Fake Chapter Eleven, a selection trilogy, kiera cass fanfic

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Kiera Cass! All of the songs used in this fanfiction are not mine, either! Only the plot is mine.

Guest (TheElite): Oh, wow! I don't know what to say, but I hope that you feel my overwhelming gratitude. I will use your song suggestion, but I can't change it in any way, for fear that it might violate the copyright policies.

TheElite: That's totally alright! I'm glad that you review the story in the first place.

Guest: Thanks so much! :)

I skipped school again. Why wouldn't I? I didn't feel like facing a sulky ex-boyfriend, a cheating, lying, bastard of an ex-boyfriend, and a fake-sweet bitch. I spent the entire morning picking the songs I would sing tonight.

I finished writing my new song, fueled by my heartbreak and anger. Towards the early afternoon, I drove to my performing center in my car. Then, I was dragged to my fancy dressing room and attacked by makeup and costumes.

I couldn't help but think of Maxon. How he would tell me stupid jokes about love. How he would look into my eyes and tell me he loved me. I never knew what heartbreak was until now.

"Miss Singer? You're ready." I faced the mirror. The attendants had done exactly what I had told them to do. Smoky back eyeshadow contrasted against my pale skin, making me look haunted. A matching black dress set the look off.

I wanted to show Maxon that I was done with him. And I was.

Backstage, I turned towards Silvia. She nodded at me. "And… you're live!"

I strolled out onto the stage. People were holding signs with my name on it and screaming. My eyes scanned the swelling crowd, finally finding Maxon. His eyes met mine, and I could see the remorse in them. I might've actually believed his act if not for the brown-haired traitor leaning on his arm.

Kriss caught me looking at her and looked like she was beside herself with excitement. Good. Maxon hadn't told her who I was yet. She flipped her hair and flirtatiously batted her lashes. I focused on something else.

"Good evening! Tonight, I have a couple special songs for you! For those of you who don't know me, I'm America Singer. And singing has always been my lifelong passion. I hope you enjoy my songs as much as I do.

"I'm going to start off with Reflection, which I wrote just a few days ago!" (A/N: TheElite, here you go! I spent a lot of time finding one that I liked and described America's predicament. This is also from the "Mulan" movie.)

Reflection (originally by Christina Aguilera)

"Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

There's a heart that must be
Free to fly
That burns with a need to know
The reason why

Why must we all conceal
What we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?"

Cheers erupted. "For my next song, I have Impossible." This was one of the songs I had written after I had caught Maxon cheating on me.

Impossible (originally sung by James Arthur or Shontelle)

"I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did, I did
And you were strong and I was not
My illusion, my mistake
I was careless, I forgot
I did
And now when all is done
There is nothing to say
You have gone and so effortlessly
You have won
You can go ahead tell them

Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the roof tops
Write it on the skyline
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, impossible
Falling out of love is hard
Falling for betrayal is worst
Broken trust and broken hearts
I know, I know
Thinking all you need is there
Building faith on love and words
Empty promises will wear
I know (I know)
And now when all is gone
There is nothing to say
And if you're done with embarrassing me
On your own you can go ahead tell them

Ooh impossible (yeah yeah)

I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did

Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the roof top
Write it on the skyline
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy (I was happy)
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, impossible

I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did."

I blink back my tears. All the emotions I was experiencing when I wrote this came rushing back. I barely managed to choke out, "The next song I have in store for you is 'Behind These Hazel Eyes." I originally had the word "chocolate" instead of "hazel", but I didn't want any more reminders of Maxon.

Behind These Hazel Eyes (originally by Kelly Clarkson)

"Seems like just yesterday

You were a part of me

I used to stand so tall

I used to be so strong

Your arms around me tight

Everything it felt so right

Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong

Now I can't breathe, no I can't sleep

I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

I told you everything

Opened up and let you in

You made me feel alright

For once in my life

Now all that's left of me

Is what I pretend to be

So together, but so broken up inside

Cause I can't breathe, no I can't sleep

I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me, then spit me out

For hating you, I blame myself

Seeing you, it kills me now

No, I don't cry on the outside Anymore

Anymore

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes."

Maxon stood solemnly in the crowd, no doubt breaking down my song into individual segments, trying to figure out what message I was trying to convey. I kept my bright smile. "And for my final song, I present you 'Look What You Made Me Do!'" He was going to see that I could move on. And I would.

Look What You Made Me Do (originally by Taylor Swift)

"I don't like your little games
Don't like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool, no, I don't like you
I don't like your perfect crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (oh!)

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

I don't like your kingdom keys
They once belonged to me
You ask me for a place to sleep
Locked me out and threw a feast (what!?)
The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama
But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma
And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure (sure)
Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time)
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

The song definitely wasn't my type, but it portrayed my anger and bitterness after my heartbreak over Maxon faded a little, and I liked writing and singing it. Everyone's cheers were just as loud, but I sensed a slight tension in the room: They had obviously felt the anger rolling off of me as I sang. Good. Let Maxon know.

"That's all! Next, I have a meet-and-greet where you can get my autograph and talk to me!" This was Silvia's idea. I didn't want to risk having to talk to Maxon again.

I coolly breezed my way down the stage and to a table. There, fan after fan streamed up to me, begging for autographs and information about me.

"Can I have your autograph?"

"What was your life like before you became famous?"

"I want to be you so bad!" I laughed at the last comment. If they really saw what my life was like, they'd scamper off in pity.

Kriss approached me. "America!" She giggled like we were long-lost friends. "Your voice is absolutely beautiful! That's because I have a voice just as heavenly as yours."

I almost punched her in the lip, too. How could she barge up to me and act like she hadn't helped bring me down? I was just about to reply with a nasty remark when Maxon materialized next to her.

I put up all my barriers. "Hello! Would you like an autograph too?" Kriss giggled again and let me sign the back of her shirt. I added a tiny, almost invisible side note: Why, Kriss?

After looking into my eyes for what seemed like forever, Maxon said, "Sure." He turned around and I signed his shirt. But instead of writing my signature, I wrote, You were everything to me. What happened?

Maxon shooed Kriss off, much to her displeasure. "Mer—America, why did you hide? And I love you," He added quietly.

My cold demeanor was back. "You have no right to talk, you filthy bastard. You wandered into this situation yourself. And you lost your chance. I'll never be yours again!" I spat angrily.

His eyes started to water a little. But he didn't cry. Instead, he walked away from me yet again, leaving me desperate for answers and heartbroken once again.

I sincerely hope you liked this! A lot of chapters have been leading up to this one. :)

Love, Owletta