Broken Ones

Marvel- Chapter 8

//Most of you enjoy this story for what it is. :3 I thank you guys. I write this one because I enjoy it. FYI IT IS MOST LIKELY NOT GOING TO BE THE ORIGINAL ENDING!!! Just because I'm planning a sequel for this story. At least I hope so if I don't get tired of it. Is there anything you would like me to change to make it better?//

"You are so dumb! You are really dumb! What are we going to do now? I mean, how could you have been so stupid? Fu-" Cashmere's yelling is cut off by someone clearing their throat. She's accusing me for getting Glimmer pregnant, when I haven't laid a hand on her since we got here. She's most likely saying this for attention.

"Clove is here." I gaze over at the short girl standing with Gloss at the entrance.

"Hi Clove, I'm Cashmere, the female mentor for district 1. Glimmer's in her room. Said something about you being the one she trusts the most. Or trusts at all for that matter." Cashmere sugar coats her stern voice so it doesn't sound like she's about to burst with anger. Well at me.

Clove narrows her eyes and makes a face basically saying 'really?' and makes her way up the long staircase. Cashmere looks in my direction like a cobra ready to strike.

"YOU ONLY KNEW HER FOR THREE DAYS!" She booms, scaring off Lola who had just entered the room with a cup of tea, spilling it all over her dress and the carpet. She shrieks. It's crazy how Cashmere can be scary to her, but to me she doesn't even make be flinch.

I shake my head. "I've known her since I was eight." Cashmere looks at me disapprovingly.

"Cash lay off the kid. It was an accident and won't happen again. If he goes after that Clove girl though, Glimmer would be in tears and Steroids Boy would probably snap him in half." Gloss walks over to the dining table and picks up a sweet, dinner roll, he's addicted to them.

"Wait what do you mean about the steroids boy comment? He'll snap Marvel in half?" Cashmere takes a sip from her strong smelling red wine that was probably left in the cellar one to many years extra.

"Based on what Glimmer told me, yes he would." He grabs a flask and fills it with whiskey. "Besides, Glimmer has your baby. You can maybe get extra sponsors, but she could be seen as vulnerable prey. Unless her baby will magically grow quadruple times as fast, there is no need to worry unless you tell the world about your, incident." Cashmere glares at him. "That didn't help at all."

"I did not have sex with Glimmer."

The talking becomes louder upstairs. I think Glimmer had just told Clove... Sobs erupt, most likely Glimmer's, and the door opens and closes. Clove stomps down the stairs, not crying. So it was Glimmers tears. "Smooth. It's so smooth it has not a single bump in it. Well except Glimmer's baby bump. Getting her pregnant right before we all go into an arena where she has a one out of twenty four chance she can win? Just... I mean how ignorant can you be?" To be honest, Clove is more scary than Cashmere.

Cashmere gestures Clove's way. "She gets me! She is a girl unlike you two imbeciles!" Clove shrugs before crossing her arms.

"Wait you have a chil-" I begin before Cashmere slaps her own face with her palm. "No. I. Don't. Have. Children." She spaced out her words filled with anger through long, dramatic pauses.

"And I didn't get her pregnant!"

"Y'know what? I'm gonna go get ready for career training. FYI District 12 got held back a day for fuel, because apparently it takes fourteen years so fill up the gas tank... They should be here by now. The ceremony is tomorrow." Clove informs and turns around to enter the elevator and go back up to her floor.