AMERICA, YOU CANNOT SUCK FACE WITH ONE GUY AND THEN SUCK FACE WITH ANOTHER GUY THAT YOU'RE "TOTALLY OVER." IT JUST DOESN'T - AND WON'T - WORK. Seriously! America's like the guy on Sister Wives when he can't decide which of his wives he wants to have a child with! Messed up. It was all good with Maxon and then BAM. Here comes Mr. Past Lover.
Don't even get me started with America's incessant crying!
America: Oh, Maxon! I can't decide between you and Aspen because I'm horribly indecisive, and therefore am incapable of making a decision because I CAN'T STOP WALLOWING IN MY SELF-PITY. I'm seriously so full of myself that it's really THE ONLY THING I can think about!
That's basically the gist of the middle part of The Elite. So damn irritating.
Oh, and when America finally makes a decision on who she wants to be with and something tragic happens BECAUSE OF HER to that person, she doesn't get him. Serves you right, bitch! Goodness, I have to calm down and remind myself that this is a fictional story. But then the ending had to come along and make everything happy and jovial. NO. OH MY GOSH, NO. America needs to become a hermit cat lady because that would make me very, very happy.
~ Does anyone agree with me, or am I that awkward 1%?