Completed: What if America didn't find out about her father passing until the morning? What if Maxon didn't hear that crash in the hallway the night before the choosing? What if the rebel attack never happened and Maxon made a mistake?
Maxon Choose...
America's POV: I wake up with a headache. Last night I drank a little too much. I reach over to my night stand and open the drawer. I have pain killers and headache pills in there because this happens a lot. I have them all over the house. Not to mention for when I'm on my period. I have a water bottle too so I drink it with my pill. I grab my phone, just to my luck it's dead. I huff and plug it in to charge. I just sit on my bed. I let my thoughts run wild. Two nights ago I cried on stage. It became a scandal, as usual. The question everyone is asking; who did I cry about or why. Many people think it's about Zack. Others think about the prince. Neither are wrong. I'm broken and I always will be. Loosing him was awful. Part of me wishes I could go back in time and completely ignore Aspen, explain some other time. Or simply not hug him. But I know I cant. That is what I did so I must live with the consequences. I can feel that my hair is a mess. I know that I have hair ties on my wrist. I look down and grab one. As I do, I can feel the scars from when I cut myself. I put my hair in a ponytail and look back down at my wrist. Scars on top of scars. So many. Large and small. I feel the need to touch them. So I do. Theses will always be on my wrist. A reminder of how broken I am. What I did to ruin my life. The person I became. I'm better now, not perfect but better. Thanks to Zack. Zack came into my life. He helped me for the better. We're both in this industry. He's a rapper. One day, at a red carpet we talked. We continued to see each other at events. At one gala when we were talking he said that I'm very friendly and he'd like to get to know me better. I agreed and we exchanged numbers. We went out for lunch and such. Eventually I began feeling something for him. When he asked me to be his girl friend I said yes. I was happy. Having been rejected by the Prince didn't hurt as much. But I still had/have something in me that won't let go. It's wasn't good for me or him so I had to end things. That was only 2 weeks ago. In New York. Celeste and I were also doing some dance rehearsals. I'm not going to lie. It hurts. I miss Zack. And I miss him. The worst part is that I get asked over and over again about them. All. The. Time. Talking about Zack doesn't hurts as much. Since we ended things on good terms and were still "friends". But talking about him hurts so much. I recently did a magazine interview and thankfully they didn't ask to much about him. Mostly Zack. One reason I hate talking about him is because I usually have to lie. I say that we weren't in love. We were. I know we were. As much as he hates me now, and I know he loves Kriss now, and I'm hurt, I know that at some point he did love me. He did, I know it. So I hurts to say things like 'We had a good relationship but I wouldn't call it love' or 'We weren't in love we just got along' and 'Kriss and him are so in love, they always were'. It's awful. He may love her now but he loved me before. Before I realize it, I'm crying. Thankfully the pain killers are kicking in and the buzz in my head is going away. I wipe my tears and begin to make my way down stairs. It's currently 11:24am. I have to go to the stage I'm performing at this Saturday and begin getting things ready. Then on Friday in the afternoon I have a dress rehearsal and another one Saturday morning. I walk into the kitchen and see my top and shoes thrown. That's when I realize I'm not wearing a top. I shrug it off, I'm in my home no one will see. Unless Celeste is home but I don't think she is. On the counter I see 2 bottles of liquor. One is completely empty and the other is half empty. Great. I also see a sticky note on the counter.
Good morning Ames! I bet your loving that hangover, take care , I'm getting some measurements done for a modeling gig that's coming up, anyways I'll see you in a few hours, - Celeste
Okay looks like I have the house to myself. I made some quick toast with Nutella. When I finish eating it I go upstairs and get dressed. I have so much clothes it's overwhelming at times. I want to be comfortable since I'll most likely be very active. I decide on white-ish lulus and a cropped grey champion sweatshirt. Then my gold adidas. For hair I simply twist two pieces and tie them so it looks like I did something. I look at my face and it's a little red and I have black eyes so I put some concealer on and then mascara. With that I'm done.
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I lightly run down the stairs. By the time I reach the bottom I feel light headed. That's strange, it was just a short jog. I shake my head, I'm about to drive and I need to be focused. I grab my keys and hydro flask, which is filled with water this time, and head out the door. I get in the car put my seat belt on, fix my mirrors, and turn on the car. As I begin backing out of the driveway I realize I forgot my bag. I get out of the car while it's still on park and run inside. I grab my bag and get back in the car. I feel like I'm going to throw up. Maybe toast wasn't the best idea. I drink some water. Then I'm off to work. ~~~~~~~~~ 2 hours later ~~~~~~~~~ I've finish setting up my dressing room, helped set up the sound system, made sure the soundtrack was right, and checked my outfits. Now I'm going to refill my hydro flask at the water fountain. I reach the fountain and to my luck it's out of order. Great, this day gets better and better. I make my way to the 2nd closest one. As I'm turning the corner to get to the fountain I stop when I hear voices. "Yeah! I heard that Princess Kriss was pregnant too!" "Ahhh! Can't you just imagine a baby Prince or Princess! How cute!" "Oh my god, yes! Especially with Prince Maxon as the father, he's so hot!" I feel my stomach turn "I know! I wonder what's he's like in person!?" "Right! America is SO lucky to have literally dated the prince!" "We should ask her about him!" What. Kriss, pregnant? What. Since when. I hadn't heard anything about that until now. It's not too weird though I avoid royal family news as much as possible. But pregnant?! No. This can't be. I don't know why I care so much. But I do. Kriss being pregnant isn't impossible. He loves her. So Im sure they've done it. But ugh. I hate that thought. Yes I did have sex with Zack but the thought of him having sex with Kriss....... I hate it. So much. And the thought that she might be pregnant, with his child. I can't stand it. I remember when I thought I was pregnant. Back in January. I felt like I was going to throw up or pass out. I also felt dizzy. Those are some of the most common pregnancy symptoms and I had them. Oh how I longed to be the mother of his child. He could easily get someone pregnant because he's that good. Especially being married. But no, no, no, no! Kriss can't be pregnant. She can't! Ah! I feel like I'm going to pass out, throw up, die!! I see the room starting to turn. I turn and run. I run into the bathroom and empty my stomach. I'm crying. When I started crying, I don't know. When I've spilled all my guts into the toilet I flush. And lean my head against the wall. This can't be happening. It can't. I need to let go. I know I do. He doesn't love me anymore. I fucked it up. But I can't let go. I let my tears fall a little while longer. Kriss can't be pregnant. She can't. He can't be a dad. Not yet. There can't be a new Schreave. There can't. I refuse to believe it. I stand up and wash my hands, then rinse my mouth. I need to go home. I go grab my bag and say my goodbyes. Once I get back home I go to my room shut the door and cry.
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