One Of A Kind Maxon X Reader

22. The Eliminations

   "You're overreacting, Y/N. Stop it," I told myself. 

   As I opened the library doors, I heart faint crying noises. Curious, I headed towards it, and my eyes widened in shock.

   It was Celeste. She was curled up into a ball, her knees shaking.

   I stopped in front of her, causing her to look up.

   She immediately wiped her tears and frowned at me. "What are you doing here? What do you want?" she snapped.

   Unfazed, I crouched down next to her. "Why were you crying?" I asked gently.

   Celeste glared at me. "I wasn't crying. I just had something stuck in my eye, that'll all. Why do you care? Just go away!"

   She grabbed the nearest book and chucked it at me, but I caught it.

   "Dang, no need to be so violent," I stated, giving her a small smile. 

   Celeste scoffed and went back to her position.

   I frowned. "Hey, what's wrong? I know something's up," I said gently.

   Celeste sighed and looked up. "It's nothing, really. It's really silly, actually." She looked at me. "You can keep a secret, right?"

   "Of course."

   She looked around for a bit before looking back at me. "I don't have any feelings for Maxon," she explained, "I'm just here for the crown. I know it sounds selfish, but being a model isn't the perfect life everyone imagines it to be."

   I nodded, urging her to continue.

   "Once your perfect body is gone and you have wrinkles, your career is pretty much over. That means I probably have twenty years left-maximum. And after that, I'll be unemployed," she whispered, a few tears falling onto her dress.

   I sat down next to her and pulled her into an embrace. 

   And surprisingly, she hugged me back.

   "Thank you. I really needed that," she whispered.

Time Skip~

   "Miss! The prince has requested to see all of the Selected," Layla called, making me freeze.

   Oh no, I thought, straightening my evening dress one last time before nodding.

   "Where do I have to go?" I asked timidly.

   Layla looked over at Fawn and Evelyn before looking back at me. "In the dining hall, Miss. You're going to have dinner first," she explained.

   I smiled at her before walking out towards the dining hall. There were many other girls in the hall, but they all looked worried.

   I followed the crowd into the dining hall, and I could hear whispers all around me.

   "What if the Rebels did something?"

   "What if someone was killed?"

   "... What if someone is going to be eliminated?"

   I shook my head and tried to drown out everyone's voices.

   As we neared the dining hall, I saw the royal family. They looked sad.

   I sat down at my spot and began eating. I looked around and saw the other girls' worried faces which made me worried, too.

   All of a sudden, Maxon stood up. He looked to his father and nodded.

   "As all of you know, the Rebels have attacked us many times now, and I have decided that it is not safe for me to continue this any longer."

   A few murmurs were heard from the table.

   Tiny shook her head slowly. "No," she said softly, "he's not going to..."

   "These six girls will continue into the Selection," Maxon stated, making everyone gasped. He cleared his throat.

   "Celeste Newsome."

   "Marlee Tames." 

   "Elise Whisks."

   "Kriss Ambers."

   "Natalie Luca."

   I held my breath as tears blurred my gaze. Maxon glanced at me before looking back to everyone.

   "And Y/N L/N."

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