Yay! Update! Idk why, I just felt the need to write. Volleyball season is so close to being over! YAYYY! I know that sounds horrible, but I'm just done. I'm going to be busy during Monday and Tuesday (final tournament), but hopefully I'll be able to update more after that!

Thanks so much for reading! I'm so happy I got to share my little cliffie last chapter!

Kiren- congratulations! You now hold the world record for the longest spelling of the word "what". XD I love how you said the word screwed too. Haha, great review! Made me laugh. :)

AcademicGirl- Haha, you sound like Mercedes from Glee. I actually updated kinda soon! Yay me (for once)! Thanks for the review!

Mhpropp16- Thanks so much! I love how you're all like, I rest my case! :) Thanks for the review!

Guest- You sound like me when I read something I don't like. That happens a lot in The Selection Series. :) And yeah, it was kind of out of character for them, but I felt like it worked. Thanks for the review!

Theoneforever- haha, this also sounds like me. Thanks for the review!

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Enjoy! -ReadLikeYouMeanIt

I run to my room. I can feel the tears running down my face, but I refuse to make a sound until I reach my room. Once I'm there, I shut the door quietly. I run over to my bed, bury my face into a pillow, and begin bawling. I know this won't stop for a very long down. I'm not going to calm down for a long time. I refuse to start screaming. I don't want anyone coming in here. No one can "help" me. Not now. I hate crying. I've always wondered why we do it. There's nothing fun about it. It's really weird, actually. Thinking about how weird crying is doesn't help me at all.

After about ten or fifteen minutes of crying, I realize I don't want to repeat getting dehydrated. I go to the bathroom and fill up a cup with water from the tap. I drink about two glasses, and then I go back to my bed. I'm shaking a bit now. I'm glad no one is trying to talk to me, otherwise I'd be stuttering every word. I grasp a pillow so I have something to hold while I calm down. I seriously can't calm down. The tears just keep flowing, and I can't stop them. I've never cried this hard before. I look over at the clock. I've literally been crying for an hour. I rehydrate and go back to bed again. I still can't stop crying. I get another glass of water and begin sipping it slowly, hopefully stopping the sobs. It helps a little, but not much. Maybe I just need some fresh air. I walk onto my balcony. I'm still crying, but I keep sipping water so my sobs are a little quieter. I calm down a bit more. I get ahold of myself after a while. My breathing is still kind of irregular, but I think I can go back to bed. I walk back into my room just as there's a knock on the door.

"April?" I hear Nat's voice say. "Can I come in?"

I think for a moment. I finally go to the door and open it.

"Hey," he says gently. "Is everything okay?"

I begin crying all over again and I wrap my arms around him.

"Oh," he says, surprised. He hugs me back. "Is everything okay?"

I shake my head. "No," I sob.

"What's wrong?"

I keep crying. Oh crap, I think. I can't even talk.

"Come on," he let's go a little, but still keeps one arm around me. "Let's got you a drink." He leads me down the hall towards the kitchen. When we're there, the chefs get me a cup of hot chocolate. I sip it quietly for a while until I can calm down.

"Now," Nat says once I finally stop crying. "What happened?"

What should I tell him? I mean, if Mom and Dad were trying to keep this a secret from me, who are they telling?

I take a deep breath. "I got some news, and I'm just pretty upset about it."

"You seem a little more than just pretty upset." He says.

"Yeah." I say, taking another sip.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Wow, that's a good question. I'm kind of surprised he said this instead of prying for further information.

"Can you just promise me something?" I ask.

"Anything." Oh god, this is every teenage girl's dream.

I take a deep breath. "Can you just promise me you'll always be there for me?"

"Of course." He says, taking my hand. "I swear."

I finally feel like I can sleep, so I decide to go back to bed. Nat walks me up to make sure I'm okay, and I settle in. For once, I don't have a bunch of distracting thought running through my head. Within a few minutes, I'm out like a light.