What If The Elite Was Different? A Selection Story

Chapter Seven- Kriss POV

So I haven't updated in ages because I've been so busy, and this chapter will be short. Kriss was least willing to share her opinions, but I hope it turns out okay in the end. Enjoy!

I look at the healing welts across my palms, and press them gently, wincing as they sting. I remember the day I got them painfully, how Maxon was so kind. I think about how Aspen and I get along well, but I don't love him. And probably never will.

America and Maxon had danced for hours, staring at each other. In love. I knew the Selectipn was over, that he'll propose to her soon. So I started looking for other options, building a life. A guard was standing near me,  and we danced, talking a little. After the party ended I dragged him away, and took him into a different room. I told him loosely about my intentions, and then I kissed him. Stupid. So, so stupid.

Cameras burst through the unlocked door, capturing the moment. We broke apart and I ran, along the corridors and up to my room. I didn't know long if have, so I simply lay on my bed crying. About an hour later, guards came into my room, and siezed me. I was taken down to the dungeons with Aspen, and then Macon visited us.

He was so sweet, so kind, so generous. He told me that we are spared out lives, that we would caned, that we would be demoted to Eights. I cried again, and Maxon kept on saying how sorry he was. Then he went to talk to Aspen, and I knew that my life as I knew it would soon be over.

I sigh, touching my face lightly. If only I had waited until he'd actually proposed to kiss him. Then I'd still be a Three and Aslen would be a Two. So many things I did wrong, and now I'm sitting on the bed in our small room, waiting for Aspen to come back from a meeting with Maxon.

So nothing new really happened, apart from Maxon and Aspen in a meeting. The next chapter will be about what happened in that meeting, and I'll include some drama for you.

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