As promised, here is chapter thirteen! Thank you so much for your reviews. I'm also very sorry for yesterday, I don't know what went wrong. At one point fanfiction was down for me. Well, it's fixed now, so I hope you enjoy and review !:)

Glimmer POV:

''Ready, baby?''

How did I end up here? Was it the need for adrenaline or something more? Katniss told me were Marvel is going to be for the night. The Poet's Bridge. Actually, the bridge isn't even named, but the people named it that way for future aspiring writers. It is said that all writers that sat on that bridge to write, turned out to make a brilliant masterpiece. They are only a few who come now, in hope they'll be the next future writer.

Why am I going there you ask? I don't know. He's probably with Nicole, and I'm still not getting off this motorcycle and running off home. I was thinking of maybe just passing by, to see if he's really with her. The girl who took a part of my life I'll never get back. But I ended up running into some guys by a bar on my way home. One offered me a ride. I didn't refuse. I told him where I wanted to go. Is my wish that he sees me and gets jealous? Is it my wish that he slaps some sense into me? To tell me it's wrong what I'm doing? That I could've been hurt. That it's wrong.

Who am I kidding?

''Ready,'' I whisper, putting on my helmet.

I grabbed his leather jacket and we went off. He was driving so fast I thought he would stop breathing any second from how tightly I was holding on to him around his waist. I want to tell him to stop, that I'm going to fall off, but the words aren't coming from my mouth. The scream I want to let out is stuck in my throat. The thing that's worrying me isn't that I couldn't tell him to stop because i can't speak, but because I'm so desperate to see Marvel that much that my life is on the line. What is going on with me?

I could see the bridge getting closer and closer. Three more minutes, and we would be there. What do I expect is going to happen when I come there? That the conversation I made up in my head is going to come true? Life doesn't work that way. For all I know, he might not even be there. He could have left with Nicole somewhere they can be all alone. He could have lied he made plans to meet up on the bridge, and instead he's somewhere else. And here I am, riding a motorcycle with a guy I don't even know to a place I've never been for a person I don't know is there. What did I even expect will happen with this stranger? That his going to just drop me there, and go back? I don't think so. I know better. Guess I really thought my imaginary conversation will come true.

We are here, under the bridge. What comes next? It looks like an alley. I want to go on the bridge, not here. This alley is scary, and barely has any light. I got off the motor and put the helmet down, my arms shaking. I don't know if it's from the ride, or because I'm scared at this moment.

''Well babe, we're here,'' he smiled. It wasn't a kind one, it was frightening.

''Yeah. Do you know how to get up? By stairs?'' I say, doing my best not to stutter.

I can't show how I afraid I am. He will think I'm weak, and that never ends well.

''Maybe,'' he smiles,'' How about you repay me for driving you here.''

''Excuse me? If I recall you're the one who offered me one?'' I say, angry at myself for getting into this.

I could have just ignored him and went on. Straight home. But I didn't. I've done some stupid things in my life, but this takes the cake.

''I didn't say there wasn't a price,'' he grins, getting closer.

I back away, and turn around ready to run, but he quickly catches me, and turn me around to face him.

''Fuck off!'' I yell, hitting him.

''You're going to pay for that,'' he groans, throwing me on the floor.

He's going to rape me, and nobody will hear my pleads. No one will help me. He tears a piece of my shirt, while I continue to throw punches his face. It's no use, he's much stronger than me. I close my eyes, prepared to let destiny take control.

I don't feel anything. There is no weight on me any more. Am I dead? Did he kill me? No, I'm definitely alive. I feel alive. I slowly open my eyes, and soon they are wide open from shock. Marvel's face is above mine. Did he help me? Am I dreaming? Where is the other guy?

He gently picks me up, and from the corner of my eye, I could see the bastard on the floor. He wasn't dead. He was just breathing heavily. Serves him right. And me. He places me on the bench, and gives me his jacket.

''Thank you.'' I whisper.

''What were you thinking?'' he yelled.

I must be dreaming. This is the same thing he said in my head.

''I..I don't know,'' I lower my head down.

He always manages to surprise me. From a guy who only knows how to smirk to this caring side of him. If he continues to be like this, how can I fall out of love?

''You know...I often come here to sit on the bridge, because it's peaceful. Thank you for ruining it for me,'' he smirks.

And he's back.

''Why do you hate me so much?''

He's smirk fades fast.

''And why are you pretending to not know me? You're a great actress you know that?'' he says with a look that's horrifying. Nobody looked at me in that way.

''What are you talking about?'' I say confused.

''Wow! You're a piece of work you know that.'' He gets up to leave, but I hold on to his hand.

''Don't leave me.'' I beg.

I never beg.

He groans, and turns around to pick me up. I ended up in his car. Throughout the whole ride, I was just staring at him. Why does he always help me, if he hates me? Half an hour later, I was home. I got out the car, and watched him drive away. I was so tired, that I didn't even realize then I never gave him the address.

Oh, and another thing. I made up the whole Poet's bridge thing, but I was very surprised to know that the name exists. You really can't be original these days :D ! My point is if you've known that...don't imagine that bridge :D