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Disclaimer: The Selection belongs to Kiera Cass
"I'm going to miss this place," I sighed, zipping up my suitcase. Eadlyn rolled her eyes.
"America, we're coming back next year, don't worry."
If only it was that simple. I would probably be in Honduragua or Panama, saving the mayor's daughter.
"I know..."
"GUYS! HURRY UP! THE LIMO'S WAITING!"
Eadlyn and I exited the room, shutting the door behind us. "So America, whatcha doing tomorrow night?" she asked, playfully bumping my arm with her elbow.
"Meh...I might go to the pool or the-"
"Don't tell me you forgot!?" She gasped, grabbing my arm in a firm grip.
"Forgot what? Oh...that's right!"
"Oh thank God! I thought you forgot!" She sighed, dramatically.
"We have an art assignment, have you finished yours? I'm a bit confused over question 13-"
"AMERICA! NOT THAT YOU DUMBNUT!"
I was absolutely confused, what was this woman going on about? I scratched my neck and shrugged.
"Remember? Obviously not...you have a date with my brother!"
Ohhhhhhhh...wait. Oh, crap. I did a mental face palm.
"I completely forgot!"
"Well duh! Did he say where he was taking you?"
I shook my head, "It really does not matter!"
Eadlyn started to protest and I cut her off, "can we not do this now?"
She huffed and crossed her arms. I smiled gratefully, "thanks."
"There you are! Come on! We're leaving in a minute," Marlee bounced over to us, her pink handbag swinging dangerously. She dragged us over to the black limo and tossed our bags into the back.
"Really guys? Couldn't you have chosen something less...ostentatious?"
"This is fine," Aspen sighed, I noticed how close he and Lucy were sitting.
Carter signaled for the driver to start going. I rested my head against the window and watched as the beach whizzed by.
"Hey America, doing anything fancy tomorrow night?" Eikko's voice broke through the silence. Every head turned towards me and I frowned.
"Shut it," I snapped, watching a red tinge stained Maxon's cheek. Everybody erupted in laughter and I sighed. This was going to be one long car ride.
...
The next day, classes seemed to be going by in a flash. I kept an eye out for any suspicious activity. Scanning the gymnasium, I noticed that Damon Port seemed a bit flustered.
Every time the teacher questioned him, he would start stammering and look around. As soon as the bell rang, he shot off like a bullet.
Weird.
Once I finished shoving everything into my duffel bag, I whipped out my phone and called Georgia.
"Hello? This Georgia Whitaker speaking."
"Hey, this is America."
"America, what can I do for you?"
"Do you have access to the school's security camera?"
"I have access to everything."
"Could you locate Damon Port?"
I heard a few clicking noises and the phone rustling as she adjusted it.
"Ok...Damon Port...where is he...Ah!...he's in the North Tower."
"Thank you so much."
"It's ok sweetie, is there anything else?"
"Yeah, could you stay on the line and inform me if he moves?"
"Sure thing honey bun."
"Cool beans, I'm just going to pause the call for a minute to find the quickest tunnel to the Tower."
"No need, there should be a painting of some hideous flowers next to you."
After a couple more instructions were thrown through the line, I ended up in the North Tower. The North Tower was freeeeeeeaaaaaaaaky.
Crumbling bricks, twisted vines, graffiti...
What on earth was a guy like Damon Port doing here?
"Georgia? Can you do a background check on Damon?" I asked, lightly tracing my finger on a dusty tapestry.
"Hmmmm...bingo! Damon Schreave is the son of late Justin Port-"
"Late as in dead?"
"You bet, ok...dating Grace Lowell...mother; Bethany Port...I don't really...wait a minute..."
"What is it?"
"It seems like our little friend has a history of theft, bullying, and assault," Georgia tutted.
"Okay, I'm going to label him as a suspect. I'll check his room tomorrow," I noted, "speaking of rooms, we need to install security in Maxon's room."
"Done, I'll talk to later honey; I've got the President of Paloma at the door."
"Alright, bye."
Hanging up, I surveyed the premises once more before heading back to my room.
"OMG! America! Where. Have. You. Been?" Marlee shrieked, grabbing my shoulders.
"Ummm...I was somewhere..."
"That's not important! We've got to get you ready for your date!"
I checked my phone and grimaced. Had it really been that long?
"Ha. Ha. Whoops! I forgot to check the time," I shrugged.
"Who cares! Let's start," Eadlyn snapped, her tone leaving no room for discussion.
The two of them shoved me into their room and pushed me down onto a plush chair.
"What's going on? I don't need to get ready, I just need to pop into some jeans and a jacket!" I quirked an eyebrow at the mountain of makeup in front of me, "honestly, you guys could rebuild the Great Wall of China with the amount of products you have."
"Very funny America. I-we spoke to Maxon after class about where he was taking you and-"
"Can you tell me?"
"No. Anyways," I pouted and they smirked, "He is definitely not taking you to a dog park, no way on Earth. But...he is taking you somewhere fancy-"
"Damn it!" I cursed, it better not be somewhere super expensive.
"Somewhere amazing, which means that you have to wear a dress."
"I don't have a dress."
"You do now." A huge, heavy bag was thrown onto my lap and I winced at the thought of having to wear a DRESS. I mean, I liked dresses...but they were too uncomfortable to fight in and a pain to hide weapons in.
Marlee hustled into the shower and ordered me to get changed. Unzipping the bag, I gasped at the beautiful outfit. It was a slim, midnight blue dress with a trail of diamonds starting at the shoulder strap and reaching down to the waist.
"It's gorgeous! Where did you get it?"
"Let's just say, I have connections," Eadlyn grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet. After I slipped into the silky garment, Marlee and Eadlyn began to work on my hair, nails, and accessories.
They curled my fiery red hair and twisted it into a loose bun. My nails were buffed and polished, my neck adorned with jewels and my facial features enhanced with small amounts of makeup. The end result made me feel like a totally different person.
"Thank you guys!" I squealed. Yes. SQUEALED. We were all smiling like mad fools and squealing like there was no tomorrow.
As soon as they started to pack up the mess, I slipped into the toilet and snuck a few weapons under my leg strap. Checking myself in the mirror one last time, I exited the toilet and helped my friends with the clean up.
Five minutes later, a knock sounded on the door and we sucked in our breaths. Show time.
Ooh la la! America's wearing a dress. So, I've been thinking (yes, I do think) that we should have a fun little competition. Okay, whoever writes the longest, funniest and most creative review about Maxon and America's relationship will get an entire 3000 word update dedicated to them. Let the games begin! May the odds be ever in you favor.
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