The One (fanfic)

Chapter One

Dress set perfectly? Check. Hair, amazing? Double Check. Confident and collected face? Triple Check. Yeah, I'm ready to go to breakfast. Usually, I don't make a big fuss over my appearance, but it's amazing what Southerners and a locked room can do. I've finally realized that Maxon means everything to me. This is the first time I've actually taken the Selection seriously. Ugh, the Selection has been a great experience and adventure, but there's no telling when it will end.

As I make it to the table and sit next to Kriss, I try to make a script in my head of what to say. The King and I haven't exactly seen eye to eye on anything. Choosing my words carefully is essential.

Maxon makes eye contact with me, smiles, and tugs his ear. I return both a smile and a tug on my ear. My next destination after breakfast was the gardens.

"Ladies, as you probably know, Natalie has dropped out of the Selection. That leaves us three girls away from the bride of my son, and your future queen. May the best girl win," lectured King Clarkson.

I thought about my competition: Kriss, Celeste, and Elise.

Kriss has been really nice to me, from the start. After Marlee's incident, she's become my BSF (Best Selection Friend). According to Maxon if I fail him, she'll be his best alternative. Even as my biggest competition, I couldn't ruin her.

Celeste, on the other hand, is a whole different story. She's been acting like bitch, the second we met. She's even manipulated King Clarkson. Maxon is fully aware of her "issues" and does the same thing she does to him. Use her.

Elise has been kept because of her ties with New Asia. King Clarkson says she helped during his and Maxon's trip to New Asia. I disagree because the trip was a blow because they landed in a rural area, instead of the city.

Everyone kept quiet during breakfast. The girls, like me, were probably doing mental opponent note-taking. As the last tart my stomach could hold, I excused myself from the table. Before the gardens, I made a quick stop at my room.

Unfortunately my ex, Aspen Leger, was made my guard because I don't keep my maids with me at night. Aspen still won't give up on me. He's the reason it took so long for me to properly fall for Maxon.

Before Aspen managed to say anything, I warned him not to talk to me.

"Look Aspen, we're not getting back to together anytime soon. In case you haven't noticed yet, I'm in the Selection. And I'm in it to win it. Move on," I paused and bit my lip. "Please."

"Mer...I," he started.

It was too late. I was already halfway to the gardens. Maxon beat me there. He was looking at roses. When he noticed I came, he picked a rose that matched my sea blue dress and place it in my hair.

"You look stunning, my dear," he complemented.

"What did I tell you about calling me 'my dear'?" I joked.

"How do you feel about my sweet?

I gagged, "Even sappier."

"Let's keep it America for now, shall we," he replied laughing.

"So why'd you call me?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"I wanted to see you."

"Looked at me during breakfast."

"Did I forget to mention talk and kiss?"

With that, he bent over and kissed me. I've got to give Maxon credit, his kissing has improved since his first kiss (with me). Kissing Aspen was a lot different that kissing Maxon. After two years of kissing Aspen, it seems normal, like yeah, whatever. Kissing Maxon is like reliving Cinderella. The magic never gets old.

We stood there just kissing, and nothing else mattered. Not the bee on my hand. Not the royal family and Selectionists staring at us. Not...Wait, wait? I pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Maxon asked.

"Maxon, you should probably turn around," I said slowly.

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Okay, so this is the start of my new fan-fic. The One: third and last book of the Selecton. Oh, and just making sure you understand that these characters and the setting belong to Kiera Cass (she's a genius). Hope you like my version :) Oh and tell me if any information isn't accurate. Accuracy would make the story more understandable and realistic (in the Selection world). ~Mariahkeepscool