someone reviewed that Maxon must've been cheating for a reason, so here's the reveal. I hope you enjoy! - Bestie123
America's pov:
With my hair golden brown, and with my tanned skin, I look like a completely different person. I hear Maxon scoff, and say, "Well, we're taking her to the maids quarter. I don't care what caste she is, but she has to learn how to be a decent person." I choked on my own spit. Decent? Think about yourself. I thought.
Aspan was the one who led me to the palace. Mary, who recognized me. I cried myself to sleep, how, what happened for Maxon to have changed this much? He wasn't like this during the Selection. He's an actor America. Aspan had told me before. Was he? Is he who I fell in love with? Or was it all an act? Putting on a calm face, every. Single. Time.
"America?" someone called. No, it was Laura. "My name is Annabell." I mumbled, coming up with the first name popping into my mind.
"No, you wouldn't have replied if you weren't America." Laura said, "I need to tell you something." I sat up, quite not to disturb Mary. "I- i found out that… Maxon planned his parent's death. His father's at least. He's been working with the southern rebels" My eyes wide, my hair cascading down my shoulders. I know I'm Annabell right now, not America, but I can't help but demand an answer. I walk down the familiar path to Maxon's room, but everything's silent. I creep in, and see an unfamiliar blue bottle on his nightstand, I pick it up, and just as I'm about to leave, I step on something, and it makes a loud sound.
Maxon's pov:
I hear a loud bell. It must be my alarm clock. I fumble around, and hit the clock violently, but nothing's there, the ringing stopped, and I heard movement. I sit up, and look around, and I swear, I see a red glint, hair. Red hair. America? Maybe I'm hallucinating, but is it her? The person, possibly America runs out of my room, and closes the door shut. I hurry out, but no one's there. Not even the guards. I sigh, the liquid in the bottle has this effect on me, I'm really tired, and lazy, the work is unbearable. America did most of the work, and now I feel bad. I still remember the dark circles around her eyes, and the thought of them makes me shiver.
America's pov:
I head over to Dr Ashler's office. By the secret passage of course, and demand that he examine it. I even had to tell him who i really am, to get him to do work for me. "Hm, what in the world?" He looks up at me. "This is something that makes you have remote control over someone. Someone must've made this somehow. I can trace this to the person who's taking control, but for now, stay away from him. He's dangerous." Just then, I take the full impact of his words. Was he cheating on me, related to the bottle? I hope so, how long has he had this?