/!\ Please read
AN :
- Let me apologize once again for the soccer game because it totally sucked, haha (it makes me laugh so much it's badly written.)
- Thank you guys so much for your reviews. Well, well well... sounds like someone found the stalker. YEAH. But I won't say who. But it's nice to see you guys are trying to guess who it could be. Anyway, the stalker is not acting alone. Don't scream or kill me (or both), just wait for the revelation that will come some day and you'll see. You had the answer from the two first chapters. ;) Some of you have really good ideas though. Ok let's make it official. There are two stalkers. Considering making a third one less involved, but I'm sure about who are the two first ones. But seriously guys... I realize know how many clues I left on the stalker's identity...
- All the characters absent from the last chapters weren't there for a good reason. I can't tell you anything more, but don't be surprised if you haven't seen some of the characters lately.
- All the moves from the stalker(s) are not only sending pictures and videos. Just... pay attention ;)
- The photo Marvel received on his phone was not Peeta and Cato HAVING SEX, but sleeping. Like, what you do at night ? Not like, sleeping together, together. (I'm getting confused)
- This new comment/review box is confusing me...
- The number of reviews I got for the last chapter was higher than I expected... so here is the 7th chapter, earlier than I thought I would publish it :)
AN Shouts-out :
Holding Out For A Hero: It's not as interesting as Pretty little liars :3 but thank you :D
LifeThroughSeaGreenEyes: Thank you ! Hope you like this one too :D
TWilkins: As the situation between Peeta, Cato and Marvel is kind of stuck right now, I will show more characters and develop their personalities. Is this soon enough ? ^^
Shkoodles: Damn you google trad ! I knew "Deejay" sounded stupid ! I had no idea how to say this in english though.. ^^
Cray-Crayperson: Peeta and Marvel's relationship keep changing all the time. They hate each other, are jealous of one another, like each other, care about each other... back to hate. But at some point it will be settled. :)
Anonanon : Cato is no all bad, like Peeta or Marvel are not all good. They all have good and bad sides. ;)
theawesomeperson3: Thank you :) I don't like to keep people waiting for too long because they lose interest.
JHutchGirl: Teehee, I can't tell ya who this is. Thanks :)
LightningOnFire15: You will find out not too soon... but not too late either.
LabRat3000: My dear sweet Marvel... Mah babeeh. Pray for him, yes. Lol... Peeta is not a slut xD
Marcus1233 : Thank you for reviewing the 3rd chapter. Also the review you wrote for the 4th one, I didn't understand :/ "(snickers...but starts t gag she that thought actually comes to mind) » Well, indeed things are going "fast" but it already has been 2 weeks since Peeta entered the school. Marvel said Peeta was a "whore" because he felt like he was making out ans sleeping with everybody, and like he wasn't someone particular to Peeta. Marvel's real problem will be explained in this chapter. Peeta sleeping with Cato was an issue to Marvel because Marvel fucked with Cato too. Yeah, totally, Cato is a whore xD
Wholewheatwaffles : Yeah I wanted Marvel to sound kind of the type of guy I could fall for. I like him that way. Kinda cute, and everything, you know. xD
Pikachu1132: Holy shit... yes, Marvel is... what you said. (I don't want the others to know so fast.) I was about to explain it in that chapter... How did you even do to guess that ? *applause* In Bloody mary actually it's "J'veux pas mourir toute seule" which means "I don't want to die alone". I really like Boys boys boys as well ;)
YoungArtist77: Told ya. I don't play soccer. Never did. I entirely messed up that part of the fanfiction... About Marvel's changing so much you will have the answer in this chapter. Lol excuse me but the first stalker is just too obvious for everyone that no one sees it's him/her.
Oh wow, I didn't read everything. You're getting close to know who this is. Also, I don't know what the fuck is this new comment box either.
You never got drunk ? shame, on you ! *whistles* Anyway I'm not old, and here the scholar system is pretty different. You're in what they call "college" from 11 to 14, then in "lycee" (highschool) from 15 to 18, then something you chose. No school would accept me so I got to university. I dropped. I get back next year.
To be honest I'm not even 19 yet. Not that old ^^
CapitolEffie: Yeah I really like using random girls to add some realistic side to this story. Because I know some who would totally act like this one too. Anyway I like receiving your thoughts so I loved your review, thank you so much :D
London : Gale will have an importance in the next chapters. Wait and see ;) thanks for reviewing :)
Anonymous commenters :
- "The stalker is the drunk bitch? ;ooo » Oh, maybe. I don't know. In fact I know but I just won't tell you ^^ It would ruin the story :/
- "Love it, especially the Florence Machine Lyrics, love that woman3
i like the storyline and smut :)
well done » Yeah I really like that band too ! they're amazing. Thank you :)
Peeta's P.O.V
Chapter 7
I blink. I open my eyes. "Where... Where am I ?" The light burns my eyes. I hear someone laughing. "Who's... Who's there ?" I ramble.
"It's me,.." someone chuckles. ".. Finnick."
I look to my right. Indeed, Finnick is here. He carried me somewhere away from the cafeteria, though.
"Where are we ?" I frown. My head... It hurts !
"In my room." he answers.
"Huh ? Why am I in your room ?"
"You don't remember ?" he frowns.
My eyes open wide. I start to imagine the worse thing ever. I slept with him ! As Marvel said ! "I'm such a whore..." I whisper.
"What ?" he looks at me confused. He cuts my pain off : "Peeta, you were so drunk that someone said they would call the cops if you didn't get out. I was feeling guilty because I'm the one responsible for this, I shouldn't have let some bring alcohol, that was forbidden since we're underage."
"Oh... Ok. I'm sorry, though."
He grins. "Don't be, I remember when I was sixteen too."
I lay back down on the bed. "Gosh my head hurts" I mumble under the pain.
He chuckles. "So, erm, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Mmmmh ?" I groan.
"There's this weird photography of you and... Cato. Someone sent it to me, but the number was hidden."
I bite my lip. "You can't be serious..." I breathe.
"I personally don't care about your... Preferences. And I won't tell anyone. I'm sorry for, erm. Embarrassing you with my way to show my affection to my teammates."
"I-I, I didn't really mind."
He pouts. "Ok. But then you must know that Cato is not good for you."
"No, shit." I mumble, stroking my hair.
"Good if you're aware of that... Though you didn't seem to be, on that picture."
"Gosh Finn, can we just, stop talking about this ?"
He shrugs. "Yeah, as you want. Do you want me to help you back to your room ?"
"Nooooo..." I mumble under the pillow. "Can I, just, sleep here ?" I know I'm asking too much.
"I'd rather not, if you're gonna puke on my pillow. Come on, Peeta, let's find Anary, he will take care of you."
OoO
When I wake up, I'm in my bed. I moan pathetically and turn to my right side, where I usually put my phone. I pat the table, it's not here. I look at the clothes on the ground. I'm about to go grab them but as the sheet takes off of my body, I realize I'm fully naked.
"Fuck." I mumble. Did Finnick undress me ? Or did I, on my own, but then I forgot ? I get up and put a boxer on. Then I grab my cellphone in one of the pockets of my jean. It's 11:03 am. Where is Anary ? Usually he's not here on week ends... But since he was at the party yesterday ?...
I decide I need to shower. I'm glad I don't smell vomit : I didn't puke last night.
I don't meet anyone in the corridor. Everyone must be exhausted by the party.
I shower. I don't know for how long, I just enjoy the contact of the water on my skin. On my hair. On my face. It makes me feel better.
When I get back into my room, I see that something changed.
There is an envelop on my pillow. I frown and grab it.
It's written : For Peeta, from a friend. Last time I saw a message where someone signed as "A friend", it was the time Glimmer had received the email with the video of me and Marvel talking.
I reluctantly open it.
I frown. I was expecting a photography of someone I care about, sent by this sick stalker to hurt me one more time. But no... It's a medical record.
Diagnosis : After a week of complete medical examinations on the patient, it seems like he is affected by a Bipolar disorder NOS.
The following sentences are what they recommend him to take as a medication. I frown. How is that supposed to be related to me ? I don't know anyone with Bipolar disorder.
I close the record, because this medical stuff is gibberish to me, especially since I got drunk last night.
On the cover, I read :
Medical record
Patient : Marvel Altman
It takes me a few seconds to understand. Marvel is... bipolar ?
I drop the record, that falls on my bed.
It all makes sense. His mood, going up and down in a heartbeat. His feelings, always changing for no reason. The decisions he makes, that I can't understand.
Why did that person give me this file ? To cause me pain ? Because it does. I really, really like Marvel, and knowing that he is affected by an illness hurts me. Who knows about him ? Who knows he's bipolar in the school ?
I sit on my bed, my head between my hands. Knowing that just makes me want to go find Marvel, to go hug him, to be here with him. But what for ? For him ?... or for me ?
I know he doesn't want to see me. I know he feels betrayed, much like I felt betrayed when I saw Cato with Adrian. I also know Marvel could get more violent if told him that I knew about his condition.
The door opens, on Anary. "Hey. Feeling better ?" he chuckles.
I shrug. "I guess so." I frown at him : "How did I get in the bed ?"
"Finnick carried you here and... erm, during the party we, kinda, gave each other our phone numbers, so he called me to tell me that you needed me."
"Obviously." I say, resting my head on the pillow.
"But then... Marvel came to check up on you."
I straighten. "What ? When ?"
He shrugs. "That was, like, about midnight when he came here. But when I told him it was better not to wake you up he went out. Probably to sleep or something."
I frown. Why did Marvel want to see me ? Really, to check up on me ? He was not here when I got drunk and blacked out.
"And, erm... why was I naked in my bed, though ?"
"Finnick undressed you because he thought you'd prefer not to vomit on your clothes. If you vomited, of course."
"Oh... ok." I don't care about Finnick seeing me naked, though, since every player of the team already have. But I would have been embarrassed if it was Anary... or even Marvel.
I put the envelop in by backpack and get out. "I'll be right back." I tell him.
I head to Marvel's room. I knock. "Come in." he says.
I press my hand to the handle of the door and push. I stay on the doorstep. He's sitting on his bed, looking at something on his phone. He looks up at me, surprised.
"Peeta..." he starts.
"Anary told me you came to see me last night. I just wanted you to know... that I'm doing fine." I don't want to talk to him any more than I have to, I just don't want him to worry, so I step back and close the door.
As I walk in the corridor to go back to my room, I hear the door open behind me. "Peeta, wait !" Marvel shouts.
I sigh and turn. "What ?"
He clears his throat. "Can we talk about what happened yesterday ? I feel horrible."
I frown. "What, you mean, during the game ?"
He frowns as well. "No, I mean what happened during the party."
I shrug. "I have no memories of the party, except that I drank too much."
He looks at me in surprise. "You don't remember anything ?"
I shake my head. "No, I'm sorry." I lie. "See you around, Marvel."
He doesn't say anything as I walk away. I step into my room and get on the bed, sticking my head in the pillow. I hate lying, and I've never thought I could lie to Marvel but I prefer it this way. It's better if Marvel thinks I really forgot. He changes his mind constantly... I don't want him to say he regrets kissing me. I can't hear it, it would hurt too much. So, even though I know he does regret... I prefer acting like nothing happened. I put this scene of the night in a corner of my head, not wanting to forget it but also not wanting to focus on it.
We kissed, that's true.
I enjoyed this more than I should have, that's true.
What is also true is that I can't be with him, or near him. I'm not afraid of him or what he could do to me. I'm more afraid of what he could do to himself.
I look on my computer. After doing some researches, I find out that bipolar persons have higher rates of suicides than the average. I don't think he's going to commit suicide for any reason, but if what I'm doing angers him or makes him sad, I consider that it's better not to take any risk.
I check my facebook. Oh, crap... Pictures of me yesterday... totally drunk. I send a message to the girl who posted those to put them off of facebook. It's so embarrassing...
I look at my notifications. One of them catches my attention more than the others... Gale liked my profile picture. The new one, where I'm standing with my new teams, with Marvel and Cato next to me, both by my side. Why did he like my picture ? I totally forgot I still had him as a friend. I have a message in my inbox. I look and frown right away : it's him.
From : Gale Hawthorne
Hey there ! Wanted to check up on you ! How you doing in Panem High ? Seems like you're having fun.
I answer :
Why does it interest you, Gale ? You got me outed, I've got nothing to tell you.
I then look at his profile, just to see what's new after these few weeks. I frown. He wrote a status : Seems like we're going to be against the Tracker Jackers from Panem High next season. Oh boy, sounds like a lot of fun !
What ? We're going to play against his team ? Against my own team ? That was... unexpected. Not that I'm afraid, though... okay, maybe a little. It's weird.
What's even weirder is that I notice "Erica Lightman, Glimmer Jason, Jessie Foster and 13 other people like this." How on Earth does Glimmer know him ? Why does she have him as a friend ?
I got an answer.
Woah dude, no need to be that harsh. You left without saying goodbye to anyone.
What for ? You didn't care too much about anything that could be related to me last time we spoke.
Sorry about that.
Lol.
What ?
You can't just erase everything by saying "Sorry about that."
Fuck you Peeta, I'm trying to be nice.
Well, Gale, fuck you too. You missed your chance.
He answers something but I don't read. I get off the conversation and log off facebook. That got me angry...
Twenty days go by. I've been studying here for one month now. Gale did not try to contact me again, and it's for the best. Playing against him will probably be harder than I thought. The game is in one month and half.
I don't talk to Marvel anymore. We spend our time apart from each other. When I meet him in the corridors I try my best not to look at him.
Anary and Leera finally got together... it was about damn time. I see Anary a lot less, only when I get up, or at night.
I just spend a lot of time with Finnick. We never talk about my preferences and I'm glad.
I see Clove a lot during class, but now Marvel sits next to her. So I don't talk to her.
I still go to practice, though. It's somehow the only way I have to communicate with Marvel that doesn't make him lose his mind.
And about Glimmer... she vanished. The last time I saw her was at the game, in the bleachers. Where can she be ? Does anyone know what happened to her ? I wouldn't really care if it weren't for her and Gale being friends on facebook... I have so many questions...
What are they up to ?
AN : that was a chapter with little action but that brought explanations that were needed. Everything that happens is being seen by the stalkers...
Also, if you start having doubts on the identity of the stalker, comment the chapter with the character you suspect.
