17 REIGN OF EMILIA- "Your right, duchess."

MONDAY Sept 25.

Emilia makes big strides through the hallways of East Side High. She was in a rather good mood today but no one could guess why. She and Ace however...

As she pounced down the hall, looking to spot at least one of her friends, preferably a female, so she could tell them all about what happened while the rest of them were sleeping, she was suddenly yanked from the hallway and into an empty classroom, as soon as she was released, she was ready to star ranting, cursing whoever dared to handle her in such a manner, when her words were immediately kicked back down her throat with a breathy kiss.

After feeling the recently familiar lips and the familiar scent of white Oak wood and masculinity, Emilia immediately kissed backed. Memories of her and Ace's make-out session on Saturday came rushing into her head.

His hand on her cheek.

Her fingers running through his dark, curly hair.

Their lips pressed together, as if both their lives depended on it.

It was magnificent.

As the two proceeded to make-out, both feeling rather comfortable, as if they both have been doing this for a long time, rather than a few days ago. However, the two were absolutely unaware of the one person who had decided to enter the room for privacy, long before they did. This particular person, was the same know it all behind the screen, whom everyone knew as TG!

This person has already guessed that something was going on between them, however, they first needed proof.

At the same time, strolling the Hallways as if they owned it. Accompanied by two other horrible people that she referred to as her dog tails, were Brittney and her two worshippers, Bethany and Bailey.

It seems she was searching for something, or rather someone.

"Who are we looking for again?" Bailey asked.

"Ugh. Why do you insist on always asking stupid questions Bailey? I am looking my beloved Acey. We're meeting up at my place today. If you know what I mean." Brittney smirks mischievously.

In actually fact, Ace has been avoiding her ever since Emilia's birthday and she was looking for him so she could complain. She was just too embarrassed to admit it, even to her closest friends.

Little did she know that her 'beloved Acey' was busy playing kissy-face with her arch nemesis.

Meanwhile, Abigail was also strolling the hallways. accompanied by James, they were talking about random things, waiting for classes to start.

"By the way, where is Amy?" James asked. Amy was the nickname they get Emilia, short for Amanda.

"Shh! it is Emilia, remember? do you want to blow all our covers? I do not know where she is. Maybe we will run into her, or who knows, maybe she is with Ace." Abigail gave James a smirk. She had no idea how correct she actually was.

"Oh. By the way, why didn't you come up with a fake name to go with as well?" James questions.

"Technically, it is not fake, it is her middle name, and I do not know, I just never really thought it was all that necessary, a lot of girls are called Abigail."

"A lot of girls are called Amanda too, yet she still changed her name."

"I know, but most of the attention is on her, she is after all the face of Europe and the faith of the whole kingdom will be in her hands next year. She has to be more careful than I am." Abigail was in no way jealous of Amanda, instead, she felt her friend had it rather difficult. Always having eyes on her everywhere she went and always having to watch how she spoke, how she dressed. Even how she ate, because people will constantly be watching and judging. Abigail was grateful that she was not in that position. However, she couldn't help but feel bad for her friend.

"Your right, duchess." James only calls her that once in a while, she was in fact the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Maldonia but since her mother died of cancer and her father, the late Duke Ambrose died in a plane crash along with her uncle who is Amanda's father the late king Richard, she was to became the Duchess of Maldonia when Emilia was to become queen. For now, Evelyn was the temporarily the Duchess.

"Anyways. According to our moms, Emilia and I have somewhere to be today. Adelaide is having her eighteenth birthday ball tomorrow and since the first lady and our moms are close friends, our presence are required." Abigail informs. Adelaide was the daughter of the President of America. Just like the two girls, Adelaide was also homeschooled all her life and her parents were well known and well respected people, but the difference is, Adelaide was a total snob. She is the type of person that looks down upon the people of lower social statuses. The three girls might act all kind and friendly together in public, but what no one knew was that, their encounters were made up of pure sarcasm. Emilia and Abigail never seem to understand how such lovely people could give birth to the spawn of satan. Emilia must praise her though, Adelaide was one of the few people who didn't care if she was Royalty or not, she was a b*tch to her nonetheless.

"Oh, good luck with her." James chuckles. Abigail looks at her as if he had grown two extra heads.

"Of course you are going to be my date."

"Yeah. No way."

"Yes, and I am not asking." Abigail warns.

"But wait, what about Em?" James asks curiously.

"She can bring Ace." Abigail says in a 'duh' tone.

"Are you crazy? Bring Ace to President's daughter's birthday? What if that witch tells him about Emilia's real identity?" It was James' turn to look at her as if she had grown extra heads.

"Worry not. We have got this, everything is under control." Abigail reassured.