A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading my story! Sorry, I haven't updated in a while I got sick and since school started I've been really busy. I am going to have major surgery on Saturday, so I might not update for a while. PLEASE keep reading my story! Thanks!
Chapter 3: Projects and Peril
"What are you doing for your project?" Kriss asks. "Hello, America! HELLO?", "What?' I can't stop thinking about last night. "Oh umm… Italians..umm" I stammer out. Maxon walks in and though it is before noon I can tell he is exhausted. The Queen and the King aren't there, not that I expected them to be. "What's wrong with Maxon?", Kriss asks worried. " It was a really long night." I say looking at Maxon. When I look back all three girls are looking at me, even Celeste is stunned. "You guys were together all night?" Kriss asks her voice beginning to shake. "Oh, no! I was eating dinner with the three of them and after Queen Amberly tripped and hit the dresser." I lied. I saw the relief flood their faces. "She is okay though." I reassured them. Maxon not so discreetly looked at me and tugged his ear and I nodded. "Why did he do that?", some of the edge coming back into Kriss's voice. Now how was I going to explain this? "Umm.. that was just umm.. him telling me to well….. umm.. meet him later….. I guess." "Oh.", the disappoint was written all over her face.
"Now, America!", Maxon whispers loudly. The pain in his voice is evident, I ache for him. He hurries from the room, with me following in his wake. He leads us to a deserted stairwell, tears running down his cheeks. "My father left for New Asia this morning, my Mother has a mild concussion." He says the last part so quietly, it is almost inaudible. Maxon, I don't-" his lips collide with mine. His kisses become fierce, last night is nothing compared to this. Warmth courses through me, as I run my fingers through the tangled mess that is his hair. Maxon pushes me against the wall, his kisses even harder than before. His hands sink to my waist, and I finally stop him.
"Alright- Maxon- let's- stop- now." I manage to say between his kisses. "I'm sorry America. I just- We- You know so much now and you've helped me through it and I want you to marry me." His says it plain and simple, his eyes flooding with the passion he is holding in. Joy envelopes my heart, I look into his eyes and realize that I'm supposed to say something. I open my mouth to tell that I would marry him ten times over, when I realize there are 3 other girls not 100 feet away who for whatever reason also love him, or want him I should say. I also remember all the promises he made Halloween, only to tell me how he suddenly fell for Kriss, and that there is a guard in this place that I have known almost all my life, who also claims my heart.
"Maxon, I don't think that I can do that. You're very overwhelmed; you've got a lot on your plate. You should think this over more, talk to your mother. Ok?", "America, who do you think she's pulling for. I've thought about this long enough. Before I could answer the screaming began.