Chapter 10:
Hey everyone, sorry for the latish update, I have stuffed up my hand… Anyway, Hope you like this chapter! It resolves the cliff hanger! Please review! Thanks!
"District one all the way!" I hear Marvel scream loudly which is soon followed by the loud, excited roars coming from the citizens of the Capitol. Right, I have to go through with this as much as it disgusts me, I have to do it.
I take in a deep breath and start to slowly and hesitantly walk towards Marvel, who continues to impress the crowd. I stand up tall, pushing my shoulders back giving myself excellent posture. Marvel is only now a few metres in front of me and I feel like turning back, maybe this isn't such a good idea? No, I can't back down now. This will defiantly get me some; well make that a lot of attention.
I am now standing right next to Marvel. He towers over the top of me like a skyscraper. He turns around to face me. His eyes twinkle like stars every time a camera flashes. He looks at me and smirks out of the corner of his mouth. He just stands there and stares at me, shocked that I am actually standing near him.
"What do you want?" He sneers. "You're in my spotlight!"
I smile and surprisingly, he smiles back. I then stand on my tip toes and touch his face gently. I then slowly lean in and close my eyes. Our lips meet and all I can think is what the hell am I getting myself into? Too my surprise, his lips are soft, warm and smooth like a baby's. He is not too rough either unlike some of the other boys I have dated back in district one, which is a surprise. I can tell you one thing though; he kisses like a professional which leaves me wondering how many girls he has kissed back at home. When I met him, he seemed like the type of person that hadn't kissed a girl before, but maybe I was wrong.
The crowd screams and whistles in excitement. They clap and cheer happily, wanting to see more. They chant out random things that come along the lines of "Get in there!" and "Aw". I continue to kiss him softly as I slightly open my eyes just so I can see his reaction. His eyes are closed and he is holding my waist tightly, pulling me closer to him, engulfing me into his own little world. My goodness, he better not be enjoying this otherwise he is going to be in deep trouble when we have a moment alone.
I slowly push myself away from him and I feel like spitting and washing out my mouth, but then the crowds of people would all know that it was fake. I look up to him and force myself to smile at him. He smiles back quite pleased with himself. He looks down at me as I lower my heels down to the ground, my hand pressing against his chest in what seems like a friendly way.
Marvel's suit is now a little out of place, but no one cares, they are all too excited about what just happened between us. Marvel looks at me and sniggers, "sudden change of heart I see?"
I shake my head; no way do I have a sudden change of heart. I am still furious with him. The only reason why I did was for the cameras, or was it?
The Peacekeepers approach us and inform us that the district two tributes will be arriving shortly and that we will have to clear the premises. I smile and nod and I follow the Peacekeepers through the massive crowds. Too be perfectly honest, I want to stay and see what the other tributes look like, but really I am not in the mood for arguing against a Peacekeeper.
Marvel and I are lead to a building which they call the 'Remake Centre' and this is where we finally separate thank goodness.
"See you later." Marvel waves.
"I hope not." I murmur quietly to myself. Let's just hope that his prep team will wax him to death or something.
The remake centre is pretty plain. All of the walls are just a plain, sleek, reflective metal. I am instructed to undress myself and put on this horrible, see through hospital gown. I do as they say. Without all my clothes on, it is cold and the slight breeze that sweeps through the room nibbles at me. A slight shiver is sent through my bones as my prep team appears. They stand there, hands over their mouths gawping in delight.
"Oh Kirshelle! Isn't she a gorgeous one?" The lady with tall, spikey, gold hair screeches in delight. Her tattoos that are painted all over her face flares up as she bounces up and down clapping with joy.
"In deed she is Cora! What do you think Pate!" The lady who was obviously Kirshelle exclaims. Her skin is died a hot pink and she has long, fuzzy, aqua blue hair down to her waist.
The man who must be Pate approaches me and bends down too look me directly in the eyes. He is wearing fluoro purple contacts, making his eyes look alien. "She is indeed." He smirks quietly. He holds my face and squeezes my cheeks, "now, what are we to do with you?"
"We really should wax those eyebrows!" Cora squeaks in her annoying, high-pitched voice.
The others nod happily in agreement and scurry off like a pack of mice off to a separate little room that must contain all of the beauty products that they plan to use on me to make me more beautiful than I already am before I am allowed to see my stylist.
This is going to be one hell of a day.