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Cole sat slumped in one of the many plain, plush white armchairs located in one of the more secretive conference rooms in District Thirteen. It had been two days, five hours, ten minutes, and twenty-seven seconds since their arrival, and quite frankly, he thought it was exceptionally boring already. Where was the action? The fighting? The honor and glory? He hadn't signed up for this. You know, sitting around, listening to orders, blah blah blah.
A scowl made its way onto his face as more thoughts flooded his mind.
Of course, there were more things that bothered him. Certain people. Named Cato. Sure, he was older, he had more experience with fighting, and spontaneous events - but did that seriously give him such a leg up that Cole's ideas were to be practically ignored? That didn't seem right. Not at all. At least, not to Cole, anyway. Cole was obviously far superior...wasn't he? Way better looking, too.
Grumbling to himself, he slipped out of the chair and made his way down one of the long, blindingly-white hallways, deciding to completely ditch the meeting that would be taking place in a few minutes, he approached one of the many doors that lined the halls, and tried the handle.
To his surprise, the door swung open, not revealing much, though, as the lights were all switched off. Figures, Cole thought irritably, can't leave a few spare lights on to save their lives. He groped his way along the wall, shutting the door behind him with his foot, until he found the light switch, and flipped it on.
He glanced around the room. It was small...but not small enough to be considered cramped. There was neatly-made twin-sized bed shoved into one corner, a tall, all-white (surprise, surprise) dresser located about a foot from the bed, and a small square table with two chairs on the other side of the room. It didn't have any windows, which made it kind of feel like a jail cell, and the musty smell that circulated around the room didn't help. Who on earth would even need a room like this? No bathroom, no closet, no mirrors...it was horrific.
Cole took a few steps more into the room, and considered snooping through the dresser, but was stopped by the door abruptly opening. He whirled around, and blinked, taken aback at the sight before him.
Standing against the now-slammed-shut door, panting heavily, and wearing tattered clothing, was none other than Leila. "What are you doing here?" he hissed, crossing the room in one stride and gripping her small wrist tightly.
Leila let out a small huff and wriggled out of Cole's tight grip. "Get off!" she exclaimed. "And that's none of your business, you pig! And to be honest, I could be asking you the same exact thing, so shut up!"
Cole snickered and crossed his arms over his chest. "Doubt it. I have the authority here, squirt. And you're going to tell me what you're doing here, or I'm going to have you thrown into the prison cells."
Leila pursed her lips. "I don't have to tell you anything."
Cole approached Leila until she was completely backed up against the door, her eyes darting around for a plan of escape. Cole bent down until his mouth was next to her ear. "I think you do, " he murmured, his lips lingering there for a second before he straightened up.
"I was following Cato, " Leila finally explained, raising her eyebrows. "And that's all I'm going to tell you."
Cole nodded and clicked his tongue. "Alright, then I guess you're sleeping in a cell tonight."
"Fine I don't care, just don't tell Cato I'm here, " Leila snapped.
Cole raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "And why not?"
"Because...I don't need him flipping out. He's weird like that sometimes."
"I do what I want, " Cole said smugly.
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A few hours later, the two had come to an agreement that in exchange for Cole keeping quiet, Leila would take his place in helping out around District Thirteen, which, in all honesty, made her quite nervous. She questioned Cole about how that would do any good; she might run into Cato while doing her chores. Cole, however, barely paid any attention and was lazily leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her go on and on.
"Are you sure?" Leila asked nervously for about the millionth time.
Cole growled in irritation, and then replied, "Yes you idiot, quit worrying."
He was beginning to regret ever leaving the conference room. It would have been far more entertaining there, than it ever could be in Leila's little bunker. Besides - at least Cato would argue or something. It would be entertaining. Unfortunately, Leila was a little bit more than draining. Her constant fretting and the way her eyes were wide and afraid-looking annoyed Cole to no end. What happened to the feisty, determined girl he knew back home? Obviously, something was up with her. Not that he was going to ask what it was. It probably wasn't even that important.
"I'm not an idiot!" she retorted, though still looking slightly nervous.
"Whatever, " Cole muttered, stepping off the wall and abruptly leaving the room.
He practically ran down the hallway - rejoicing at the fact that he was finally free of her. Of course, he could have left at any time he wanted...he just wanted to see how much information he could get out of her. Obviously it wasn't much.
"Wasted trip..." he muttered angrily, reaching the door to his own room, roughly twisting the handle and opening the door.
A/N: ASDFGHKL. I am so mad. I have all these brilliant ideas for this story, but they won't take place until much later. That's so annoying. Meh. Anyway, thank you if you're still hanging on, reading this story. I know that it pales in comparison to Bloody and Broken, but I'm still trying. Honestly, these are the only types of stories that I actually enjoy writing. All my others are dead-ends. Although I do have a nice idea that I'm currently working on in the depths of my brain. Also, to anyone who leaves reviews: I LOVE YOU!!
I love getting comments/reviews. They're great. I read every single one of them, and to be honest, I don't mind if it's hate or constructive criticism. It helps me improve my writing skills. Oh, and to the person who inboxed me about a Cato/Leila ship...uh, no that is not my intention for this story, but thanks for your opinion.
*Cue Extreme Ways by Moby*
PEACE OUT.
