American Princess
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything from Sailor Moon or "Royally Jacked", by Niki Burnham, which this story is loosely based on.
Summary: From the public point of view, Serenity Woods, the President of the United States' daughter, seems to be the perfect model for young women everywhere. At the age of seventeen, she is studying at the best school around, Stony Creek High School, and getting top marks. But what the public, and especially her Father, don't know is that she leads a double life. She parties like crazy whenever she can and nobody finds out, until one day.
In an embarrassing scene one day, she is caught by her Father, friends and news reporters. As punishment, she is sent away to a private school in some dinky little country in Europe in hopes that she will learn her lesson, and to possibly end the long time feud between America and the "dinky country" by an arranged marriage to the prince there. But, Serenity Woods is not some one you tango with easily. Once her mind is set on something, there's no changing it. Then one day, some one walks into her life that might change it.
Chapter Three: Best Men, Closets, and Reporters
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Sunday 4:30 pm St. Catherine's Cathedral
"If you poke me ONE more time with that pin, I swear I'm going to jam it right up your-'' Serena was cut off by the door opening.
"My, don't you look pretty," a woman commented as she walked in. Serena glared at her. The dress Serena wore was bright pink, huge and frilly. It looked like it was meant for a six year old Barbie fanatic who decided she wanted a prom dress.
"Who are you? This room is for bridesmaids," Serena snapped. The woman who had been working on the hem of the dress stood up and nodded to Serena that she was done. Serena rolled her eyes. "Finally."
"I'm the wedding planner. My name is Mrs. Jones," Mrs. Jones smiled. Serena stepped off the stool she had been standing on and walked over to the full length mirror to look at herself. Ugh.
"This has got to be the dumbest dress I've ever seen some one wear."
"Yes, Miss Pansy liked that dress though. I'm sorry you have to wear it."
"Yeah, so what do you want?"
"There has been a change of plans. Miss Pansy's cousin, Melvin, apparently acquired Mono, so a new best man was picked. His name is Jake Ryder. I just wanted to inform you since you will be walking down the aisle with him."
"Jake?!" Serena almost tripped as she walked over to the vanity mirror to apply some more lip stick. She stared up at Mrs. Jones.
"Yes. He arrived about ten minutes ago and is getting ready now."
"Oh, my God. I can't let him see me like this!"
Serena began ruffling through her make ups and ribbons wildly. Mrs. Jones left the room to find the florist.
Ten minutes later, a man escorted Serena to the entry hall where all the people in the wedding were congregating. She fidgeted nervously with the itchy mound of fabric. Two secret service men followed her.
Bright lights shone from the ceiling. Echoes of laughter and chatter reverberated off the walls from the guests waiting for the wedding to begin. Serena nodded a greeting to a guest walking by.
"Serena, darling!" Pansy greeted her as Serena walked into the hall. Pansy tried to hug her, but Serena threw her off.
"I have to wear the dress. Now way am I hugging you." Serena brushed off her arms. Pansy sneered. Her white dress was . . . different. It was sleeveless and see-through on top with only lacy flowers covering the bust area. The skirt was long and white. Her hair was up and pinned with white flowers.
"I think it's a nice dress." Serena whirled around to face Jake.
"Jake!" Serena exclaimed. She grabbed his arm. "How are you?"
"Just great now that I have the prettiest girl on my arm," Jake smiled. He looked hot in his tux. Music started up in the chapel. Jake looked up. "That's the cue for the wedding to start."
"We're in the back of the line." Serena and Jake walked over to the back of the line after the last bridesmaid. The flower girls were right behind her. Serena hissed to Pansy's bratty sister, Mabel. "If I find petals all over the back of my dress, you aren't going to live to see the bride and groom make it to their honeymoon."
Mabel stuck out her tongue. The line began to move and soon Jake and Serena were on their way up to the alter.
An hour and a half later, Serena and Jake were in the reception hall at some winery. Pansy and her husband were cutting and cake. Serena was trying hard not to gag when Pansy stuffed the cake into her husband's mouth.
"Champagne?" Jake asked sweetly to Serena. She nodded. Jake grabbed two glasses from a table and gave one to her. Serena sipped it and watched as reporters and photographers took pictures and shouted from outside the building. The restraining ropes weren't going to hold them for long.
"This is so dull," Serena sighed. Slow music was playing and couples were ball room dancing. Her father was in the corner discussing diplomatic topics with the Norwegian Ambassador. Jake laughed.
"Want to start our own party?" he whispered into her ear. It sent shivers down Serena's spine. She nodded. "Meet me in the hall in five minutes."
Serena stood there a second longer and turned to ask him something, but found he was gone. She sighed and turned back around to watch for the opportune moment to leave. Finally, when the music was changing and everyone was clapping for the musicians, she slipped out of the reception room.
The hallway was empty when she stepped out. It was dark and cool. The musky scent of wine filtered through the air. Light came from a few small windows above. It was cloudy out, so not much light was showing. The stone walls were cold to touch. It seemed almost like the twilight zone.
Serena unconsciously began humming the "twilight zone" song.
"Jake?" Serena whispered. It echoed off the walls and was silent. Serena tried a little louder. "Jake?"
Still, no one answered her call. She stamped her foot angrily. Something moved at the end of the hall.
"Jake?"
Silence. Serena walked to the end of the hall. Two new halls branched off to the left and right.
"Jake? Come on. This isn't very funny."
A shadow flickered to the right. Serena smiled.
"I know you're there."
She marched down the hall to the right. A few barrels and a cushioned bench were illuminated by the filtering light. A hall to the right popped up again. Serena squinted in the dark hall.
"Jake? Come out right now or I'm leaving!"
Nothing answered her. She glared into the dark hall to the right.
"Fine!"
Serena whirled around and started to march back the way she came when, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. She was pulled into the darker tunnel and pushed against a wall.
"Jake! You asshole! Don't scare me like that!" Serena punched Jake. He smiled and laughed.
"It was fun!" Jake laughed. Serena pouted. "Please don't be mad."
"Fine, but you'll have to make it up to me."
"Don't worry, I will."
Jake's lips came down on hers. Her lips parted to welcome his tongue. He pushed her harder against the wall and let his hands trail down her body. The air around them soon grew hot.
"Jake . . . we . . . shouldn't do . . . this right . . . here," Serena gasped out between kisses. Jake brought his head up from her neck. He smiled. He moved his left hand and opened a door. Serena raised an eyebrow. "How romantic. A broom closet."
"Well, you said you don't want us in the open." Jake picked her up and brought her in. A broom was knocked out and fell to the floor. Jake reached behind him and closed the door on them.
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Meanwhile, back at the reception hall, two secret service agents came running over to the president. He looked up from his wine glass.
"Yes?" he asked. The agents looked nervous.
"We, sort of, er, lost Miss Woods," one said. The wine glass President Woods was holding fell to the floor and shattered. "She gave us the slip while we were getting some food for . . . her."
"Find her, or you're fired!" the president shouted. The secret service nodded and ran off, talking on walkie-talkies. "She better not be with that boy!"
___
Outside, the ropes that held back the reporters snapped and the men and women rushed in. The three officers on duty out there were no match for the paparazzi.
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"Oh, Jake," Serena moaned. Her dress was partway unzipped and Jake was kissing her neck and down. Her fingers threaded through his hair. Footsteps thundered outside the closet, but Jake and Serena didn't hear.
Then, there was shouting. Secret service agents and reporters were yelling. Serena shoved Jake off of her and tried to yank her dress up, but the door was pulled open. Cameras went off. Serena shrieked and covered her face. Four secret service agents grabbed Serena and Jake. They took them through the sea of reporters shouting questions.
"Miss Woods, is this your boyfriend?"
"Does your Father know?"
"Coke or Pepsi?"
"What's your name, young man?"
"What were you doing in there?"
All of a sudden, secret service agents poured out through the entrance doors. They roped off the way towards the exit and held back the paparazzi, while Serena and Jake made their get away.
"Serena Woods," President Woods thundered when he saw his daughter outside. The agents set down Serena and Jake. Tears were coursing down Serena's cheeks. Her dress was ripped and her make up was mussed.
"It's not what you think, Daddy!" Serena cried. Her Father held up a hand. She backed down.
"Get in the limo, Serena. I'll deal with you later. GO!" he shouted and pointed at the waiting limousine. Serena took one last look at Jake and got into the limousine. The president turned on Jake. "So, you're the young man who my daughter is seeing. Well, if I ever see you again-"
He left the threat open. The two secret agents escorted him away. Sighing, the president turned and went to his own limousine as his daughter's pulled out of the parking lot.
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7:42 am White House Serena Woods' Quarters
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"It's open!" Serena shouted. She sat in a large bean bag chair watching a Buffy the Vampire Slayer rerun. The door opened. Her Father stepped in. Serena glanced up. "Are you here to give me my punishment? I have to go to school in a half an hour, so make it quick."
"You aren't going to school," her Father replied. He leaned against her desk.
"What?"
"You leave in two hours to fly to Akora. I've made arrangements for you to stay at the palace and attend a private school there. You will finish out high school there."
"WHAT?!"
"You are going. Get packed and I'll see you off at the airport."
"I don't even know where Akora is!"
"It's south-west of France. They have a highly intelligent science and space program there. America and Akora have been at war ever since Russia backed out of the Cold War. We're still competing to see who's better and I want to end that. By sending you there, it will hopefully make peace with them and you'll be away from that boy and out of trouble."
"That's not fair!"
"Life's not fair."
"Daddy!"
"Get packed!"
Serena was left standing there while the Buffy staked vamps in the background.
Two hours later, Serena was on a private jet, taking off from the airport and heading towards Akora, where she would live for the remainder of her high school career.
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Author Notes: Yay! Another chapter! Sorry if it was quickly ended but my fingers hurt! And I wanted to get it out to you as quickly as possible. Sorry for the long wait everyone and I'll be updating most of my other SM stories soon. Probably Super Secret Agent next. Okay, so review for the next chapter!
Chapter Four: Palaces, Princes and Arguments
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything from Sailor Moon or "Royally Jacked", by Niki Burnham, which this story is loosely based on.
Summary: From the public point of view, Serenity Woods, the President of the United States' daughter, seems to be the perfect model for young women everywhere. At the age of seventeen, she is studying at the best school around, Stony Creek High School, and getting top marks. But what the public, and especially her Father, don't know is that she leads a double life. She parties like crazy whenever she can and nobody finds out, until one day.
In an embarrassing scene one day, she is caught by her Father, friends and news reporters. As punishment, she is sent away to a private school in some dinky little country in Europe in hopes that she will learn her lesson, and to possibly end the long time feud between America and the "dinky country" by an arranged marriage to the prince there. But, Serenity Woods is not some one you tango with easily. Once her mind is set on something, there's no changing it. Then one day, some one walks into her life that might change it.
Chapter Three: Best Men, Closets, and Reporters
____
Sunday 4:30 pm St. Catherine's Cathedral
"If you poke me ONE more time with that pin, I swear I'm going to jam it right up your-'' Serena was cut off by the door opening.
"My, don't you look pretty," a woman commented as she walked in. Serena glared at her. The dress Serena wore was bright pink, huge and frilly. It looked like it was meant for a six year old Barbie fanatic who decided she wanted a prom dress.
"Who are you? This room is for bridesmaids," Serena snapped. The woman who had been working on the hem of the dress stood up and nodded to Serena that she was done. Serena rolled her eyes. "Finally."
"I'm the wedding planner. My name is Mrs. Jones," Mrs. Jones smiled. Serena stepped off the stool she had been standing on and walked over to the full length mirror to look at herself. Ugh.
"This has got to be the dumbest dress I've ever seen some one wear."
"Yes, Miss Pansy liked that dress though. I'm sorry you have to wear it."
"Yeah, so what do you want?"
"There has been a change of plans. Miss Pansy's cousin, Melvin, apparently acquired Mono, so a new best man was picked. His name is Jake Ryder. I just wanted to inform you since you will be walking down the aisle with him."
"Jake?!" Serena almost tripped as she walked over to the vanity mirror to apply some more lip stick. She stared up at Mrs. Jones.
"Yes. He arrived about ten minutes ago and is getting ready now."
"Oh, my God. I can't let him see me like this!"
Serena began ruffling through her make ups and ribbons wildly. Mrs. Jones left the room to find the florist.
Ten minutes later, a man escorted Serena to the entry hall where all the people in the wedding were congregating. She fidgeted nervously with the itchy mound of fabric. Two secret service men followed her.
Bright lights shone from the ceiling. Echoes of laughter and chatter reverberated off the walls from the guests waiting for the wedding to begin. Serena nodded a greeting to a guest walking by.
"Serena, darling!" Pansy greeted her as Serena walked into the hall. Pansy tried to hug her, but Serena threw her off.
"I have to wear the dress. Now way am I hugging you." Serena brushed off her arms. Pansy sneered. Her white dress was . . . different. It was sleeveless and see-through on top with only lacy flowers covering the bust area. The skirt was long and white. Her hair was up and pinned with white flowers.
"I think it's a nice dress." Serena whirled around to face Jake.
"Jake!" Serena exclaimed. She grabbed his arm. "How are you?"
"Just great now that I have the prettiest girl on my arm," Jake smiled. He looked hot in his tux. Music started up in the chapel. Jake looked up. "That's the cue for the wedding to start."
"We're in the back of the line." Serena and Jake walked over to the back of the line after the last bridesmaid. The flower girls were right behind her. Serena hissed to Pansy's bratty sister, Mabel. "If I find petals all over the back of my dress, you aren't going to live to see the bride and groom make it to their honeymoon."
Mabel stuck out her tongue. The line began to move and soon Jake and Serena were on their way up to the alter.
An hour and a half later, Serena and Jake were in the reception hall at some winery. Pansy and her husband were cutting and cake. Serena was trying hard not to gag when Pansy stuffed the cake into her husband's mouth.
"Champagne?" Jake asked sweetly to Serena. She nodded. Jake grabbed two glasses from a table and gave one to her. Serena sipped it and watched as reporters and photographers took pictures and shouted from outside the building. The restraining ropes weren't going to hold them for long.
"This is so dull," Serena sighed. Slow music was playing and couples were ball room dancing. Her father was in the corner discussing diplomatic topics with the Norwegian Ambassador. Jake laughed.
"Want to start our own party?" he whispered into her ear. It sent shivers down Serena's spine. She nodded. "Meet me in the hall in five minutes."
Serena stood there a second longer and turned to ask him something, but found he was gone. She sighed and turned back around to watch for the opportune moment to leave. Finally, when the music was changing and everyone was clapping for the musicians, she slipped out of the reception room.
The hallway was empty when she stepped out. It was dark and cool. The musky scent of wine filtered through the air. Light came from a few small windows above. It was cloudy out, so not much light was showing. The stone walls were cold to touch. It seemed almost like the twilight zone.
Serena unconsciously began humming the "twilight zone" song.
"Jake?" Serena whispered. It echoed off the walls and was silent. Serena tried a little louder. "Jake?"
Still, no one answered her call. She stamped her foot angrily. Something moved at the end of the hall.
"Jake?"
Silence. Serena walked to the end of the hall. Two new halls branched off to the left and right.
"Jake? Come on. This isn't very funny."
A shadow flickered to the right. Serena smiled.
"I know you're there."
She marched down the hall to the right. A few barrels and a cushioned bench were illuminated by the filtering light. A hall to the right popped up again. Serena squinted in the dark hall.
"Jake? Come out right now or I'm leaving!"
Nothing answered her. She glared into the dark hall to the right.
"Fine!"
Serena whirled around and started to march back the way she came when, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. She was pulled into the darker tunnel and pushed against a wall.
"Jake! You asshole! Don't scare me like that!" Serena punched Jake. He smiled and laughed.
"It was fun!" Jake laughed. Serena pouted. "Please don't be mad."
"Fine, but you'll have to make it up to me."
"Don't worry, I will."
Jake's lips came down on hers. Her lips parted to welcome his tongue. He pushed her harder against the wall and let his hands trail down her body. The air around them soon grew hot.
"Jake . . . we . . . shouldn't do . . . this right . . . here," Serena gasped out between kisses. Jake brought his head up from her neck. He smiled. He moved his left hand and opened a door. Serena raised an eyebrow. "How romantic. A broom closet."
"Well, you said you don't want us in the open." Jake picked her up and brought her in. A broom was knocked out and fell to the floor. Jake reached behind him and closed the door on them.
___
Meanwhile, back at the reception hall, two secret service agents came running over to the president. He looked up from his wine glass.
"Yes?" he asked. The agents looked nervous.
"We, sort of, er, lost Miss Woods," one said. The wine glass President Woods was holding fell to the floor and shattered. "She gave us the slip while we were getting some food for . . . her."
"Find her, or you're fired!" the president shouted. The secret service nodded and ran off, talking on walkie-talkies. "She better not be with that boy!"
___
Outside, the ropes that held back the reporters snapped and the men and women rushed in. The three officers on duty out there were no match for the paparazzi.
___
"Oh, Jake," Serena moaned. Her dress was partway unzipped and Jake was kissing her neck and down. Her fingers threaded through his hair. Footsteps thundered outside the closet, but Jake and Serena didn't hear.
Then, there was shouting. Secret service agents and reporters were yelling. Serena shoved Jake off of her and tried to yank her dress up, but the door was pulled open. Cameras went off. Serena shrieked and covered her face. Four secret service agents grabbed Serena and Jake. They took them through the sea of reporters shouting questions.
"Miss Woods, is this your boyfriend?"
"Does your Father know?"
"Coke or Pepsi?"
"What's your name, young man?"
"What were you doing in there?"
All of a sudden, secret service agents poured out through the entrance doors. They roped off the way towards the exit and held back the paparazzi, while Serena and Jake made their get away.
"Serena Woods," President Woods thundered when he saw his daughter outside. The agents set down Serena and Jake. Tears were coursing down Serena's cheeks. Her dress was ripped and her make up was mussed.
"It's not what you think, Daddy!" Serena cried. Her Father held up a hand. She backed down.
"Get in the limo, Serena. I'll deal with you later. GO!" he shouted and pointed at the waiting limousine. Serena took one last look at Jake and got into the limousine. The president turned on Jake. "So, you're the young man who my daughter is seeing. Well, if I ever see you again-"
He left the threat open. The two secret agents escorted him away. Sighing, the president turned and went to his own limousine as his daughter's pulled out of the parking lot.
___
7:42 am White House Serena Woods' Quarters
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"It's open!" Serena shouted. She sat in a large bean bag chair watching a Buffy the Vampire Slayer rerun. The door opened. Her Father stepped in. Serena glanced up. "Are you here to give me my punishment? I have to go to school in a half an hour, so make it quick."
"You aren't going to school," her Father replied. He leaned against her desk.
"What?"
"You leave in two hours to fly to Akora. I've made arrangements for you to stay at the palace and attend a private school there. You will finish out high school there."
"WHAT?!"
"You are going. Get packed and I'll see you off at the airport."
"I don't even know where Akora is!"
"It's south-west of France. They have a highly intelligent science and space program there. America and Akora have been at war ever since Russia backed out of the Cold War. We're still competing to see who's better and I want to end that. By sending you there, it will hopefully make peace with them and you'll be away from that boy and out of trouble."
"That's not fair!"
"Life's not fair."
"Daddy!"
"Get packed!"
Serena was left standing there while the Buffy staked vamps in the background.
Two hours later, Serena was on a private jet, taking off from the airport and heading towards Akora, where she would live for the remainder of her high school career.
___
Author Notes: Yay! Another chapter! Sorry if it was quickly ended but my fingers hurt! And I wanted to get it out to you as quickly as possible. Sorry for the long wait everyone and I'll be updating most of my other SM stories soon. Probably Super Secret Agent next. Okay, so review for the next chapter!
Chapter Four: Palaces, Princes and Arguments