CHAPTER 15: THE PRINCESS OF THE COUNTRY
JACK
"You were wonderful" I tell Ana over the phone.
"You really think so?" she asks shyly.
The shy Ana I know is back and I smile, "I do. Did you see Abigail's face? She was about ready to roll over in mud with just a word from you.
She giggles softly and I sigh in content. Who'd have thought I'd be having a late night phone call with a girl and what's worse, enjoying it.
"Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"Remember how you said you always wanted to see the palace?"
My eyebrows knit, "And?"
"Well, there's this ball on Saturday and unless I bring a date of my own, I'll be forced to dance with every bachelor there and I don't really want that so would you mind terribly if I asked you to accompany me?" she rushes out all in one breath.
"Ana"
"It doesn't have to be a date" she quickly continues, "Just to keep me company and maybe share a few formal dances, I-"
"Ana" I cut her off, chuckling slightly.
"You don't have to convince me, I'd love to"
She exhales in relief, "Thank you, I promise you won't regret it"
I smile, I don't see myself regretting anything I do with this girl.
"Jack?" her tone is serious again.
"Hmm?"
"I meant everything I said today, I really am grateful for you in my life" she tells me and my heart lodges itself in my throat.
"I am too" I tell her sincerely, before Ana, I knew only anger and lonely despair, since meeting her, I've laughed and smiled more than ever, she makes me look forward to a new day and she makes me happy. When I think about how our story ends, I feel a painful tightening in my gut, like a car about to veer off a cliff, but with no way of stopping it.
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"I don't know if I should be flattered or scared that you know my exact size" I tell Ana as I lean against her locker.
She smiles and it brings me satisfaction that she's happy to see me.
"Be flattered, Samara went through a lot to find it"
"And here I was thinking the princess went through so much trouble to find the perfect suit for me"
She smiles as she closes her locker and we walk to mine, "If I picked it out, you'd look horrendous, trust me, Samara is responsible for all the clothes I own, I know nothing about fashion"
We reach my locker, "Well remind me to thank Samara on Saturday"
She bites her lip nervously and I find myself staring at them for too long, "My parents want to meet you"
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Her Majesty's Bad Boy
Teen FictionResponsibilities are a part of life. Princess Anastasia Winsdale has arguably more than most. In just seventeen years of her life, she's been kidnapped thrice and almost raped and killed. Its no wonder she has to go undercover at a normal school whe...
