Note: I've been thinking about how many things I'm inspired by. It's ridiculous. Also, I didn't go too graphic last chapter SINCE IDK ANY OF YOUR OPINIONS ON RAVI x VOLT. Hell, this is rated M, I can do what I want. Just kidding. Let me know, guys. I don't read your minds. Song: Black Panther - Crystal Castles
I wake up in Volt's bed. It's so soft I don't want to leave. Volt is still next to me. He looks at me and smiles.
"Good morning." I say, as I wrap my arms around his bare chest.
"Morning, babe." Volt says, smiling at me. His hair is a mess and his yellow eyes are so vibrant. He's too adorable.
I kiss him, and get out of bed. I want to stay, but I know that Volt has things to do. I don't want to bother him too much.
One night was enough.
I hate having to remind myself of that.
I change back into the clothes I was wearing yesterday. They still have a lingering scent of Ivana's black tea.
"I'll walk you home." Volt says, as he puts on his clothes.
"Thanks," I say, smiling softly, "I'd like that."
We leave his apartment, and leave holding hands.
We arrive at the house quickly. I unlock the door, and kiss him goodbye one last time. Volt's kisses are the softest.
He walks away and I turn back to the house, and I'm greeted by something - someone - I hadn't expected to see.
Ivana.
She's leaned over Gale, carefully pulling out IV cords and bandaging up any marks left by them. She glares at me.
And I instantly realize what she's seeing. It's quite obvious by how I look what I was doing all night. And I'm pretty sure she just saw me kissing Volt.
Well, shit.
"Hey," I say, not knowing what else to do. She simply glares at me. Then she turns to Gale and politely tells him that he's Kusuri free and not to pick at his bandages for 6 hours.
She stands up immediately and I get out of her way, since she looks like she's going to leave and doesn't want to have anything to do with me. She abruptly stops in front of me.
"Be at my place in an hour." she says simply, then she turns and leaves.
What?
I walk away and head to my room, ignoring Gale's greeting to me.
I go straight into the shower. I let the steam envelop me. The hot water feels nice against my skin.
Ivana is what comes into my thoughts. She's such an enigma. A very cute enigma. I can't figure her out. She's not like any girl I've known before.
I want to know her.
I leave the shower and dry my hair. I get dressed in an all black ensemble consisting of tight lace up pants, a long sleeve t-shirt and of course, my tall platform boots.
I thickly line my eyes black before leaving.
It takes me a while to find Ivana's building, since it takes me a while to find her poverty ridden neighborhood. For a moment I wonder how a place like this exists in the Capitol, but the only reasoning I can come up with is that my father is a sick man who likes suffering to be so close to home.
I finally find Ivana's decaying building. I knock on the aged door. I wait in silence. I can hear a low grumble of music from inside. A moment later, the door opens.
Ivana is standing in front of me, looking sexy as hell. Her short lilac hair is slightly damp, like it was only towel dried after a shower. Her lips are painted almost as dark as her eyes. She's wearing only an oversized black t-shirt that ends just above her thight and falls off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra strap.
"You're late." She says, and she grabs me by my shirt and kisses me hard.
Well, that was unexpected.
She pulls me inside and closes the door behind us. She tugs on my arm, leading me up the stairs, leading to her open floor. The music I heard outside is now playing loudly in her room.
"Sorry I made you leave last time." She says, then she kisses me again.
What is she doing?
Not that I really mind.
"Ivana," I being to ask as I back away from her, "What is -"
"You want to know me, and I want to fuck you." She cuts me off, nonchalantly. "This is a win-win situation."
"Well then, let me get to know you first."
She looks at me, seeming genuinely disappointed for a minute, but that fades.
"What do you want to know?" She asks me.
"Well for one, where are you from?"
She hesitates a moment, and awkwardly runs her hand through her wet hair. "District 3."
"Holy shit." A poor district girl? "How are you even here?"
She doesn't answer. I probably sound like a jackass to her, so I don't blame her for not saying anything. But this is the first time that anyone from a District to live in the Capitol. Or the first time I've heard of it at least.
"It is what is it. I can't change it." She finally says without any malice.
"You hate it here." I realize, remembering her harsh words about me being from the Capitol. How was I so blind? "You hate everything about it here. You hate me, don't you?"
She doesn't answer me.
"Should I just leave?" I ask her.
"I don't want to hate you." She leans into me, her lips only inches away from my face.
Why does she have to do this to me? She's too damn sexy for me to not do anything!
Without thinking, I kiss her. Her lips are soft.
"Was that so difficult?" She asks me when we pull apart.
"Ivana -" I stop. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"I don't know why!" I say throwing my arms up in the air. "I barely know you."
I turn to leave, instantly regretting that opportunity.
"Don't go." Ivana says. I turn back and look at her. "I'm sorry. Please." She sounds desperate.
"Fine," I say after a moment of silence. "I'll stay. Just put some god damn clothes on."
She rolls her eyes. "Fine." She turns and wanders over to a pile of clothes where she picks out a pair of oversized grey sweatpants. She puts them on, and thank god, she doesn't look nearly as distracting. I don't think I could talk to her seriously if she was still so scantily clad. She walks over to her sheepskin rug, and promptly lays down. I join her, since standing would be the only other option.
"Who was that earlier?" She asks me. Of course, she'd ask about Volt. Of course.
"Volt." I answer, not wanting to answer any further.
She pulls out a cigarette from the pack she previously took from me, and lights it.
"Who is he to you?"
Of course, she asks me this.
"I guess you could say we're in a relationship." I pause for a moment, then add: "But we're not exclusive."
She puffs out a smoke ring in delight.
"Good to know."
I look at her for a moment. Through her shirt, I can see her hipbones sticking out, and the outlines of her ribs, moving up and down with every breath. She's so small, it's scary.
"Why don't you like it here?" I ask her, knowing that this is something she doesn't want to talk about. What was is she said the other day? I'll never know her story? Then why is she exposing her life to me? It doesn't make sense.
"I didn't choose to live here. I was fucking taken." She says the last bit with anger in her voice.
"By who? Ivana, I can take you back." I sigh. "I'm the President's only son. I can get whatever I want."
"Yeah," she says solemnly, "So can the President."
What?
"What does that mean?" I ask, hiding my concern from my voice.
"It means that you can't change things. If things are going to change, I have to do it." She stares coldly at me. "Without your help."
I know I shouldn't tell her about my plot - my dream - to kill my father. But I want to tell her. She seems to hate him.
"I shouldn't be telling you this," Ivana says, after sucking in more smoke, "You're probably a daddy's boy. But your fucking dad" Sheputs emphasis on the word, like its dirty, "is a fucking perv."
"I know." Is all I say.
"Change starts here." She says and before I realize what's happening, Ivana stradles herself over me and jabs something into my arm. Something pricks my arm.
And suddenly, I'm tired. Very tired.
What did she do to me?
The decayed room starts turning black.
Ivana starts to fade out of my vision, but the last I see is her cigarette falling from her mouth as she laughs.
District 3. They produce medicines.