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One day before camp

America's Pov

When I answered the door a saw Maxon standing there. Of course it would be Maxon here.

"What are you doing here," I asked

"I wanted to make sure you were alright," he answered

Of course it would be Maxon here and off course he wanted to make sure I was alright because that was the kind of person he was.

"Can I come in," he asked

Then I realized I was in the doorway just standing there, "Of course," I answered and stepped back so he could enter into my living room.

Once Maxon was inside the living room I asked, "So what are you really doing here. I mean I know you came to check on me but there must be so another reason too."

"Actually there is. We told Celeste that we were writing a song tonight so thats what were going to do," he said

"You came here to write a song," I say

"Yes," he answers

"Ok then. I guess I did tell Celeste thats what we were going to do," I say

Then I go into my room and go into the suitcase that a brought from home and pulled out a notebook and a pen. I walk back out into my living room realizing that it was a good thing that I put back on clothes.

"What should we write about," I ask

"It could be about anything," he said, "But I think we should write about something that relates to us."

"Ok, so about friends," I say

"Sort of," he says

"Do you write songs often," Maxon asks

"Yes. I write down most of what I am felling. It gives me a way to express my feelings," I say

"Oh," is all he says

"Ok. Shall we start," I say

"Sure," he says

Maxon and I had been working for about 2 hours coming up with lyrics. Are song started out about friends but then it turned into a love song. Working with Maxon had actually been really fun. We had laughed and just talked a lot about ourselves.

We had come up with about half the lyrics to the song but we still didn't have a name for it.

"Ok," I say, "I'm going to sing back what we have so far."

"Go for it," Maxon says

I started to sing:

Stop playing with my heart the way you're doing

You keep pushing me away, then you're pulling me right back in

Playing these games when you know I'm already falling

Stop speaking through the lines and say it bluntly

I'm tired of reading through your smiles to see the truth behind

This circle of two thats leaving me always hoping

I wait for you to come and save me

I Hope that you will come and show me

and tell me…

That you can't take me off your mind

That you were just scared to read the signs

That we could actually be something more than…

Then I would tell all the things

That I have been done to let you know

and we could actually be something more than friends in love

I finish out strongly then say, "thats what we have so far."

"You sounded great," Maxon said as he moved closer to me

"Really I think I was a little pitchy," I said

"No America, you were perfect," I said moving even closer

"Thank you," I said as I realized how close we were

Then Maxon did something that I never would have thought he would try. He leaned his mouth toward mine and just before our lips meet I kneed him in the leg.

I regretted it as soon as it happened. I stepped back and thought: Oh My God I just kneed Maxon Schreave in the leg. The presidents son.

Maxon groaned in pain.

I just stood there in shock horror as Maxon got up and went out the door into the hallway limping.

WHAT HAD I DONE.

I stayed up for hours after Maxon left thinking: What had I done. What had I done.

Then a new thought came to me: Did Maxon Schreave really try to kiss me or was it just a mistake.

I dont think I will ever know after tonight Maxon will never talk to me again, the pack will turn against me, and I will be along for the rest of camp.

I knew I couldn't change the past but I sure as hell wanted too.

With that thought I fell a sleep.

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