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 Hey guys!!! Sorry I took so long to publish but I want to shout out my coauthor @Rapunzel2013s. Thank you soooo much for helping me write this :p. Anyway... hope you enjoy

Casimir POV

I shook Charlotte up (I had just learned her name from Finnick) and like usual she was groggy and mean. 

She didn't say much so I thought we were at least not enemies until..... SHE LITERALLY THREW A DUFFEL BAG ON MY HEAD. Now you might think ohhh that was an accident but then...... SHE LOCKED THE DOOR FROM THE OUTSIDE. I

t took hours for me to get the attention of Finnick finally. My head was throbbing as Finnick gave me an icepack.

 Girls I muttered. All annoying and dumb and mean. However, I still had hope for Charlotte. Maybe she didn't realize what she was doing. It could have been an honest mistake. Anyways, who could resist me the great, strong PERFECT Casimir?

We met in the dining room. 

I had seen this place so many times on TV but never thought I would be here as a tribute. I immediately plopped next to Char (I decided that was my new nickname for her). 

She moved away toward wait was that Loxley. As in my EX LOXLEY. OH HELL NO. 

"Can I talk to you", I asked Char. 

"Uhm sure" she replied.

 We walked to a secluded area in the dining room. "Hey, don't get close to Loxley OKAY". 

"And why NOT", she replied sounding annoyed. 

"She is BAD NEWS", I semi- yelled at her. 

"Why would I listen to YOU", Charlotte asked in a mean tone. 

"JUST STAY AWAY", I yelled. I was LOOKING OUT FOR THE BITCH BUT SHE WOULDN'T LISTEN!" 

"NO I WILL DO WHATEVER I WANT", Char yelled. At this point, everyone was staring. 

"Fine but don't blame me if that little "friend" fucking kills you," I whisper-scoff. 

"Fine," she said as she walked out and sat right next to Loxley.

 I stared mindlessly at a wall for a bit before making my legs work and walking back to my seat. Most people had gone back to eating or chatting but a few were still staring. I roll my eyes and sit down.

 I was planning on eating less to be sure I could starve for days on end in prep for the games but one thing led to another and the next thing I knew there were like 8 bazillion foods on my plate. Eff it I thought as I started trying everything.

I was still thinking about my conversation with Char when someone tapped my shoulder. I looked over. 

"Hi", a squeaky voice said.

 "Oh hi", I replied.

 "Nervous?", he asked. 

"Very". 

We talked for a bit and exchanged names. Apparently, his name was Sebastian. and he was 14 years old. We talked a bit. 

Sebastian was a nice and chill guy. He wasn't spoiled like the other Capitol kids. He was really really good at traps and such. We made good small talk; we talked about our families, our friends, and, our lives in general. 

"I miss my mom. She was always with me and helped me through everything. What I wouldn't give to see her again", Sebastian said. 

"Yeah, I miss my best friend Oliver. We have been friends since kindergarten", I said. "He was my only friend because it is hard for me to even make friends because of my temper". 

We talked a bit more like this and before I knew it we were leaving for our rooms. We said bye and promised to talk the next day. I walk into our room. 

I sigh. "This will be so fun".

That night Charlotte and I didn't talk. Good, I thought. This girl is blinded by Loxley's charm. I had heard them talking before bed. They obviously wanted to become allies. They chatted on and on and I swear I heard my name. Weird. Why do I care I thought. She can do whatever she wants.

 I sigh as I try to sleep but, sleep just didn't come to me. I wanted to scream. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? I eventually got up and paced. I tried to be productive but I just couldn't. 

What is Oliver doing? Where are my parents? Are they at a meeting or a gala? I just kept walking and reminisced about my time in the Capitol. As I thought I realized just how unfair this was to Katniss and the other rebels. Some had barely any food.

 Well, karma is coming around now I guess. Not like I did anything. Maybe that's the problem. I just didn't do anything; didn't even care. 

No, STOP I told myself. I didn't dare feel guilt. That would make me weak. I had to be strong and fight to win and go back to my old life. I have guts and a steady hand. I would be good with a spear or knife and I took a basic plant class. I have a burly figure and have a temper but I am really bad with traps. Not much but better than some. 

Districts 4 and 5 are by far the most coddled. They are the richest in the Capitol. Never worked at all. I actually stood a chance. Well, I needed rest if I wanted to win this thing because no way the great strong Casimir would die. With my spirits high, I went to bed and just slept.

Word Count: 881  

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