Sorry that it has been a couple of days since I updated. I have been really busy. This is a small chapter but I hope you like it. Please review.
To: Guest (An obsessed fan), I think I can make that scene work but it will be in the second week of camp because I already have the first week planned. So if you want to read that scene you will have to keep reading my story. Keep reviewing.Maxon's Pov
I was in America's room writing a song with her. The songwriting was going great. America had just sang what we had, back to me and she sounded like an angel.
She finish out strongly then said, "thats what we have so far."
"You sounded great," I answered and started to move toward her. I had no idea what I was doing but my mind told me to kept moving forward.
"Really I think I was a little pitchy," she said
"No America, you were perfect," I said moving even closer. I felt like a lion on the prowl about to pounce on his pray.
"Thank you," she said as I realized how close we were. If I just moved my lips the slightest bit we would be kissing.
In that moment before I did the stupidest thing I have ever done I know how I felt about America. I liked her. A lot. She was so different from everyone else from the first moment I laid eyes on her. She wasn't afraid to be herself and speak her mind. Even though it has only been a short time since we have known each other I felt something for her and it seemed like the perfect moment to show her how I felt.
Then I did something that I never thought I would do. I leaned my mouth toward America's closed my eyes and tried to kiss her and just before our lips meet she kneed me in the groin.
I fell to the ground in pain. God she could kick hard. I was covering the spot where she kicked me trying not to scream out in pain. Finally I decided I couldn't take this embarrassment much longer I looked up at America. She was just standing there motionless, just staring at me in shock. So I got up off the floor and left her room.
I was in so much pain that once I was outside the dorm rooms I had to sit down. It took a couple minutes before I could get up and walk again but still I was in pain. She had kicked me in just the right spot to get maximum pain.
As I limped back to the boys dorm rooms I had plenty of time to think and I sure wish I didnt.
Does that mean America doesn't like me the same way I like her. Was that a back off warning or was she just surprise and wasn't expecting me to try and kiss her so she acted on instinct. Either way how was I ever supposed to face her again.
I got into my room grabbed an ice pact from the freezer and went into my bed. Do I hate America for this. I thought back to the look on America's face right before I left her room. She was beautiful, even when she wasn't trying. No I could never hate America. I wasn't even mad at her. I was moving too fast and jumped into kissing her before she was ready. God I'm such an idiot. Was this one little mess up going to ruin my friendship with America. Even if America doesn't like me, I still would like to be friends with her and I may have ruined it all by trying to get one little kiss.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How am I ever supposed to talk to America again.
Sleep was getting to me . I was tired.
Hey, maybe this is all a dream and I will wake up and me and America will be friends. I doubt it but I can still hope and with that I fell asleep.
Thanks to all of my readers for so much support. There will be more soon. (The drama chapters are starting in the next chapter) Please review.
