Jake's POV
As soon as I said those words to Marley and then stormed angrily into my room I regretted it. I knew that she'd be crushed but she also crushed me a little bit. After seeing her act like we could at least be friends- like how she smiled at me on the train and held my hand at the opening ceremonies, I expected Marley to be friendly. When she told Haymitch she didn't want to be allies I was more then disappointed. I was a like a windowpane and Marley had found a small crack in me and exploited it to the world. I thought she would at least listen to Haymitch and maybe agree with him once she saw how useful I could be in during training. I may not be very good at the survival aspect of the Games, but I do have some skills with knives and hand to hand combat. I lay on my bed trying to sleep when I heard a door slide open. It closed quietly but I knew it was Marley's door.
I got up out of bed and as quietly as I could I made my way to my door and began to follow her. She seemed to be half asleep and she kept swaying a little as she walked. She bumped into the wall twice but didn't seem to notice. She even hit a table with a very expensive vase on it. It started to wobble back and forth and I knew it would crash to the floor. Marley had turned a corner so I rushed forward and caught the vase before it could break on the tiled floor. I replaced the vase and then hurried to catch up to Marley. When I turned to corner I couldn't find Marley, but there was an open door a couple of feet away. I climbed the small staircase and found myself on top of the building. Marley and I were standing on the roof overlooking the city. The view was amazing and there were so many lights on everywhere.
At home in District 12 we were lucky to get a few hours of electricity and even then it was spotty at best. The city below us was light up so bright it took my eyes a second to adjust to the fluorescents. I glance off the side of the building and see a parade of brightly colored people flooding the streets and laughing merrily. Like there is nothing better to do at night than party when 24 children are about to be killed off. I think bitterly. Marley stops walking once she hits the rail surrounding the roof. She doesn't turn to face me but somehow I know that she knows I'm here.
"You don't walk very quietly, you know." Marley says still not turning around. It's hard to tell if she's still asleep or not but I still am cautious as I walk up beside her.
"I know. My mom always tells me to quit stomping even when I'm not."
"My mom always tells me not to sneak up on her. Apparently I walk really quietly." She smiles as she talks about her mother.
"So I have to ask. Are you awake or not 'cause you keep talking but you're not blinking. It's kind of creepy."
"I don't really know. I mean I feel awake and I can tell how cold it is so I know I'm not dreaming, but all these lights and colors make me think I'm dreaming. District 12 never had any bright colors like this."
"I know what you mean. It's like three in the morning and still the people are partying like there's nothing else to do."
"I'm sorry you know." She says turning to face me slightly, "About before- at dinner… I didn't mean it to sound that way. I just don't want to team up with you and then get down to the final four and have to either kill you myself or watch as someone else kills you." She says all of this in a rush but I somehow manage to hear all of it. She has a valid point. If I were her and had to watch someone kill me I know I wouldn't be able to go back and face District 12 as the Victor. Maybe that's why Haymitch turned to drinking so much.