I do not own the Selection all rights are owned by the glorious Kiera Cass!
So I have a very caring Maxon. Oh, and this is placed during the Elite. Enjoy! Oh and reviews would be nice!
Staircases were slowly becoming less dangerous as the selection has progressed. I don't think my heels had the same idea though, they caught on the last step and I went forward landing hard on the cold marble and I just lay there for a second willing the ache to go away. "America!"
Kill me now. Maxon was running down the stairs looking panicked. He reached me as I turned onto my back, he leaned over me and dropped to his knees, his face only inches from mine.
"Are you okay? America?" his hands were on my shoulders gently shaking me out of the daze his proximity created.
"I'm fine, feeling rather dumb." His hands helped me sit up and they kept touching my arms, my back, my head, just checking I was fine. "I'm fine, Maxon", he sighed and sat back on his heels.
"Don't do that again!" I could hear the laugh in his voice he was trying to hide but his smile spread across his face. He stood up and put out his hands I took hold of them and he pulled me to my feet bringing my body against his. I just stared up at his eyes. They stared back at me and his face inched closer.
"Oh, Prince Maxon! Oh, there you are come on we'll be late for breakfast!" Celeste walked up to us, wanting all attention on her. Maxon growled under his breath but reluctantly let go, a fake smile spreading across his face as he face Celeste and took her arm. I doubt he noticed her turn back and give me a sneer and a smile. I walked to the dining hall, trying to stay off the ankle that I sprained in my fall. It's a wonder I didn't notice it when I stood up. Maxon was bent over talking to Celeste when I walked in, making sure to walk normally. Marlee seemed quiet this morning as she sipped on orange juice.
"Are you okay Marlee?" She turned to face me and her eyes were red, "Marlee what happened?" she looked away quickly fixing some non-existent hair.
"I'm just homesick." She didn't seem to want to talk so I just slipped into my food finally relaxing. I looked up at Maxon, he was talking to his father, his face suggested he was worried, his eyes connected with mine and I tugged my ear he tugged his back and I set my arm back on the table only to grimace slightly when I hit a sore spot. I looked back at Maxon and I could tell he wanted to rush over. I smiled knowing that he truly did care about me. I mouthed 'I'm fine' and he settled down a little bit. Breakfast ended and the girls filtered out of the dining hall. The sound of only six pairs of heels was a strange sound. We no longer sounded like a stamped but more like birds in the trees. Today we were free from the new princess lessons, which were awful because they consisted of speech, economics, and public affairs. I walked up the staircase to my bedroom.
My maids helped me out of my breakfast gown, I left the silky blue for my jeans and I sat down at the piano I have yet to touch. Usually I play cards but I feel very musical today, so I dismissed my maids. My fingers slide along the keys playing songs I know and humming along until my door flies open and Maxon is running into the room. He pulls me around on the piano bench not giving me the time to even comprehend his arrival and he's grabbing my arms bending them so he can see the slightly bloody bruises on my elbows, "You said you were fine?!" he looked so worried I couldn't help but smile. "Why are you smiling?"
"You amuse me sometimes and I am fine. There's no lasting damage." He huffs and sits next to me on the bench. Bringing me close with his arms, I just lay my head on his shoulder.
"America, have you figured out if you love me too yet?"
"Maxon, you know I'm still trying to figure out my feelings." I pulled away from his shoulder with some reluctance and looked at his face. I can tell he is hiding the disappointment.
He pulled me back to his side and I was happy to just sit there and he began to talk about his meetings he'd been in early this mornings. Rebels were moving closer but he said they were still far from the palace and extra forces were being pulled to send reinforcements. He was worried the palace had less guards but he understood we needed to stop them before they got here. He kept talking about this until both our stomachs rumbled and he offered to go get food for us. I nodded and he left the room. I turned back to the piano and finished out the song, I didn't hear the boots on the stairs or the sound of fists against flesh. I heard the music of the piano. I didn't turn around when my door opened but I did feel something connect with my head, I saw the stars flash before my eyes, then nothing.