The next day, I awoke early, got dressed, and made my way to the elevators. Apparently, the boy from Two had had the same idea – he stepped into the elevator as I pressed the button to take us to the rooftop garden.
"Hey," he said.
At first, I ignored him, not even looking up from my nails, which I had been inspecting.
"Hey," he said again, touching my shoulder. I glared at him.
"Get off me!" I snarled.
He raised his eyebrows at me. "Or what? You can't kill me here; the Game-Makers will blow you up the second you step off that pedestal. Speaking of which, get down off your cloud. You're just like the rest of us here. You might not make it out,"
"I am going to win," I assured him. "And, if you don't get off me right now," I moved my head so that I was whispering in his ear, "You'll be the first I kill,"
He nodded, but I knew he wasn't scared. I grabbed his neck, so he thought I was going to strangle him, but then I kissed him.