Ch 5
America' POV
When me and josh finally decide to take a break from dancing, I look around the room for Maxon, annoyed. When my eyes final,y land on him, his seated at a table all alone with about 10 empty wine glasses surrounding him.
"You think you've had enough drink yet?" I ask teasingly as I walk over to him.
I want to end whatever is happening between us-right now.
"Nah, I think I could use a few more" he replies slurring half his words.
"Oh god, Maxon why are you drinking like a fish out of water" I ask eyeing him. "You look miserable and all the guest are leaving" I finish
"Ah I was thirsty" is all her replies.
"Seriously? You were thirsty so you drink 5 gallons of wine?" I say accusingly
"Yep." Is all he answers.
"Your hopeless you know that right?"
"Yep now were is that damn server?" He says looking around for more wine.
"Maxon I don't think you need anymore..."
"Of course I do. Don't tell me what I can and can't do. I will drink more if I want" he hisses at me.
'What got your panties in a bunch' I mumble to myself. We sit there in Awkward silence for a while before he says something.
"How come you never danced with me?" He says looking me up and down
"You never asked" I say back, realizing he somehow got more wine. He's about toss
Answer but I cut him short saying "plus you were too busy with Kriss."
"Fair enough, and one dance with Kriss, if I may correct you. You were the one to busy with josh.' He throws back
"True, but he was being a gentleman and being kind to me all night when you weren't, and haven't been" I throw right back at him.
"Ya well at least I let you explain when you mess up" he grumbles. This was true. I never did let him say anything but still it was Kriss. Shivers run down my spine when I re-see everything that happened.
It's time to end this fight now, I'm tired of it. Guess I'll just have to be the bigger person.
"I'm sorry" I mumble.
His face lights up, I can sense it. But I only stare down at me shoes that I currently can't see through my dress.
"What was that?" He says amused
"I'm sorry" I say slightly louder.
"One more time please..." He whines still very amused.
"Oh you heard me! I'm sorry!" I nearly yell at him.
"Ah that's good my dear, I am quite sorry too love" he answers then hiccups. I let out a laugh.
"So are we good again?" I say "is it over now?"
"Of course we're good again, we have been I've just been waiting for you to see that" he says trying to stand up.
"Oh is that so?" I say watching in amusement as he stands up and stammers around.
"Yep" he says then hiccuping again. "Like to dance my dear?" He asks
" of course you highness," I say taking his hand not minding he called me his dear, cause if I chewed him out he wouldn't remember so I'll just do it tommorow when he's sober.
He leads me out to the nearly empty Dance floor and spins me around a few times as we knock into each other. He's so drunk he dances about as good as I do.
"Now love, please tell me nothing is going one between you and josh." He says. I'm shocked
" what!?" I eventually squeak out. "Why the hell would you think that?" I ask
"Oh I don't know just how you acted with him tonight."
"Maxon I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. All he is is a friend. Don't worry my heart is all yours, as long as you don't break it." I say reassuringly
"Oh thank god and trust me I won't" he say landing a sloppy kiss on my lips. I pull away laughing.
"That kiss sucked" I say laughing at how horrible it was.
"Well I can I fix that" he says huskily Into my ear, trying to kiss me again.
"Maxon let's not do this here" I whisper back into his ear then look him in the eye and say
"Some people are still here and there not giving us nice looks" I say. He spins his head around to see and isn't happy about it.
"Well then guess we'll just have to leave" he says grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the door. "I was supposed to go see you tonight anyways"
He drags me all the way to my room and the second we get there our maids run out flustered. They giggle all the way down the hall.
"They get so flustered so easily" I say laughing to my self.
"Yes they do" he says still having some of his words slur. He eventually makes his way over to me and kisses me. It's so passionate and full of longing the things I've missed the most these past few days. After a while I pull away and lead him into my bathroom.
"Here Maxon" I say turning on the cold water "why don't you splash you face with some water and try to wake up little" I say and he obeys.
He comes up after a while and moans about having a head ache.
So I search my cupboards until I find two Advil I hand them to him and a cup of water.
"Here" I say and he looks up and smiles gratefully.
"Thanks dear." He says and I clear my throat, now that he's a little more into it he can understand why.
"Oh sorry he says, thanks love" he says swallowing the Advil and I smile with a happy grin.
"What time is it?" He says. "Uh around midnight" I answer back.
"Oh that's why I'm so tired." He says
"Ya well between that and wine" I say jokingly and all I get back is a glare. "Gez sorry!" I say throwing my hands up like I've been defeated.
"Your the reason I drank so much" he said also joking.
"I tend to have that affect on people. Between making them angry and sad and happy." I say back walking over to my dresser and pulling out a pair of pajama shorts and a pink tank top I brought from home to change into, for bed.
"If you'll excuse me I'm going to change. So I guess this is goodnight I say. Walking into the bathroom he moved out of. And shut the door to prepare myself for bed. I brush my teeth and hair and throw it into a loose braid. I change into my pajamas and hung my dress up on a hanger and hooking it on the back of the door.
When I walk back out I expect to see Maxon have left but only find him laying on my bed.
"Oh, why are you still here?" I ask questioningly
"Decided to stay tonight. Want to be with you love. Plus my dad usually gets me up early so I'll be still drunk or majorly hungover. And he cannot see me like that" he says. Which is true.
"Ok just for tonight, you better be good." I say jokingly
"Oh trust me it's going to be hard." He says back making me blush in the dark. I step into bed and roll over so my back is to him. He then grabs me by my waist and pulls me close and holds me tight against him. He then wishpers Into my ear.
"Why don't you sing me asleep"
I roll over to meet his eyes. "Why?" I say challenging him.
"Cause you were great on the report " he says winning me over.
"Ok what song.?" I ask
"Sing about me." He answers. Oh gosh.
"Uh well let me see...' I say raking my mind to put into words how I feel about him. He's beautiful. Is the first thing I think of-everything about him is. And he's really gonna be someone and everyone knows that. And I hope he will always love me. But if not stay beautiful. That's it! I thought coming up with it.
I start out literally whispering his song.
"Your beautiful, every little piece love,
And don't you know your really gonna be someone.
Ask anyone." He smiles at that part. And I continue on.
"And when you find everything you've looked for, I hope your love leads
You back to my door...but if it don't
Stay beautiful " I sing gently to him. Now his smile is huge across his face.
"Anymore?" He asks
"Maybe..." I say back teasingly.
"Well let's here it" and without a seconds pause I'm off singing softly to him again.
"you always find another way to be
The highlight of my day
I'm taking pictures in my mind
So I can save them for a rainy day
It's hard to make a conversation
When he's taking my breath away
I should say 'hey by the way'
Your beautiful every little piece love. And don't you know your really gonna be someone?"
I finish there for him
"That was amazing, thank you" he says before closing his eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep. Soon enough I am to.
"AMERICA wake up!" I hear Maxon scream.
"What?" I say frightened sitting up straight in my bed. Then I hear it, the rebel alarm going off in the background. Shit. There here.
Soon I'm off my bed tying my robe around me and Maxon grabs my arm and drags me down the hall.
And as expected he's trying to find a safe room.
Suddenly I'm pulled away from him and thrown to the floor.
I scream and I see it was a dirty rebel who threw me away from Maxon, who has now found a safe room.
The rebel then spins back to me and says "sleep tight Princess" before slamming something on my head. I hear Maxon scream bloody murder as I lay my head back and feel blood trickle down from where I was hit. The rebel had hit me just below my temple so I wasn't going fully unconscious, although I was seeing stars.
Suddenly I hear the clicking of somebody loading a gun. 'Oh no! He's not shooting Maxon' I thought. It takes all my strength to stand up but I manage too. My head is fuzzy and I'm very dizzy. I see the rebel has his back to me and has the gun pointed at Maxon, saying
"Go ahead hit me again you piece of Shit".
Maxon must of hit the rebel for hitting me. He sees me standing behind him and suddenly I have an idea... And I think Maxon knows exactly what it is. I slowly but steadily make my way up to the rebel, while Maxon makes sure the rebel keeps his back to me.
When I finally get close enough to wear I have to be, I kick my foot up slamming it hard where the sun don't shine. He's automatically on the ground quivering in pain, but that didn't stop him from taking his shot, but he missed terribly.
"Thanks America. Are you ok? And where the hell are the damn guards" he says to me.
"Ya, I'm fine and I know." I say back before we run down the hall to second nearest safe room since the one closed that Maxon had opened.
We eventually get to one and run in. Maxon pushes me in first jumping in right behind me.
"Well America, he did a number on your head," he says looking for a first aid kit.
"Yes I kinda figured," touching my forehead and feeling the swollen bump and the now dry blood.
"Ah here we go " he says finding one, and grabbing an old ratty towel and wetting it. He then walks over to me and lightly dabs my cut.
"I can do this myself" I say trying to take the towel.
"Uh I don't think so" he says pulling his arm back. "I'm taking care of you for once"
"Maxon" I whine
"Nope, just this once let me, ok?" He says
"Okay" I answer back
When he's done cleaning the cut he applies a medicine that makes it burn. I hiss in pain.
"Yes, I know it's going to sting at first, but by the morning it'll be nearly unnoticeable" he says trying to soothe me.
When he's done he walks over to me and sits next to me pulling me close to his chest.
'Im glad we finally made up' I think. We both eventually fall asleep and are awaken by a guard who found us.
"Oh thank god! He's here! He's ok" he shouts down the hall.
"What happened" Maxon asks
"Nothing big, mostly a raid. As if they are here for something, what we don't know, but there defintally looking for something. No one was killed, just a few guards were injured" the guard says.
"Oh weird, well I think I'm going to take Lady America back to her room" Maxon says leading me out and down the halls. We walk in silence for awhile and when we finally reach my room Maxon says
"Well that was a lovely night thank you my dear," he then kisses my hand, and even though I'm annoyed he called me 'his dear' I was too tired to say anything.
"Now go try and get some sleep, I'll see you later." He says walking away.
He defintally knew how to take my breath away. I let out a heavy sigh as I watch him walk down the hall. I spin to my door and open it with a wide smile. When I look up my smile instantly fades, when I see my room. I let out a horrified scream.
I feel a strong arm touch my shoulder. "America what in earth is wrong?" Josh says breathing heavily. I don't say a word and he looks up and notices what's wrong.
"Oh my god" is all he manages to get out.
Everything is covered in a deep red liquid. Everything in my room is destroyed and smashed in pieces. But the thing that scared me most was on one of the walls was written
'We're coming.'
A/n
Hi! Sorry I didn't post this sooner, today was Great Grandpas 102 birthday and I was with him and my family all day.
But anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter. I enjoyed reading all the sweet reviews sent my way! So thank you all who did one. It makes me so happy.
I'll try to have ch.6 up tomorrow!
Have a great night!
Bye!
~Brooke~
DISCLAIMER: all rights go to Kirea Cass for writing and owning the selection trilogy, and to Taylor Swift for writing and owning the songs I used.