Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own selection. If I did, Aspen would be dead by now and Maxon and America would already have 5 Maxerica babies! By the way, a heads up: sorry for the extreme cheesiness in this chapter.
Chapter 7: Scars and Bruises (THAT DOESNT SOUND GOOD...)
Maxon PoV:
"America?"
No reply. I scanned the area. In front of me, I see a beautiful garden. All sorts of different flowers, bushes and trees. I actually never knew there was a garden in this school.
Why was she acting like this? Is it because of the thingy that happens every month or so? Wait. I know what it's called. This got drilled into my brain from my health teacher. Hashtag? No. Exclamation? Nope. Asterisk? Maybe…PERIOD! Oh yeah! That's what it's called!
Awkward…
Anyways…
I see a person sitting on a bench, knees curled up, sobbing. It was America. My poor angelic beauty.
I walk up to her and hug her in my arms. She tenses but then melts in my arms and continues sobbing.
"What happened, America?" I asked her.
No response. I hate seeing her like this. Who hurt her until the point that she cries?
"America, please. You helped me with my problems, and now I want to help you with yours," I said gently to her.
"YOU'RE MY PROBLEM!" She yelled at me. (*singing Problem by Ariana Grande in the background* heheh. Sorry for the interruption... Continue!)
"What? Please tell me what I did." I was shocked. I was the one who hurt her?
"You are sometimes so bipolar. One day you actually look like you care for me, and the other you just throw me in the trash like how you did with the other 34 girls you used." She sobbed to her knees.
"Honestly America, you are one of the people I care for most," I spilled out my deepest secret.
"Lies!" She yelled at my face. Even with her swollen red eyes, she still looked beautiful.
"No! It's the truth! How can I get you to believe me?" I pleaded.
"Nothing, because I know that you are lying." She snapped.
"If nothing will, maybe this will work." I fit my mouth to hers. She froze and then melted into the kiss. She tasted like mint and vanilla. I ended the kiss and said, "America, you are the most beautiful girl in the world, and I care for you very much, and," I rubbed my hands together and got a blue bracelet I got from the jeweler out of my pocket, "will you go to the dance with me?"
(A/N When my sister read this, she was laughing so loud and saying it was too much like a proposal... Sorry if it was too cheesy...)
"But aren't you going to the dance with Kriss?" She asked me. Huh? Kriss told America that she got asked to the dance by me? Ohh... Maybe that's why she was so sad.
"No... Did she tell you that?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said with a sigh.
"Well then she's a liar and I do want to go to the dance with you. So... Um... Yes or No?" I said nervously.
"Yes of course!" She threw her hands around my head and kissed me on the cheek. I was doing a mental victory dance in my head.
"So, what's with you and Adam this Sunday?"
She just stared at me.
"What?"
"I overheard you talking to him when I was walking to my next class."
"Stalker,"she punched me in the arm. "No, it was just a project."
"Good. I want to all to myself." I pressed her back into my chest. I felt both of our hearts beating wildly. We stayed like that, sitting on the bench cuddling until the bell rang.
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AMERICA'S POV:
Oh my god. Oh my god. I was going to the dance with Maxon! Sometimes he just is a total ass, but the rest of the time he is such a nice person, so caring and handsome, so cu-
" ! I will not have you day dreaming I my class!" Ms. Farmer, my art teacher snapped me out of my thoughts. My cheeks turned scarlet while other kids snickered behind my back.
"I'm sorry , I was done with my project." It was true! gave us a project of using oil paints to paint a picture of a problem in the world. I drew a picture of a bruised girl looking in a rippled lake, and with every ripple, her face clearing up of the bruises until it was like porcelain. She came over to look at my picture and gasped.
"Wow! America this is great!" I guess I inherited my parent's abilities.
"Thank you Ms. Farmer." I murmured, my cheeks once again flaring up because of the compliment.
"Since you are done, why don't you try drawing another picture?" She asked me.
"Okay. Can I have another canvas?"
Ms. Farmer brought me another canvas and I started drawing a scarred boy getting both arms pulled by the angel and the devil. I didn't get to finish because the bell rang signaling the end of the day. Everyone exited to go to their after school activities, but I packed up slowly since I didn't have any. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw my least favorite girl in the world.
"Hey America!" Kriss said in a cheerful tone. Once I thought that maybe she was going to be nice for once, she growled, "What did you do with my Maxon?" Yup! There's the real Kriss. Owning guys for her *cough cough* needs.
"I didn't do anything to YOUR Maxon!" I snorted. Seriously? Kriss, you don't own Maxon for goodness sakes!
"What did you do to Maxon after he ran out the door in Music class, you slut?" Kriss pressured me. I was crashing under her threats of hitting me again, but again, my mouth doesn't really have a filter on what I'm going to say.
"Oh, you calling me a slut, huh? I bet you slept with more boys than everyone in the school combined! Also, may I borrow your 'shirt', I have to donate it to my three year old cousin." I retorted.
"YOU BITCH!" She slapped my face and raked the side of my face with her sharp, manicured nails.
I ran away from the classroom, only to get myself in deeper trouble. In front of me, Aspen has his fist raised ready to beat me up. I tried to run away, but before I could register anything, Aspen has me down to the ground. I feel pain on my back, my lower torso and my head (which is basically everywhere).
"You really think that you can beat me, I'm the best on the swim team." He laughed.
"Ha. You really are a useless rag doll without anyone."He kicks me in the ribs.
"This is for beating me in dodgeball."He kicks me again, but only harder.
"This is for being a bitch."He pulls me up and knees me in the stomach. I fall to the ground.
"This is for you being a slut."And punches me in the face.
Aspen keeps on hitting me for every reason he has against me. He does this until I close my eyes, and this makes him drag me out into a corner. He sets me in the corner and repeatedly keeps on kicking me, over and over. He stops until he hears a scream, and sprints away from the scene. Marlee and Celeste give me a hand and I reach out but I am too tired. The last thing I hear is Marlee yelling to call an ambulance.
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I wake up in a room that smells like sterilized medicine. My body feels like its slowly burning. I sit up, but as soon as my back is at a 45 degree angle, black and yellow spots cover my vision. I fall back onto the pillow. I take a deep breath and I wince. It even hurts to breathe! I look around, and I see no one, absolutely nobody waiting for me. I guess this is what it feels like to be invisible.
Then a bunch of questions hoard my head: How long have I been here? Where am I? Did Aspen get caught? What day is it? Did I miss the dance? Are Marlee and Celeste okay?
A nurse coming in interrupted my thoughts. She looked at me like I was a walking zombie, (which I probably was) and dropped her notepad.
"Y-you're awake?"she asked cautiously. Umm…I think I am. What kind of nurse is she if she can't tell a living patient from a dead one?
Instead of voicing my thoughts, I said, "Yup! I'm pretty sure I am awake. Why do you ask?"my voice came out creaky and broken.
"Well, Doctor Jack said that you wouldn't wake up until Friday."
"I guess that I'm really resilient…"I joked, "Just two questions, what day is today and can I get a cup of water?"
"Today is Wednesday, 8 AM. Now let me get the doctor to check up on you."
I waited a few minutes for the doctor to come in. I looked in the mirror and saw a bruised and broken girl. Her face was filled with purple-bluish-yellowish-greenish bruises. Her eyes were broken. A scar came running down the side of my face, and from my right elbow to my wrist. That girl could not be me. But she was. A few tears slipped down my face. How did I deserve this kind of life? When I heard footsteps, I quickly swiped away my tears. Soon, a tall muscular man dressed in a white lab coat came in, carrying a tablet and a cup of water.
"Hello, Ms. America Singer, I am your doctor and will be checking if you are in good enough condition to check out."He handed me the cup of water.
After a few tests, like bonking my leg with a hammer, sticking a stick in my mouth, he told me that I was free to go tomorrow. Suddenly, my mom rushed in.
"America! Honey! What happened?"
"Aspen."
Her face turned from a face of happiness to a face of sorrow and pain.
She embraced me in a hug.
"I really hope you will feel better. Sorry Ames, but I have to go to work."
I nodded in understanding and watched as she left. Without mom working probably means no food. The doctor took the place of mom, checking if I was still in stable condition.
I look at the bedside table next to me. On there is a bunch of finished (?) homework and a note.
The note was from Marlee and Celeste.
Dear America!
We really hope you feel better. Because you are our bestest friend, we decided to do your homework (shhh. Don't tell anyone, and don't expect to get a A). You owe us. Jk. But don't think that just because you're injured, you can skip the dance. You are still going. Mwahahaha.
Hugs and Kisses,
Marlee and Celeste
PS Call us when you wakey wakey. :-*
XOXXOXOXOXOXOX
I sat there, disappointed that I didn't get any notes from Maxon. Were those words that he said to me just a show? I better just forget about that. Great. Now I have nothing to do. I grab my phone from my pocket and text both Marlee and Celeste.
America: im awake
I really don't expect them to reply, because they are at school, but I guess I was proven wrong twice.
Marlee: u o me.
Celeste: My brain is over heated because of u
America: Hello to you too.
Celeste: whoops. Hi sweety pie!
Marlee: haha lol. Mer, how are you feeling?
America: like I have been set on fire.
Celeste: OH YOU POOR BABY! Mar, I knew I should've decapitated Ass-pen!
Marlee: sorry I prevented you from getting you in jail.
Celeste: oh right. Heh. I forgot that decapitation comes with consequences.
America: anyway, shouldn't you be in class?
Celeste: yup! But the teacher is so boring. Also im sitting in the back of the class
Marlee: oh celeste, you bad gurl...
Celeste: wut! Not my problem that he is so borring…id rather do more of ames homework.
America: oh please do.
Celeste: but, above all that, I would rather gaze at the hot boy sitting in front of me…
Marlee: SCARRED FOR LIFE. CELESTE... curse you
America: speaking of hot boys, my doctor is pretty hot.
Celeste: OMG TAKE A PICTURE OF HIM
Marlee: Ooh! I wanna see!
America: Marlee, you have a boyfriend.
Marlee: I don't care! I wanna see some more eye-candy
America: Kk
I pretended I was taking a selfie, but instead I took a picture of the doctor
I sent the picture over to them and immediately got replies from them
Celeste: SOMEONE! Give me an injury!
Marlee: oohhh girll you are lucky
America: hahah…
Celeste: I gtg Ames and Mar! Class ended feel better Mer!
Marlee: ya me too. Bye yall and feel better! We all miss you!
America: Baii
As I became more bored, the drowsier I became. So I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.
~Time Skip, because we don't want to read about how America sleeps~
I wake up to two squealing girls.
"Quiet girls. I am trying to sleep."
And they do the exact opposite,
"Where'd the bracelet come from?!"
"Did someone ask you to the dance?"
I open my eyelids only to find Marlee and Celeste pulling my bracelet arm out of my socket. In their other hands was a huge, fluffy, pink teddy bear.
"As much as you want my arm, I need it."
They dropped my arm and set the huge teddy bear on the bed to the right of me.
"Spill the beans girl."
"Maxon gave me the bracelet, and he also asked me to the dance."
Celeste gave an understanding nod and smile. Marlee looked like she was going to explode from happiness.
"You two are perfect together. But if he hurts you, I will personally bust out some black belt kung Fu on him."Celeste warned.
We all cracked up. Later, we all just talked about the dance and I forgot about all of the injuries I withheld.
Again, thank you all for all the reviews you gave me! They really encourage me to write faster! Here are the replies:
going for the win: Thanks! I love Arianna Grande! Especially Problem! I just let that song go on repeat over and over and over…
selectionprincess59: Here ya go! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Theoneforever: Thank you!
PrincessIndia: I love your story!
Mhpropp16: Thank you! Well… Currently she is in the hospital… ;)
Kiren: Oooooooo. They will have plenty
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lovewords: Wow. A lot of questions, I see. Well HERE IS A PRESENT TO EVERYBODY!
He did the same thing to Celeste and 33 other girls. And I was the 35th. He will only keep on adding numbers.
I know. It is only one sentence. But I gave ya guys suspence! Eh? What do you think?
Just a little question to you all: Do you want Asperica or Maxerica or Adamerica by the end of the story? Im fine with writing any of them!
Love you all!
-ClaceMaxericaSizzy