Fate Has Other Plans { A SELECTION WHAT IF} ✅

Chapter 1: It all fell apart.

MAXON

      I was sure about my desicion. I think. I just didn't have an explanation for what America did. I told her everything. Even about what my father did. I told that girl, yet sitting here at this table now, my own mother doesn't know. After all that, she didn't tell me that the guard I trusted to be by her side, she had a relationship with.
       I was done with this. Over all 35 girls, I trusted her the most. I can't trust her ever again. She violated it long ago, but I couldn't find the peice of me that would let her go. My patience was lost.
      My desicion was final. She would be out of my life forever, that obnoxious, untrustworthy,deceitful, adorable- oh shut up mind. I scan the room for any indication of the time, and then- she was staring at that guard.
        "Trying to arrange a time to meet later?" I say, with as much resent I can bare to put in my tone.
       Her head whips around in surprise. I'm surprised I'm talking to you too,  I think.
       "No, of course not!" She says, acting like I care. This was infuriating.
       "It's not like it matters. Kriss's family will be here this afternoon for a small celebration, and yours will be here to take you home. They don't like for the last loser to be alone. She tends to get dramatic." I spit back, hinting at her 'tendency' to act rash when she is mad.
       America doesn't say a word. Good. I send as much hatred as possible through my eyes.
      "You can keep that house if you want. It's been payed for. I'd like my letters back though." Those stupid letters. Right. I should burn them.
     "I read them." She whispers, as if I care what she did with them. "I loved them."
     A part of me shatters, before I pull myself back quickly. That lying witch. She never loved anything here.
     "Don't know what I was thinking." I really didn't. I was ignorant then. I knew nothing about what was going on right before my eyes.
       She started to break down. Ugh, I think, not now. "Please don't do this. Please. I love you." Ha! Lies. You came here for money. I know this for a fact, America. I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. Or cry.
      "Don't.You.Dare." I seeth, not taking this nonsense. A tear leaked down her face. All fake, I tell myself. All fake. "You put on a smile, and you wear it to the last second."
      With a hard blink, a she manages a pathetic smile.
     "That'll do. Don't let it slip until you leave the room." With as much hate as I can muster, I spit out, "I'll be glad when you're gone." I think I mean it. With a new confidence, I throw on a smile and turn to Kriss, making small talk. Nothing much. But she knew. I hoped she wouldn't be friends with America after this. How I would hate it if she was at our wedding.
    Before I know it, my father taps me on the shoulder. It's time. Here goes nothing... isn't that statement overused? It's not nothing. It's my life. My love. Illéa's future.
      "Attention please!" I yell out, scaring America to death along with the chatting crowd. Kriss seemed calm. Estatic, but calm.
      "It is time to announce Illéa's future princess..." The crowd breaks into applaude.
      With a wave of my hand, they are silenced.
     My heart beats faster.
     I think it stopped.
     Here we go.
     "Lady Kriss Ambers."

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Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes! I can't really edit right now. Thanks for reading!