Hey!

I'm sorry about not posting last week, and I'm even more sorry about the fact that I won't be posting next week either.

This is the longest chapter so far, so I hope you enjoy it.

She will be at least arriving at the castle in the next chapter, so all of you guys that keep begging me to send her to the castle, its coming soon, so don't worry!

Disclaimer: The selection belong to Kiera Cass. The characters are mine.

The minute the Report ended, my phone started shrieking. I rolled my eyes. Gee, I wonder who that could be?

I decided to let Adrian wait. I waited until the very last ring before answering. My voice was cheerful. "How can I help you, Adrianna?"

"WHAT THE FUCK KYLIE!" He shouted at me.

I giggled."Jesus Christ, calm down!"

I heard him sigh, and I started to think that maybe he was a little bit angry about this. "I just wish you had told me. I made a fool out of myself!"

I rolled my eyes. Adrian had always been worried about his image. He wanted people to like him, and he was constantly afraid of displeasing people. One time, when we were thirteen, we went swimming together and we saw a bunch of paparazzi. Adrian started freaking.

"But what if they take photos and put them in magazines?" He asked me while giving the paparazzi dirty looks.

I rolled my eyes. "No, they're going to put the photos on toilet paper. What else would they be for?"

"Kylie, this is serious! What if people think I'm full of myself for being shirtless in public?"

If there hadn't been paparazzi there, I would've slapped him. I remembered how much I wanted to slap some sense into him, but sadly, I couldn't.

"What do you plan on doing then? Swim fully clothed?"

He glanced at the paparazzi, and I could tell he was seriously considering it. "Adrian Jason Fletcher, don't you dare go put on clothing, or I swear to god I'll-"

He just laughed. "Jesus, Kyle, if you really want to see me shirtless that bad, I guess I could make an exception."

I hate him, I thought, I truly, truly hate him. The worst part was that the paparazzi heard that, and for the next month, everyone thought we were dating.

My phone ringed. Ring ring.

I looked down and saw that Blake was calling me. I ended the incoming call.

"Adrian, if anything, that made you more relatable. You showed real, true emotion, and everyone could see that."

He groaned. "Okay, fine, but don't do that again!"

I laughed. "Right, sure, okay, so next time there's a Selection, I'll make sure to let you know first."

Ring ring.

I hit the end button again, groaning in annoyance.

"There's always Zach's Selection," he stated.

I wrinkled my nose. "Adrian, Zach is like a little brother to me. That would just be gross."

There was a pause, and I realized what I said. Adrian's voice was soft as he spoke. "So am I just like a brother to you?"

I sighed. "No, Adrian, thats not what I-"

"No, no, its fine, I get it," he interupted, "you've told me before that you're not interested. Never mind."

Ring ring.

My phone was mocking me. Constantly, just ring ring mothafucka.

"Adrian, I have to go. Someone keeps calling me," I sighed.

"Let me guess, Brian?"

"It's Blake, Adrian, and you know that!"

Adrian sounded bitter. "So it is Blake, huh?"

"Goodbye, Adrian," I said before he could make more of it. I ended the call before accepting Blake's call.

"What do you want?" I nearly snarled.

"Jesus, is it that time of the month or something?"

"Blake!" I shouted.

"Kidding, kidding! Anyway, I just have a small question, and, well, um, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE SIGNING UP?"

I cringed away from my shrieking phone. "Well sorry, I just thought that the chances of me actually getting in were pretty slim, so I didn't mention it to anyone."

He groaned at me. "Well, let me know next time!"

"Jesus, does everyone think I'm going to enter Zach's selection?"

There was a pause before Blake answered. "What?"

I sighed. "Nothing, nothing, listen, it's late, and I'm tired, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a very busy next week, so I'm off to bed."

"Alright, fine. Night, Ky," he said.

"Night, Bake," I said. "Sleep sweet."

He paused. "What?"

I just laughed. "It's from a book I read," I explained.

I could imagine him rolling his eyes. "Alright, fine, sleep sweet."

I hung up before throwing my phone onto the bedside table and collapsing onto my bed. What have I done…

—o.O.o—

In english one year, our teacher made us describe different things in one word. Writing? Hard. School? Boring. Television? Entertaining. Life? Long. If I had been ask to describe this week in one word, I've decided that my answer would be: hell.

The week started out okay. I had to deal with both my parents and my friends yelling at me for not telling them I signed up and wherever I went, there were even more paparazzi and reporters than usual, but the worst part of the week? Blake.

Now, don't get me wrong, having I love having Blake around, but not this week. The reporters started gossip about us dating, which caused Blake to get very hostile at any reporters or paparazzi we saw, and I had to deal with the fact that I would be leaving Blake.

I was used to it with Adrian. I'd see him every once in a while, and we talked on the phone constantly, but I wasn't sure if I could manage that with Blake. I'm used to seeing him every day, talking to him face-to-face every day, and not to mention that he knew how to help me with my anxiety, and it's not like I can leave the palace to visit him. Not only is it just not done, but what would people think? Yeah, she left the palace for a few days to visit her friend from home, who only happens to be a guy, that apparently she's been talking with every single day. Doesn't seem suspicious.

I guess I'm over exaggerating how annoying Blake was a teensy bit, but he was still pretty fucking annoying, but no one could ever be more annoying than the lady who came to question me.

When she arrived at my house, my parents were out at work, and Blake was over. I led her to my living room where I sat next to Blake on the couch and she sat in my father's recliner across from us, smacking away at her gum the whole time.

She handed me a stack of sheets, which after quickly scanning I realized were forms for me to sign. She glanced at Blake, obviously waiting for him to leave. I cleared my throat. "How may I help you?" I asked.

"I just have some matters to discuss with you," she said, "privately."

I crossed my arms. "There's no point. I'm going to tell him everything you tell me, so there's no point."

"She pursed her bright red lips, obviously not used to being talked back to. "Fine," she chirped.

She cleared her throat. "I just need you to sign those forms there."

When I started to read the first one, she grumbled. "Are you seriously going to read every single one? Is one little form truly going to stop you from entering the Selection?"

Truthfully, it wouldn't, but now I made sure to read each form extra carefully, which resulted in a very satisfying hmmf from the lady.

When I'd finally finished, I handed them back to her, and she stuck them into her purse. "Alright, well, I just have a question to ask you. Are you a virgin?" She asked, glancing at Blake.

If I'd been drinking anything, it would've gone all over her very exposed cleavage, which she wouldn't stop pushing our way.

I glanced over at Blake, and he just seemed a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah, I am," I answered.

She rolled her eyes and wrote something down in a little notepad. "I highly doubt that," she chuckled.

I clenched my fists but stopped myself from doing anything I'd regret. "Just because I'm famous doesn't mean I have sex with everyone and their cousin."

I grunted but didn't push it any further. "Well, anyway, I just have a few basic rules you must follow."

She picked up a sheet of paper from her purse and read from it. "Firstly, you are not permitted to leave the Selection on your own. The Prince must dismiss you, and he is the only one who can do so."

I wasn't worried about that. If I really wanted to leave, Adrian would let me.

"The Selection can last any amount of time. It can even go on for years, although that it rare."

I could see Blake tense at that one. He obviously didn't like the idea of me being away for so long as much as I did.

"You may not go to the Prince on your own. He must come to you."

I had to hide my smirk. That's not going to happen, I thought.

"You may not do anything to sabotage the other girls. You may not break any of Illéa's laws. You may not be in a romantic relationship with anyone other than the Prince."

Blake got a glare as she said this one, but I just rolled my eyes.

"You must only wear clothing and eat food given to you at the palace."

I rose my eyebrows at this one. It never really made sense to me, but whatever.

"For each week that you stay in the Selection, your family with be compensated."

My family and I have already agreed that I can keep half of what we get from the Selection.

"Finally, if you make it into the top ten, you will be officially part of the Elite," she finished.

"Before I go, there's just one thing. Although it is not considered a rule, we strongly advice that you do anything the Prince asks of you, no matter what it is, and even if it's not exactly something you want."

There was a long pause as Blake and I took that in. Before I could even argue that Adrian would never do something like that, Blake was on his feet and showing the lady to the door. "How dare you say that Kylie has to have sex with the Prince if she doesn't want to? She can do whatever the fuck she wants."

I pushed Blake out of the way and glared at him. He glared back, and after silently arguing for a few seconds, he looked away, and I turned my glare on the lady. "I think you should go," I said slowly. She just nodded and left. I never learned her name.

So what did you think? Be sure to let me know!

Also, I'll give anyone who can tell me the title of the book that I got 'sleep sweet' from a shout-out in the next chapter!

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