Hey guys! Thanks for the great reviews! I wrote the part were Aspen comes into the last chapter wrong. So here is chapter four. I hope you enjoy! If you have any ideas for the next chapter just comment! Thanks! Also, Swimchick is the winner! Great job! Just post your idea!

America:

"Lady America! Are you alright?" Anne walked in, followed by Mary, and then Lucy.

"I am fine. We were hiding in the hospital wing safe room." I replied.

"We? Do you mean you and Maxon?" Lucy giggled. I suppose she had no idea about the little incident. I nodded. Their eyes beamed up at me. They clearly believed in me. They thought, no, they knew, I would win.

"Knock, knock, knock!" A blonde haired head popped in the door. Thank goodness Maxon felt better. I got scared.

"Oh, Your Majesty. So long Lady America!" Mary cheerfully sang and walked at the door. Lucy and Anne followed out.

"They really like you, America." Maxon said. "But I think I know someone who likes you even more."

"Who?" I questioned. Maxon inched closer, our heads touched. We were in the shape of a heart.

"Me." He inched closer and now out lips touched. I threw my arms around his neck, and he threw his arms around my waist. My hands went up to his hair, which was perfect, but I made it messy.

"America?" The door opened slightly. It was Kriss. Crap! Maxon and I separated immediately.

"Hey, Kriss." I said in a melancholy tone. She ran away.

"Kriss, wait!" Maxon called out. I nodded for him to go run after her. He gave me one last kiss and left the room. I plopped on my bed, and dreamed of the day it would just be Maxon and I. I closed my eyes.

"Maxon? Maxon? Where are you?" The palace was in flames. I ran, search. There was a rebel over Maxon, and a red puddle under him. Someone was shaking me, pulling me. I was sweating.

"AHHHHHH!" I screamed.

"America! America!" The shaking stopped when I woke up. Maxon was standing over me. It was all a dream. Maxon was alive.

"America I heard you screaming, are you all right?" I nodded, and hugged him tightly. I was glad he was here.

"I thought I lost you. Y-you…you died in my dream."

"I am here now." He kissed me. Best. Wake. Up. Call. Ever.

He laid down next to me, still holding me in his arms. I felt safe, and fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning to a red rose and a note. It read.

My Darling,

Good morning! I am sorry I couldn't stay. I left at about 5 am and did not wish to wake you. I had some princely duties to attend to. Tugging my ear after breakfast. Love you!

XOXOXO,

Maxon.

I hugged the note. My maids walked in and drew me my bath. They slipped me into a purplish blue gown that had an empire waist and sweetheart neck line. It was a high-low gown. On my feet were white kitten heels. My hair was in a French braid with a crystal hair band. I felt like royalty.

I made my way down to breakfast, spotting several guards along the way, less than usually. The rebels must have been southerners. My mind wandered into the possibilities of Aspen being dead. Was that good or bad? Would I even miss him? I had Maxon now.

As I walked down the stairs to breakfast I saw Kriss and Maxon talking. She played with her hair, trying to act dumb and pretty. She was acting like Celeste. I threw up in my mouth a little when she threw her arms around Maxon. She kept glancing back at me with a devilish smile. Well two can play at that game.

I made my footsteps sound louder, and pushed my shoulders back. I let my red hair fall down my back perfectly. Maxon stepped away from Kriss and looked at me. Kriss' smile turned into a frown of defeat. Point America!

Maxon waved at Kriss and began walking behind me.

"Hello," he whispered, sending chills down my spine, "you look lovely today."

"You look very handsome yourself." I smiled.

"Did you enjoy the note and the flower?" He asked. I grinned and nodded. I tugged my ear. He snuck a kiss on my cheek secretly and made his way to his seat. I did the same.

Maxon:

I never felt the same way with Kriss as I did with America. But I had to try. I couldn't just call off The Selection. As much as I would love to, I couldn't.

I began to eat. My father's eyes bore into the back of my skull. In his world, he just sent two lasers through me. I smiled at America, and looked back at my food. My father frowned. He would never let me pick America, but it was my choice, not his.

"Maxon, I need to see you after breakfast." My father remarked. I frowned, and glanced at America. I mouthed the word sorry.

"Actually, father, I have a date with Lady America."

He frowned.

"After breakfast, Maxon. Understood?"

"No." I responded.

"No? No? Maxon Schreave, I am your father, and the king, you shall do what I say." He responded.

"I will come, after I visit Lady America. Understood, Sir?"

He smiled. "Guards, do teach my dear son a lesson. Don't go easy."

America:

Where was Queen Amberly during this entire time?

"No! Don't hurt him, you monsters!" Aspen was one of those guards, and he was wearing a wide toothed smile. I got up and ran across the table. The king pulled my hair which pushed me down into a pancake. He tugged my hair all the way until we rounded a corner.

He slapped me, punched me, then took out the same cane he had whipped Maxon with.

"Wi- ch!" He tried to whip me again, but I grabbed the cane. It just made my cut deeper.

I screamed. I saw Celeste, Kriss, and Elise, yelling to me to grab the handle. They were rooting for me. Yes, even Celeste. I grabbed the handle of the cane, and slipped it out of the kings hand, which set him off balance. I whipped him harder than he whipped. The other Elite cheered me on. But there smiles faded.

"Thought you'd be pretty foxy, did you? Ha-ha, funny. You can't beat me!" Before I knew it he had me at my neck.

"Any last words, Lady America?" He asked, sarcastically.

I took out the whip slowly, making sure he wouldn't realize.

"WI-CH!" The whip was louder and harder. I whipped him across the neck. He fell to the ground. The other Elite girls grew their smiles back. I ran over to Maxon, who had a sword at his throat, and 3 other guards punching and kicking him. Aspen was holding the sword contently.

"WI-CH!" Each guard was bleeding on the floor, including Aspen. I felt no guilt as Maxon and I rushed down to the hospital.

"Nice try!" The king had gotten back up, we were surrounded by guards. Crap. Seriously, where the heck was Queen Amberly? Wait a second, oh no. She couldn't be…Dead? Which Maxon and I basically were.