So here's the sequal to Another World For Beautiful, I hope ya'll like it and please review!
Chapter 1
Bittersweet December
I started to slice the tomatoes. I was cooking dinner. Yes, over the past couple of months, I had learned to cook. But my education was limited to pasta and carb loaded foods, seeing as that's all I would ever need. I didn't have to worry about training anymore, I was free to be fat. Having that big knife in my hand felt so familiar, so natural, so... Right. Impulsively, I picked it up and positioned it, preparing to throw it. I was about to throw it at the door when it opened abruptly. I didn't even think to hide the knife.
"Clove! Why the hell are you pointing a knife at me!?" Sam yelled, walking in. As she came in, she proceeded to let in several flurries of snow.
"Close the door goddammit it's cold!" I lowered the knife.
"I've got you your lemon juice" she held up the bottle. "I don't understand why you still insist on lemon juice on your pasta. If you put red sauce on it, it's already acidic enough."
"Because, dear Sam" I pointed the knife back at her, "I live on the edge"
"The hell you do" she pushed the knife away. "When's dinner gonna be ready? I'm hungry" she sat down on the plush couch, placing her hands behind her head.
"Patience young grasshopper" I joked.
The past few months with Sam had been great. She had kept me sane the whole time, not without the occasional nightmares. But having her around was such a relief. I'd like to believe that having her around was just enough, but I still needed a male figure to be around; to confide in. And I had one. You'll meet him soon enough.
"Clove?" I heard three hard knocks on the door. I ran to Sam and helped her get up, pushing her through the hallways.
"Why are you even dating that bastard, he's just a no good son of a-" she started to say as I pushed her in the closet.
"Shove it. I'll make sure he doesn't stay too late, but be quiet until then. Here." I tossed her one of the Capitol gadgets Herb had sent me. "Keep yourself entertained" she looked at the gadget with the expression of oh, shiny.
"Clove!" He shouted again.
"I'm coming, calm down!" I opened the door. And there he stood; my newest boyfriend. His name was Ashton Simmons. He was 6'0" and tan for a resident of District two. But on that day his cheeks and nose were rosy red from being outside, and his buff arms had goosebumps all down them. He pushed past me and into the house. "Why don't you ever wear a jacket?" I asked, closing the door.
"I'm too hot to wear a jacket" modest, that was something he wasn't. He picked up the lid from one of the pots. "What's for dinner?"
"Pasta"
"When are ya gonna learn to cook something else?" I pushed past him to the pot so I could stir it.
"When I get tired of it" he yanked my hair and pulled me close, making sure I heard his words.
"Dot talk to me like hat, little bitch" he dropped me on the ground and in the process, spilled the boiling pot of water on me.
People always say you'll end up marrying someone like your father. I never thought I'd be lonely enough to believe them.
I know it was short but it packs a lot of info so PLEASE REVIEW and if you don't understand who Sam is, see the first story Another World For beautiful