I hope none of you guys were confuzzled by the last chapter, but if you were, this will probably clear that up. As always thank you to everyone who favourited, followed and reviewed! It means the world to me.
Sadly, I do not own the Hunger Games, just my ideas.
Cato's POV
I don't how I expected her to react but her reaction surprised me. She spread the door wider and gestured for me to come in, I do so silently. As soon I as walk in, I notice that my face is all over her t.v with the title "TEEN, ACCUSED OF KIDNAPING, KILLS HIMSELF," Instead of asking me about it, like every sane person would, Clove just switches the television off and continues walking down the hall. All the while, I find myself following her with a, assumably stupid, strange look on my face.
Why in the world wouldn't she ask me?
Does she even care?
Then why she watching me on the news?
I shake my head as if to clear the thoughts that are fogging up my brain. I have too much to worry about right now.
Then why is Clove on my mind?
Pushing away all these stupid thoughts, I focus my eyes on Clove. I realise that she has lead me to a spare bedroom, a towel in her hand. "You can stay here for tonight. My dad gets back tomorrow morning at 12, I expect you'll be gone by then?" She says rather than ask. The tone in her voice confirms that it wasn't a question.
I nod and take the towel from her outstretched hand as I walk into the room. I turn around to thank her and I see she's already gone. I ponder whether I should go after her but the sound of a door locking down the hall answers my question for me.
Great, she hates me.
Then would she let you stay here?
It's only for the night. I remind myself.
With a sigh, I walk over to a door in the corner of the room and open it, assuming it was a bathroom. I was correct though a part of me wished I wasn't. That it was a door that lead to Clove's room, even though she probably would have locked the door if that were the case. I realise that the towel was for me to have a shower with. After a moments thought, I decide to take Clove's silent advice. I strip down to nothing and look at my self in the mirror. I've gained weight over the past couple of weeks, well not weight per say, more like muscle. After all, I was staying with my aunt at her gym in Washington. i swear some days I would spend like eight hour there. Other than that I found my body's the same but as I turn around, I remember that I'm wrong. My hands crawl around my sides to my left hipbone where "2008 - Happiness" is tattooed in an elegant font. All of a sudden, a wave of sleepiness washes over me. So I put my clothes back on and ditch any thought of having a shower as I crawl into bed.
Clove's POV
Shit! I think as I try to sit up in my bed but I find that I can't without a killer headache engulfing my brain. Searching my mind to find a reason for this, I see the eight tequila glasses on the desk and I remember what happened last night.
"What the fuck? What the actual fuck? What on earth is he doing here? What on earth doing alive? Fuck Cato, why do you have to bring so much trouble!" I think out loud I know that I did the right thing lying to him about my dad come back tomorrow, he was coming back in a month. My dad is on his honeymoon with Serena, Scarlett's mother. They got married two weeks ago after finally telling Scarlett. I slam the door to my room to make sure Cato knows that I don't want company. With nothing better to do, I resort to plan B. I grab eight shot glasses from underneath the bed.
Okay the eight step plan, what was it again? Oh that's right!
Step one: Have a shot
Step two: Have a shot
Step three: Have a shot
Step four: Have a shot
Step five: Have a shot
Step six: Have a shot
Step seven: Have a shot
Step eight: Have a shot
Then the rest of the night rolls into a blur.
Sorry it's short! Sorry for the time it took to post! I promise chapter 10 (yay ten) will be posted quicker. Anyway if you liked it , let me know in a review. If you didn't, let me know in a review. Loved it? Favourite this story! Love me? Favourite me as an author.
