Rebecca Ch 13

Au Note: Classy Swimmer, I'm secretly Keira Cass secretly leaking the book to see what the readers think of it. Jk, seems legit though right? Yeah, no? Sorry. Why do I even try?

So, today class, we will learn about the wondrous world of girls and boys and the secret that is love. Applause is welcome at this moment. Okay, thanks but, enough.

Today, is the Report since I missed it about six chapters ago, oops. Don't shoot me, I was busy with….*looks up something* Maxon calling America Mer and, oh yeah, the little thing of letting Rebecca know that Maxon was getting abused. Nothing big right?

Without further ado (mostly because I don't know where this AU Note is going) Rebecca Ch 13.

After leaving Elise, I decided to give Gavril a little call, something Sam was very excited about because he finally got his new, untraceable, mega awesome phone. His words not mine. He dialed the number and gave it to me as it started ringing.

Gavril picked up almost right away, "Sam! How ya doin'. How's our princess pauper doing?"

"Uh, wait, you all call me your princess pauper?" I said, speaking into the phone but looking at Sam.

Identical "uhhhhhhh"s came from bot h the other end and from the room, "Never mind that," Gavril said, "What do you need"

"Oh no Gavril, it's what you can do for yourself," after telling Gavril the plan I hung up, turning to Sam to give him back his handy-dandy phone.

"Um…Look Bec, I've been meaning to talk to you… I'm sorry about…you know."

I raised my eyebrow at him, "What? The kiss? I wasn't complaining, was I?"

"Well, no, but…you didn't exactly seem pleased."

"I wasn't pleased with anything besides the kiss. I had found out that the king was none too happy with my best friend, her life has been turned around in less than four months, I knew that Gregory Illea, the founder of our country, wasn't the hero he's played out as, and that the prince and future king of my home was being tortured and abused by a whip in the hands of his own father. Not to mention that I was knowingly betraying my friend and I couldn't help her even though I knew the boy she loved was hurt. Plus, I didn't get to go to a palace party when I had spent the whole night before planning."

Sam looked at me for a second before stepping closer, very close, "And, now that you are helping her be able to love that boy? Now that you'll expose his father so that he will never be able to touch him? Now that you'll help her put her life together and show everyone the screw-up Gregory Illea was. Now that you know your home is in good hands?"

I shrugged, "I wouldn't mind a do over."

He leaned in even closer, so that his lips were just barely ghosting over mine, "I didn't think you would."

Then, he came even closer and…

"You look happy," America said, grinning as I came out on the balcony where she was leaning against the railing. She was all dolled-up for the Report tonight, a dark royal blue mermaid dress made her eyes pop. Or maybe it was the makeup that made them sparkle like that? Both? Who cared? Her hair, surprisingly, was loose in soft curls that framed her face.

I shrugged, "It's a little chilly out here, don't you think? You don't even have sleeves."

"Yeah, I still like it out here though. Reminds me of my first kiss with Maxon."
"Really? I don't think I've ever heard that story."

"No, you haven't. Some things are private you know. I haven't even told my sister that story, although she has been asking for that story."

"So, I guess I shouldn't ask then?"

She shook her head smiling, "No, but he was amazing. By the way, how's Sam these days?"

Oh God, she knew, didn't she? "He's good. A little sore, but the doctors said that would pass in a couple days. They let him out of the hospital."

"I know, I went to go check on my boys that are still in there. The nurse said a very happy with a very 'in love' look on her face helped him out of the infirmary today. I thought to myself, "Gee, I wonder who that could be." Then, after going through the list I decided that the best option was you. Then, you come in here looking like I do after I've had a nice big slice of cake."

"With a little Maxon on the side?"

"Who said anything about my side dish being little?"

We both laugher, getting up off the railing and starting to walk towards where the Report would be filmed, "He's good. We're both really good."

America wrapped her arm around my shoulders and smiled at me like a big sister who was immensely proud of her little sister, "I'm glad. You deserve to be happy. So does Sam."

After a couple minutes of silence I finally got up the courage to ask my question, "What about you? Do you think you deserve to be happy?"

She suddenly seemed very interested in her hands, "Not everyone gets their fairy tale ending. Sometimes they just get a little time with it. I'll keep living my fairy tale until I can't anymore. I'm okay with that. I think."

She entered the Report room after giving me a hug and telling me that the only order I was allowed to follow for the rest of the day was to spend the remainder of the day with Sam. An order I was happy to carry out.

I went back to the room to see that Sam had already made popcorn and was sitting back to watch the show, "Hey."

He smiled at me, extending his arm so I could sit down next to him and put my head on his chest, "Ready to watch America kick these questions right out of the water?"

"You bet I am."

The Report started witha report (go figure) about the recent attacks on the palace. However they didn't tell how many were killed, injured, how many people we had almost lost, "Are you kidding me? That's it. You lost your friends and you got hurt along with all those other guards America helped and they don't even acknowledge that?"

"Hey, easy. It's okay. Everything's fine. We're okay."

"I'd like to-"

"You're not shoving anything up their rear-ends."

"Why not?"

"Because if I know you, it will be the popcorn bowl and I'm still eating it."

Gavril took the stage before I could say anything else. HE introduced what they would be doing today, which was putting Maxon and a girl together and seeing what they knew about each other using surveys that had been passed out at the Selection's start. As Elise predicted all three of them: Elise, Kriss, and Celeste, got most of the questions wrong.

Then, America took the stage.

"Alright America. Your turn, are you ready?"

"Yes," she said, sitting down next to Maxon. She turned to him saying, "'Sup?"

Maxon laughed, the first real, genuine laugh he had let out that evening, "Hey, Mer."

Gavril smiled at them, "Okay America, what is Prince MAxon's favorite color?"

"Red. He likes playing with my hair."

"Correct. What his favorite food?"

"Anything that gives him an excuse to use his hands to eat because he hates utensils."

"Correct. Favorite animal?"

"Lion because they're so majestic. Although I think it's because one male usually has about four females that he doesn't have to share."

"Funny and correct."

"Double whammy."

"What about you, Maxon? Can you answer those questions for her?"

"Blue, you can tell because she wears it a lot. Any type of food is good for her as long as it's edible. Dolphin, they're smart, but hey still go with what makes them and the other animals around them happy."

"Wow, I never knew you were listening when I told you those things," America said.

"Your voice is hard to tune out even if I tried." Maxon said.

"Oh yeah? Birthday?"
"February 24th."

"Order my siblings in order oldest to youngest."

"Kota, although you don't like him anymore, Kenna, pregnant with your first niece or nephew aw, you, the cutest, May, the awesome, and Gerad, the bug and stink expert that put the head guard of your town in a mental institute because of the stench he concocted as a prank."

"Tell them something they don't know about me."

He raised her hand that had her bracelet of buttons on it, "These are from guards you've helped."

"Bravo, you win."

"Whoa, I win? That never happen/"