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Chapter 2- The Proposal *hint hint*

I was crying in the gardens. I never cry, ever. I, America Singer, never cried when we were starving, or when the rebels attack, but what I just witnessed crushed me; and my heart.

It was Friday, so the Report was tonight. The Selection was down to the last 2 people, Kriss and I. Maxon was going to propose to either Kriss or I at any moment. Gavril gave us a lot of questions about us, and about what we would do if we win. The audience can influence the King and Queen's judgment, so I did want to say my honest opinion. I thought it I did well. But I guess I was wrong…

I was walking back to my room. Maxon was going to visit me tonight. He said he had something special for our date. I was going to open my door when I heard Maxon talking to someone.

"You have to go." I heard a high pitched giggle.

"But you don't what me to go." I was Kriss. Why is she in my room? I barged in and find the worst sight I have ever seen. It was Maxon. And Kriss. Maxon was on top of Kriss. On my bed, my bed. Kissing. I thought Maxon loved me. I guess I was wrong.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" I yelled. Maxon got up quickly as Kriss smirked.

"America, it's not what it looks like. I-"

"WHAT IS IT SUPPOSE TO LOOK LIKE? YOU WERE GOING TO BREAK THE RULES! WITH KRISS! ON MY BED OF ALL PLACES! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME BUT I GUESS YOU ARE JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER GUY OUT THERE!" I ran out of my room, ran through the palace until I reached the doors. I opened them and ran towards the gardens. I was running so fast tripped on my high heel shoes, scraping my knees on my way down. I didn't care. I just stayed there, crying. And that brings us to now.

I knew this was all a joke. I am just average, actually below average since I am a Five. Guys always go for the prettier, skinnier, smarter girl. Kriss would make a better Queen than I ever would be. I just wish, for once, someone would pick me. First Aspen, now Maxon have betrayed me. I. Was. Done.

"America! America!" Oh great. I don't want to see Maxon right now. I get up and see him running towards me. I don't want to deal with him. I run to the grass but I don't get too far. Maxon is a faster runner than I thought. He tackles me to the ground. I hit him to try to get away but he pins my hands above my head. He straddles me so he can look at my face.

"America Singer! Listen!" He was about to begin his explanation but I don't care. I start to scream.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP! AHHHHHHHH!" I start fidgeting and screaming more but he stops my screams by kissing me. Hard. Insatiately, I stop screaming and moving as his warmth engulfs me. He keeps on kissing me until I respond. I always feel special when he kisses me like I am his girl, forever; even if he was a jackass. He breaks the kiss.

"America Singer, you listen to me now. I was done with the Report so I was waiting in your room. Kriss came in and tackled me on the bed and started kissing me. She kept on saying that I should choose her instead of you. I tried to get her off of me but she pulled me on top right as you came in. I would never betray you, ever. I love you, and only you. I have loved you for so long. That something special is this." His hand goes into his pocket and brings out a tiny box. "America Singer. I love you soo much, that you have no idea. You are the most stubborn, considerate, heartfelt, passionate, beautiful woman I have ever met. Would you do me the honors of ending this stupid Selection, and being my wife?" I see that he is holding the most angelic ring I have ever seen. I start crying again. He lets me sit up, still straddling me. He slowly puts on the ring on my left hand. I watch him put it on my finger. He tilts my head up and I stare into his eyes. I slowly nod and whisper yes.

"Yes." Maxon smiles and I smile back. He pushes me back on the grass and kisses me again. I pour all of my emotion into the kiss, as does he. I cup his face in my hands as he pulls me closer. I am so happy right now. I am on cloud 9, and I guarantee he is right there with me. I pull away first.

"I love you Maxon Schreave"

"I love you, America Schreave." This time, I kiss him first, as two lovebirds ready to be married.

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