Fun in France- a Selection Story

Chapter Seven- Maxon's POV

I decided to visit the girls by the pool, excited to see America again. I haven't doesn't much time with her since arriving in Paris; Daphne has been clinging onto me like a leech. It's weird, considering that at my nineteenth birthday party she said that she hoped never to see my face again...

Daphne wiped away the tears from her eyes, which were focused on a random part of the carpet. I was still in shock. How could she love me? We barely saw each other more than twice a year, and lived our relationship through scattered visits and sporadic phone calls. I'd never have dreamed it would amount to love. I sighed. 

She turned to me, her dark blue irises angry. "Does this not bother you, Maxon?" she demanded.  

"Of course it bothers me," I replied.

Daphne hugged herself. "But not for the same reason  it bothers me." Another tear rolled down her cheek, and I stepped forwards to wipe it away. "Don't you dare, Maxon Schreave."

I frowned. "Look, I'm sorry, but just because I don't love you-"

"Exactly." She took a deep breath. "I hope to God I never see your traitor of a face again."

Fear clutched at my heart. I didn't want to lose my best friend, perhaps my only friend. Not when I'm about to go through the most difficult part of my life: the Selection. "Daphne, please!"

She started to walk away, then turned back, expression icy. "I wish you luck. You're going to need it."

Then my confidante, companion, friend, marched out of the door. And out of my life.

I shook my head at the memory. That was three months ago, but Daphne was acting like it had never happened, and she now has a fiancé. I sighed, nodding at the guards posted outside the doors that led to the pool. A lilting French accent wafted into my ears. 

"I vas in love, once," she said. "Vith your prince."

I turned the corner and saw America choking on some pool water, Kriss looking hurt, and Celeste peering over her magazine, eyebrows raised.

Elise, surprisingly, is the first to speak. "What? You were with Prince Maxon?"

Daphne nodded, a shy smile on her face. "We've known each other our whole lives. But our love was not to be. The Selection got in our way, but you've seen us while in France- inseparable."

America swam to the side of the pool, pulling herself out smoothly. "Sorry, I've just remembered..." she mumbled, grabbing a snowy white towel and her cover up. 

I ducked back behind the wall as she ran past me, oblivious as the first years fall from her beautiful blue eyes. Kriss and Elise follow suite, with Celeste trailing behind, not one of them noticing me in the shadows.

Daphne was left alone by the pool, and she laughed sardonically. "Too easy," she murmured, and I stepped back round the corner to confront her.

How dare she. But Daphne was about to get her just desserts.

Dun dun dunnn! Drama... I don't like Daphne, do you? I always had a feeling after reading the Prince that she'd come back to haunt Maxon in the One.

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