This week sucks because a girl who likes my ex boyfriend who I'm friends with is spreading rumors about me and I heard my grandma has cancer. Fml. Sorry this chapter sucks.
Chapter 3
Crank
"Well" Cato crossed his arms across his chest. "That was awkward" he motioned to Jackson who had left abruptly.
"No shit" I stood up, brushing off my hands. I did my best to stomp off back to the fire, but almost fell. I guess I was a bit more tipsy than I had suspected. And of course, Cato caught me.
"And how much have you had to drink? The party just started!" Cato forced a smile, making sure I was stable and then backing away, making sure he had space. I walked towards the fire, knowing that Cato was following a couple yards behind, not daring to stand next to me.
I passed Sam on the way, who gave me a wild glance when she saw Cato. Almost as if to say, wow. That WOULD happen. I knew exactly what she meant. I was not expecting to see him at all.
Cato finally detached, walking over to Finnick's friends who were sitting on the tailgate of the truck. I resulted to sitting by the fire alone. Wow. I'm cool, I thought. At first, I was contemplating going to talk to Finnick's friends by Cato. I mean, if Cato got along so hem, I would, right? Well I changed my mind when I glanced in there direction.
Cato's face was expressionless, his mouth in a straight line. And I could see why. He was nonce treating on the needle in his arm.
Sure, District two teenagers did drugs every once in a while, but I had never tried them, and as far as I knew Cato hadn't either, but apparently he had. His skin was grayer, his blue eyes dulled, his hair uncut, his face scraggly, and his cheeks sunken in. He was definitely abuseing harmful substances.
Eventually, Sam came and found me, told me all about her "friend" Alex. About twelve o'clock, the party split into two different groups. One group were the jocks, the people with a reputation, the ones that had things to do the next day. The other group was the outcasts, the druggies (including Cato and Finnick's friends. Annie and Finnick had snuck off earlier), and ultimately me. Alex was going with the group, Sam wanted to go with Alex and wanted me to come with her. So I was being drug along. The group migrated down the road, yelling drunk slurs and singing loudly. We finally reached a small side shop that appeared closed, but the back door was open. We all snuck in and then proceeded downstairs.
Downstairs, we found a rave, a lot more like the District two parties. The flashing lights, the thumping music. I felt home.
Sam and I were dancing with Alex, who turned out to be a pretty cool guy. He was nice and caring, unlike the rest of the people we were with. I was having a good time, up until something went wrong, as it always does.
We were dancing, but even though I could feel every vibration through the floor from the music, I felt a thud against the ground. And not far away was Cato, passed out on the dusty wooden floor.
"Cato?" I rushed over. I guess my instincts were kicking in. Partially because half the people around him were too stoned to even call for help. I knelt by his side and placed two finger against his cordial artery. There was a pulse. A distinct thump. I noticed the needle was still stuck in his arm. A drug overdose. Well that was evident. "Sam! Get some help!" I yelled. She couldn't hear me. Thump. His pulse was slowing.
"Someone! Help!" No one heard me. They were too high. I felt like I was drowning in the sea of people. "Help me godammit!"
His heart gave a pitiful
Thump
Thump
t-h-u-m-p.
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