Undercover Heiress

Part Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Four: I'm just pissed I haven't gotten any action

They were called the Evaders because they avoided girls.

Girls like me.

Girls like Amelia Armstrong.

The ones who slept around, and took advantage of dumb boys that were oblivious to their bad behavior because of how they looked.

And right now Peter was blinded by Elise's true colors because he still thought she was the same girl from freshman year.

"Once he understands how a girl's mind truly works, he will have slept with more people than that princess over in England," Owen joked.

Did I hear that right?

"What's her name again, Kev? Amy, Emery, An-" He tried when Kevin snorted loudly.

"No you idiot it's Amelia,"

Holy shit.

They know!

"Yeah Amelia, man what Id give to sleep with her. She's probably a goddess in bed." Owen sighed, staring at the ceiling.

Kevin smacked his back making part of his drink spill on the ground.

"I bet she's hot," he says.

"Too bad we only get to read the headlines and can't see the pictures..." Owen trails, shaking his head.

The entire time they gossiped about me, I stayed silent trying to decide if I should call my mom and tell her or deal with this on my own.

"Wait, what do you mean you can't see the pictures?" I asked.

Usually, when you read about shit you're able to see small pictures of the event but Owen said they could only read the header.

"He means that the pictures of the royal family are blocked in our country, for unknown reasons. We think it's because they wanna keep her identity a secret since the person who murdered the family tree is from America." Kevin explains, nudging shoulders with him.

I'm shocked.

Queen Helena never told me any of this.

That basically means my family's killer could be anywhere, and either already know what I look like or has no clue.

I needed an identity change and stat.

"Anyways, you should probably steal Peter from Elise before she drags him to the guest room," Kevin told me, pointing to where they danced in the living room.

Sure enough, there they were.

Grinding against each other, and smiling like drunken teens with no care in the world.

Wish I could relate.

Seeing them together didn't make my blood boil surprisingly, it made me smile because my one and a half lesson paid off.

Peter and Elise weren't talking, but instead just living in the moment and feeling each other.

Their bodies were millimeters apart, and his nose was grazing hers when he would tilt his head to watch her dance.

I was proud.

Peter no longer needed me to figure out how to make a girl fall for him cause he was doing it all on his own. 

"I think he's fine," I shouted back to the guys.

My mind had other things to be concerned about other than Peter and his love life.