Love Hurts but Heals

Chapter 7

Hey guys! I'm still grounded, but my mom gave me my phone for a few days! I'll only be able to update for a few days, and I'll try to do the best I can! Luv u guys!

~ChansBae4Life

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Jordyn's POV

Today is the day we start facing the boy tributes, and there's a nervous bubble in my stomach that makes me want to throw up.

"Ladies," Ashton clasps his hands together once, "are you nervous?"

"Why would we be? They're no different than we are," replies Teresa.

He laughs, then approaches her. His face is so close to her's they're breathing the same air.

"If you believe that," he whispers in her ear so quietly I barely hear him, "you're gonna be the one who losses first."

He backs up.

"So, now," he clasps his hands together again, "is everyone ready?"

If I didn't know any better, I would've thought that he might be worried about us.
"Let's go!" Everyone starts to shout.

Everyone chants until Ashton swipes his hand; then, complete silence.

"I don't think I heard everyone," he approaches the little shy girl I talked to earlier. "Did I, Gabby?"

She stares at the floor, rubbing her elbow, with her training jacket hanging off one shoulder.

"Did I?!" he shouts in her face.

Anger replaces the nervous bubble.

"Leave her alone!" I shout. "She did nothing to you! Not everyone here wants to be here, y'know!"

He grins. "Are you one of those people, Jordyn? Because I remember you volunteering to be in here."

He approaches me the same way he did Teresa.

"Isn't that right?"

"This doesn't have anything to with me. This is between you and Gabby, but you have no business talking to her like that. If she wasn't here, you wouldn't have the Games to begin with!"

I see the boy tributes come in over Ashton's shoulder.

He smirks. "Feisty one. I like that."

Then, he smashes his lips meet mine. For a second, it reminds me of Carl and our first kiss; how it felt nerve-racking... but rememberable.

But this isn't Carl. This is the guy that is going to kill me.

I pull away. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? It's called fun."

I see a hat poke out from behind Finnick's arm. Carl...

I knock Ashton's legs out from under him, and collapses to the ground with a thud.

"That's what I call fun," I reply.

Surprisingly, no one comes to drag me away and beat me or worse. All I feel is a cold force hit my head, and I'm out like a light.

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Carl's POV

After Ashton's 'minion' knocks Jordyn out cold, he slings her over his shoulder like she was nothing. I don't bother to do or say anything; I am too angry to do anything.

Ashton approaches me. "That good enough for you?"

He stare at him.

"If not, I could do better."

He smirks, but so do I.

"Have fun 'cause I don't care what you do," I reply.