Chapter IV
[Santana's pov]
- NO! UGLY! No... what a shit! What?! Is him even a prince? No! Too pale! Noooooo! Too thin! Is this really a guy? No. No. no.
I always learned with the rules that a work like mine needs you to be calm. You have to be calm down and focus. But with a princess like her, I was losing my patience and respect. I wanted too badly to pull her close to me and shake her till something get into that fucking stupid and empty head.
How could someone like her turn into the queen? Besides, It was hard to believe she liked men. The queen was shocked with her daughter who had no interest for all those 'perfect guys' with perfect clothes and almost always with blue or green eyes.
Once again I pressed the button, showing her new pics of princes and dukes. We were on a small room, but way too comfortable and glamorous with a crystal candelabrum as decour. The soft armchair with a red chamois were pressed my Brittany's feet, with no set, as she looked at the pics.
Again, I thanked God for the lights down on the room. My face wasn't the best.
- Isn't here a way to stop with this torture? – she said laying down – I will end up having nightmares.
I closed my eyes, counting till the highest number I knew. The queen was sad, so she stood up waving to Emma to follow her. And me, once more, had to be the babysitter of this irresponsible unconscionable teenage and It didn't make me happy.
- Miss Lopez, we can stop and carry on tomorrow. – The queen said playing for a few moments with the blonde hair of the princess before leaving the room.
I stayed quiet, every cell of my body boiling with anger. I couldn't believe how easily she could take me out of line just with a sarcastic face.
- You know it wont work. – The princess faked my ridiculously serious face – I think it's better to us to stop with this story here, there's no way to it to work between us. – she shook her head, faking sadness.
- That's your opinion. Sorry for disappointing you but this is MY job I say that I will carry on. – I hissed as I turned on the lights.
She closed her eyes rubbing them with the back of her hand.
- Why don't you work with something else? Like… Kids parties as babysitter or cheerleader? It'd be way funnier and you could use all your happiness that I know its hidden deep inside of you.
- I think that who decides where I work is me, once that as you wont need to do the same and is it so hard to find a man that will do everything you want, isn't it, princess? – I said, taking a deep breath to control myself.
She looked at me, scratching her chin and yawn.
- Sorry, did you just say something?
Rule number one: Be quiet.
I opened the door, leaning against the wall with my best set. My eyes fixed on a wall in front of me, focusing myself on it.
She was just a girl! JUST a stupid annoying girl and I was the regal adviser who studied on the best English University. She wouldn't affect me, obviously not.
- Hey, miss Adviser, are you ok? – she was in front of me, a sarcastic smile on her lips – You don't have your best expression right now.
I looked at her, bored. – Thanks God that just this expression of mine isn't good. NONE of yours are, actually.
Rule Number Two: Confrontation
- Oh you just said I am ugly? Damn it. I thought I was at least pretty. – her said face was way too false. – My self esteem is on the ground right now. How am I going to live now?
- A surgery maybe?
- Hum… Awesome idea! Where do you want it? On my mouth… - the brushed her index finger on her lips, softly… - on my nose… or around my eyes…? – she opened her eyes a bit more, smiling.
And on that moment I couldn't help but notice how perfect her nose was, where the silver ring was and those lips… they were full and colorful… Too attractive….
I felt like my body was getting hot so I shook my head to shake the dirty thoughts away. I faked a happy smile, looking at her eyes.
Rule Number Three; No Physical Contact
- I think that the whole face would be good.
She placed a hand on her forehead.
- Oh my god! Was that a knife on my heart? Oh, oh! – she curved herself to me, faking pain and got back at her last set. – Miss Lopez, can I stop our 'way-too-interesting' conversation to eat?
I rolled my eyes. – Do whatever you want to.
- Thanks so much, Miss Lopez. Would you like to come with me?
- It's be a pleasure.
- Your happiness is way too… true. – she winked and rubbed her belly leaving the room. – Lets go. I am starving.
[BRITT POV]
To get on the kitchen, It was needy to walk 2km, turn into a hundred corridors and go downstairs and upstairs a hundred times more. I didn't remember that my house looks like Hogwarts.
- We should have secret doors and corridors here. Damn it! – I was barely breathing when we got on the kitchen. I just heard a mumble from Miss Lopez who didn't look not even a bit tired. She was always with that look on her face.
I took a deep breath. Be boring wasn't pushing her away, I thought as we got into the kitchen. Everyone made a reverence and I smiled, reminding a few ones. I rushed into it when I saw one of my favorites there.
- Shanoooooon! I still haven't seen Artie! – I said after a short talk. I waved my hand asking to everyone keep doing their jobs. I opened one on the four fridges, thinking on what to eat.
- Oh miss, he is out. The queen asked. No one knows where he is, just his sister.
- Sister? Does he have a sister? – I turned to her, an apple in my hands as I ignored all the requests of "Let me get it clean or let me cut it or I can make an apple pie?'
- Of course! Miss Lopez.
I turned to my Adviser, who stared at me with a raised brown as I stepped closer to her.
- You and Artie? – I said shocked. – What a difference… - I bite the apple, checking her. They had –NOTHING- in common.
- You could connect the facts, couldn't you? Lopez… same surname…
- Yes, but on the opposite, Lopez, I call Christian by his name because we aren't that old.
- I am not that old, Britt. – she said again, fixing her hair and getting a mad look from Shanon.
I looked at her shocked. She called me by my nickname and she was… careless and… and… what? I tilt my head, confused and I felt my cheek burning, the image ahead me fixed in my head.
- Er… - say something!-… I… -what ever it is, say something – not that old? – Stupid.
Santana raisde her eye browns even more, again a smiling crossing her lips.
- Any problem?
Ahm..?
- Its just… Well.. looks like. – I said finally.
She rolled her eyes and smile, for the first time, a laugh.
After a silent moment, eye on eye, I laughed too.
- Haha… What a… weird laugh! – I laughed curving myself- Oh GOD! YOU LAUGHED! THE WOLRD WILL END! – I put my hands up faking a shocked face.
Santana was back to her bored and serious set.
- Thanks.
- Sorry, sorry. – I put my hand on my tummy, looking at her seriously. – What was the subject?
She rolled her eyes.
- Shanon, please, pleeeeeeeeease, bake that chocolate cake that only you know? – I begged her, pouting to get what I wanted.
- No. You cannot eat before the main meals.
I felt my blood boil. – Who are you? My mom?
- Your adviser.
- Oh really? – I said. No one got from no where and said what I should do! I was sure that if she thought she had this power, wouldn't let me alone ever. – Remember who you are, Adviser. Don't try to rule me.
- Awesome! – Santana turned back and left the kitchen.
I narrowed my eyes, taking a deep breath. When I turned back I met Shanon with a small smile playing on her lips.
- What? – I asked a bit more polite.
- You didn't change anything, did you?
- You know how I hate when someone decide to give me orders.
- Yes, sweetie, I know. – she shook her head, smiling widely.
- And not even an Adviser will change it. – I mumbled to myself, my anger focused on Santana Lopez.
