CHAPTER 11

ENGLISH

This is me wishing I could go to sleep.


I'm so tired, I really don't want to do this anymore. And it's only three o'clock. Great English, you've officially failed at everything.

The next boy to come in was a boy named Marco Kell.

He had silver-like hair. Which, at first, through me off. Like, not even through me off, but pushed me out of a airplane window. After all of these normal haired guys I was a little surprised to see him with silver hair. But I liked it. It was cool.

His eyes were a sapphire blue color and he was handsome. When he sat in front of me, he smiled and said hello.

"Hi," I said and then glanced up at his hair, "I really like it."

"Like what?" He asked and I could tell he already knew what I was talking about.

"Your hair obviously," I said with a smile and he nodded, "Yeah."

"So...Marco right?" I questioned, shifting in my seat.

"Yep, Marco Kell, but if you'd like Princess you can just call me Sam," he said, probably referring to his middle name. I nodded, "Okay. If you'd like you could just call me English, you don't have to add all of this royalty stuff," but he was already shaking his head.

"You deserve the recognition of being the princess," he said and I smiled, unsure if I would enjoy being called royalty by this boy everyday. I had been called a princess from the day I was born, but still. I was kind of hoping for something different with the Selected.

"Al...right, then, so I heard you owned a bakery, with your sister? That's sounds so much fun! I'd love to do that," I said and he looked at me, "Really, you'd rather do that then this? I mean, baking is really fun, but isn't being a princess fun too?"

I hated to lie to him, but I did, "Yeah, I mean, it's fun, but I love cookies and treats like that, I feel like it'd be even more fun."

He saw right through my lie.


The next guy sat in front of me and he was wearing glasses. There had only been a few guys that I had seen with glasses. But some of them probably wore contacts. I respected the glasses though. Being unique and themselves. Honestly, I had glasses too, I just didn't like wearing them. They got in my way, and didn't look very princess-like to me.

"Hello," I said to the tall, skinny, short brown haired boy who sat in front of me. He nodded and said flatly, "Hello Princess English."

"You look familiar," I told him, and it wasn't a lie.

"Well so do you," he said and I rolled my eyes, probably not a greatly nice thing to do, "I mean, like, I think I've seen you before, in the flesh, maybe even talked to you. Your voice sounds familiar too."

"Does the name Simon Alanis ring a bell?" He asked and I snapped my fingers together in an unsuccessful way, "Yes! That's who you are. Your father owns a large company, doesn't he? I've met him a couple of times. I've also met you, Mr. Alanis, briefly, that is."

"Yes, I remember, it was a party, wasn't it? I was drinking some odd flavored red drink, and you were in a yellow silk dress," he said.

"Ugliest dress I'd ever worn. But yes, I remember now. How are you? I haven't talked to your father or brothers for a while? Did they enter?" I asked and I saw how his face fell at the mention of his brothers. I could immediately understand that this was one of those, "which brother is better?" things. I had figured that was the point when Mr. Alanis, Simon's father, introduced me and my parents to his sons. Three boys, Alexander and Edward, I believe, were the older two. And then Simon was the youngest.

"I thought you looked very beautiful in that dress," he said, changing the subject.

"Then you obviously haven't seen me in a lot of other dresses," I laughed and he gave me a little smile. I called that a win.

"I have, do you remember the dark green one? At the Christmas party when you were, fifteen? I believe that was how old you were. Only two years ago," he said and I looked at him, shocked. I hadn't even known he was there at the party. I knew his dad was, and his brothers but...

I understood how having two older brother could overshadow somebody so easily now.


The next boy, Dexter Lane Thomas, sat in front of me like all the rest. His hair was black and shaggy and he constantly had to keep flicking it out of his face. He had bright green eyes that were staring at me and a thin scar ran across his face, from the left side of his nose across the bridge of it. It took me a couple of seconds to notice it, but when it came to knowing appearances I was really fairly good at it. He wore black rimmed glasses, that were perched on the edge of his nose and he had to keep pushing them up like his hair. He was handsome, and he looked pretty interesting. I couldn't wait to start talking to him.

"So tell me about yourself Dexter," I told him and he nodded.

"I'm...uh...well-I-uh...I work on...um...cars," Dexter said and I smiled, "Do you like what you do? What else do you do?"

"Uh...yeah, I like what I do. I like movies, I-I guess," he said and I looked at him. He was shy, that was for sure, and I knew that by only a few minutes of talking. I wondered if I could bring him out of his shell.


The boy who came next had brown chestnut hair and dark blue eyes. He was smirking.

"Hello Princess English, it's nice to meet you," he said and he sounded like every boy I'd heard Lynn talk about. He seemed nice enough, and he seemed like an all around, boy.

"Hello...Zach? Zachary Elliot Satin? Is that right?" I asked him, looking at a paper. He nodded, "Yep, that's me."

"Well it's nice to meet you too," I said with a smile, "So what are some hobbies you have?"

"I like going to parties, and I prank a bit. And you want to hear a secret?" He asked and I raised an eyebrow, "I don't know, do I?"

"Well, I don't really tell people this, but I also have a thing for baking," he said and I felt like laughing because I thought he'd tell me he was some kind of murder or something.

"Well that's interesting, what do you bake?" I asked.

"Everything, cooking, baking, making food is my secret hobby," he said and I smiled. It was nice to be casual with this boy. I felt like he wasn't really here for anything but a good time, which through me off a little, but still, I stood up straighter and laughed.


The next boy was Henderson Lenik. He had dark brown hair and a meaty build. He had piercing bright green eyes and he looked very scary from where I was sitting. Most of the boys I had seen today were freakishly tall and almost all stood at six foot something.

"Hi Henderson," I said, but his face was flat and he sat down in a casual, kind of threatening manner.

"So what are some hobbies you like to do?" I asked him, and I honestly, from the scary way he looked, didn't expect him to answer.

"I like board or strategy games," he answered flatly.

"Oh!" I was surprised. "That's cool. I also heard you were a construction worker, so, do you enjoy it?"

I saw something flash across his eyes. Was it a lie? Maybe he was guilty? Perhaps it was just me seeing things, but it was there, either in my head or in real life, I saw it.

"It's okay," he said staring at me, "Probably not as cool as your job though, tell me about it," he said in a forced tone and I was surprised. Sure, some boys asked about me, but known of them had wanted me to talk only about me. They never wanted me to explain my job, my life and problems or something.

"Uh...it's okay too, I mean, you build a lot right? Since you're a construction worker, right?" I asked him in a soft tone. He winced and then looked at me, "Princess English, would you mind if I skipped this, I feel uncomfortable and now is not the best time."

What else do you have to do?! And what do you mean YOU feel uncomfortable? You're this large meaty, creepy looking male and you think YOU'RE the one who's uncomfortable? Whatever.


The rest of the boys passed quickly, uninteresting and very boring. I eliminated a few on the spot, but others I decided to keep, just because maybe they'd actually have a shot at winning my heart if they tried a lot.

When I left the boys, the interviews over, and entered my bedroom, Marigold was staring out the window.

I snuck up behind her, tugging her hair softly and starting to braid it. Marigold smiled a bit.

"Staring at nothing will get you nowhere," I said and then I realized she wasn't staring at nothing, she was staring at the guards in the garden and stables. They were stationed there, but I saw one of their mouths move quickly.

"Who is that? And who is he talking to?" I asked and Marigold's eyes dipped down to where I was staring, but I felt as if she already knew.

The guard laughed, but still kept his same position. The woman he was talking to was a maid, pretty from a distance, with dark, thick looking black hair. She looked kind of like Ursa from a distance, but I could see clearly that she was smaller, more petite, and she looked gentle, while Ursa looked like a rock.

"Marigold...?" I looked at her, but she was quiet, her eyes closed.

"It's him. I've been watching him for a while. He's been flirting for over half an hour," she answered and I put my hand over my mouth in shock. No. No.

"Oh my goodness Marigold!" I wrapped my arms around her tightly. Squeezing her, "I'm so so so sorry."

"It's not your fault Miss English. It's his," she said and sunk into my embrace. She cried into my shoulder. I whispered into her hair, "So...so...sorry."

Jana and Ursa came in minutes alter, "What's going on?"

"He's stricken again has he? I knew it would happen, I just didn't think it'd be this earlier on. He really thinks he's something special doesn't he?" Ursa said flatly. She reminded me of the last guy I had talked to. Henderson. I almost laughed at how much she reminded me of him.

"That jerk! I'm going to hurt him so bad that he bleeds to death!" Jana yelled at the window, where Max the guard touched the maid's shoulder gently, whispering something into her ear. Marigold cried and I caught her as she fell limp.

"Jana, killing people is against the law, and plus, I think I should be the one to murder him," I growled and Jana looked at me, surprised that I had said that.

"A princess ninja? So cool! When are we gonna strike?" Jana asked, getting into a ninja pose where one of her legs was lefted high above the ground, close to her chest and her hands were up in the air in the same motion.

"We aren't doing anything. I'm going to attack that guy by myself, Jana,' I said and she sighed, "Princess English, not to be annoying or anything, clingy or useless, but I'm going with you, no matter what. This is my friend we're talking about. I'm going to avenge Marigold!"

"Jeez, okay, just stop yelling," I said as I set Marigold down on my bed.

"So that means I can join you?" Jana asked. I sighed, rubbing my temples, "Sure...Jana, just sure."

"YES!"


Hey guys! Thanks for reading and reviewing! I finished the interviews *sighs* so happy! But now Jana's going to go beat up Max, ha, ha, so funny! Thanks again guys and I hope you've had a great day! Great minds have purposes! So keep having a great mind! :D

How did you like the rest of the boys?

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