Note: I'd like to start off by saying I'm sorry. I've had this chapter ready to publish for a while now but I got caught up in school work and moving. I moved to a new country for that matter. So you can imagine how long it took for things to settle down and more importantly for me to find wifi… anyway here's chapter 3! Also I'm taking requests on where to take this story so be sure to leave any ideas in the reviews.

I was beyond words. I couldn't believe my luck. Nobody in the world could understand how I was feeling, which explains the reason why Maxon was laughing at me when I walked in the palace. I wanted to tell him to shut up but I was too shocked to form words. I felt warm tears drip down my face and let out a small whimper when Maxon pulled me into a hug.

"I-It's so p-perfect" I managed to get out.

"Really? I thought it was more of a cage" I could hear the smile in his words.

I looked up at him. Into his beautiful eyes which made me feel like I was melting.

"Why?" I asked abruptly, pulling myself away from his embrace. I could tell I surprised him.

"Why what?"

"Why me? I am nobody. I'm just an average girl. I'm not beautiful. I work day and night to help to food on the table. I'm clumsy and I'm rude. I'm hot-tempered and I told you I loved someone else. I told you right off the beginning you had no chance with me. So why did you choose me?"

He looked shocked. And after a few moments he walked close to me and looked deep into my eyes.

"Because you're perfect. Perfectly you. " I started to open my mouth to protest but he stopped me.

"Darling, You have your own kind of beauty. It's the way you talk, the way you walk. The confidence you carry. America Singer you are a walking rebellion. You are selfless .You say you are nothing but you are everything. You work day and night so your younger siblings don't have to. You starve yourself so your younger siblings don't have to. I can't believe that you would think for some strange reason that I wouldn't want you. "

It was as if he was trying to get me to understand under any circumstance.

"America, I know you're facing many things while I'm not around. I know things aren't easy for you. I need you to understand America. All my mistakes are slowly killing me. I fear I won't be good enough to run this country. And most of all, I fear I won't be good enough for you. That one day you will shut me out. And I thought that day had come when you asked to be dismissed from the selection. It broke me America. And everyday when I found out you still weren't engaged it repaired me piece by piece making me think that maybe, just maybe I had a chance. I'm not letting that chance go. America I chose you, and I will choose you over and over again. "

His hand cupped my face. He lowered his lips to mine and it was an explosion. I wrapped my fingers in his hair. It was everything he couldn't form into words. It was an apology. It was excitement. It was mine.