Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I have been really busy! I will try to post a new chapter every day from now on. I think you're gonna like this one...

Chapter 14

Maxon had lost his way to the fountain. Probably because it was the last place on Earth that he would think of me going. I made my way back to my room.

Marlee helped me get ready the next morning, fixing up my cut and other minor injuries.

"What exactly did happen?" Marlee said.

"Well, we were walking to the infirmary, when I may have accidently insulted Celeste." I said.

"You WHAT? She's the Princess, America! I can't believe that you had the guts to say something! What did you say?" She asked, excitement in her voice.

"Well, I muttered something about Kriss or even me making a better Queen than her, but I guess he must have heard. I really don't want to talk to him right now."

"America, you're his maid now. You're going to have to see him." Marlee says after what seems like an eternity of silence.

I sigh, "Yes, I guess you're right. I will just tell him some lame excuse."

After I get dressed in my outfit for the day, I walk to Maxon's room. As I am barely five feet away from the door, I breathe. I was so worried about seeing him that I did that I didn't notice when he popped his head from the door.

"Come in," he said bluntly. Immediately I feel guilty

After he shut the door, he turned, anger on his face. "What the heck did you say that for last night? You weren't even in the selection! Besides, I have other reasons for not choosing Kriss!"

I want to contradict him, I was in the selection. I was in the Elite. I was in the top four.

I am America.

"I have my reasons, Maxon." I say, with a little more anger than I was meaning to give out. I spit out his name like bile.

He just looks at me like I have done something unspeakable. "You will call me Prince." He says.

"Okay, Prince," I say, again emphasizing his name, "What if I told you that I personally know someone who's heart would have been broken again if she heard you speak those words?"

He looks at me like I am psycho. "What are you talking about?"

Maybe they erased his mind. Are you freaking kidding me? Of course he must know who would've said those words. Well, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing who I am. I can't believe that I was in love with this jerk.

Then again, every time I looked into his eyes, I feel as warmth that no one else gave me. Not even Aspen.

I stare into those eyes coldly, and say, "Give me the satisfaction." And with that, I storm off.

Again.

I go into my old room, which is unoccupied. Weird, I see all my stuff that I didn't take with me right where I left it. I go over to my favorite necklace, and put it on. I should've brought it. I look at myself on my old mirror for a minute, and think.

I look so different then I did back then. I was young, fresh, alive. I knew love and I was content, ready to be Illea's next Queen, right by Maxon. Now, I just look horrible.

I have a sad look on my face. I am still young, just not still happy. My hair is the only thing that looks the same.

I walk over to the piano, and play the song that I played for Maxon.

When the song's done, I sit on the bed, and let the tears that have been building up go free.

Then, Maxon walks in.

What?

I then stop crying. "How long have you been standing there?"

He just looks at me, emotionless. "The whole time."

The King's going to kill me.

He can't know right now, he can't! It will blow my whole cover, and god knows what will happen to my family…

Not meaning to, I start to cry. Maxon comes over, comforting me. His hands slide up and down my back, making me feel better.

I was the one who taught him that.

"You should take the rest of the day off," he says, "I'll walk you back to your room."

So we walk to the below room quarters for the maids, and we stop at my room.

"This is it," I say.

"Can I come in?" he says. I can't refuse the Prince.

"Yes," I say.

Before he can see any of my personal belongings, I shove them into a drawer in my dresser.

"It's so…small." He says.

I nod, "Well what were you expecting, a mansion?"

He laughs. I smile.

"Why were you in America's room?" he asks.

I know the color must have drained out of my body. "N-no reason," I say shakily.

He looks at me quizzically. "What are you hiding?"

"That's none of your business." I say.

"Actually, yes it is," he counters. He's right, too.

"Why do you care about what a maid is doing?" I ask.

"Well… you've been acting rather… odd. You're cold to me, even when I am the Prince. I want to know what you are hiding. I want to know what's in that drawer." He nods to the drawer that I have been hiding all my personal belongings in.

The one that I happen to be standing in front of.

"Kay, look Maxon. If I actually tell you what's in here, my family and you may possibly be killed. So, if I were you, I would just drop the subject and move on with my life."

"Let me see in it!" he lunges at me. I block it. Then, we're struggling, and he has the upperhand. Then, he grabs the handle and looks at the content.

After a minute, he looks at me with big eyes.

"America?

Shoot.

THE ULTIMITE CLIFFHANGER