Rebel Attack

[frostedoverrose]

At breakfast, someone brought up America's 'date' with Prince Maxon. I wouldn't call it a date, considering dates aren't supposed to end with someone getting kneed in the groin. I had watched the entire thing from my balcony in my room. I had been feeling annoyed after breakfast yesterday and I glared at my wall for a while, which made me feel better.

Although I shouldn't be a hypocrite. One of my dates with my ex boyfriend, Haven, ended up with us getting in trouble with the police. Luckily no arrests were made, although my parents weren't to happy with me getting a public indecency ticket. It was my idea to go skinny dipping, but it wasn't my idea for Haven's best friend, Sage, to come along. I'm still not sure who called the police.

The procedure for checking if I was still a virgin afterwards was a blow to my pride and thoroughly humiliated me.

I was spared from going to deep in that memory when I heard what sounded like running and muffled shouting.

"To the back of the room, ladies!" the king shouted and I hauled my ass of my chair to go to the back of the room.

I watched the king pull a metal looking shade down as Maxon pulled another one down.

Guards ran into the room and pulled doors shut. The doors were bolted and barred.

"They're inside the walls, Majesty, but we're holding them back," a guard explained.

Oh, god, I thought, terrified. January. Is she here? What would happen if she is? My heart was beating rapidly at thought of my little sister being here.

America pushed her chair back and ran to a window, to pull a shade.

I needed to make sure, so I ran to another window. I looked out trying to see if I could spot the idiot lurking around, but I figured that I was taking to long at the window. I pulled down a shade and struggled to lock it.

"Don't be afraid, my dear," Maxon said as he helped me.

"Ah, why wouldn't I be?" I couldn't help but say. "I mean, rebels are attacking and I could get stoned to death. I would say that would be a hazard to my health."

Someone screamed and a chair scrapped. I looked over to see that America must've tripped over the chair and Maxon, thankfully, went to check on her.

"To the back of the room. Now!" Maxon ordered, giving me a look. I went to the corner of the room, where I got a few death glares. A girl named Tiny had fainted.

I couldn't worry about that, I was more worried over January. Was she a part of this? If the king and queen didn't execute her, if she was, I was going to kill January with my bare hands for this.

Eventually, Maxon came by. "How are you doing, my dear?"

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine, sweetness," I replied. "My health seems to be doing fine, since I haven't gotten stoned yet."

"You're used to it?" Maxon asked me, sounding curious.

"I had...participated in some rock throwing," I replied. "There was police officers, who were harassing some woman. I- I mean Edith got mad and...threw a rock at an officer. Hit him in the head. Started a giant fist fight in the street by a bunch of thoroughly pissed off bystanders. Edith ran home, scared, but I stayed to fight. I ended up as an Eight for a few weeks as a punishment. Never regretted it. Edith didn't regret starting that riot."

I didn't regret it. I just regretted that I ran home and hid, while Lizzie participated in it. Stupid corrupted police harassing a same-sex couple. Pissed me off. Terrified me on Lizzie's sake.

Maxon gave me a strange look. "Ah, yes. The Russian Police Officer Riots from three years ago. I remember hearing about them. A very brave person then." He moved on to talk to America.

Now what the hell did that even mean? I was taken out of those thoughts when I noticed Celeste, attempting to death glare me. I wondered if I could get away with making a rude gesture at her. I looked around and flipped her off. The look on her face was priceless, so Celeste settled for glaring at America. I couldn't help but smile.