Blood Money (1) | The Inheritance Games

XIV. snow on the beach

"And it's like snow at the beach, weird but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible"

Ant stayed away from me for the rest of the week. 

I won the track contest. Xander, Jameson and their team won their American football game. Thea won her tennis game. Our schools golf player lost. Tristan lost in swimming. Our school lost gymnastics. Kassidy, Maja and their team lost the dancing contest. Our schools team is currently losing their baseball game in the final minutes — not that any of us are watching, we're too busy setting up for the party.

In other words, in about ten minutes, our school will have officially won 3/8 of our games. Which is pretty good considering there's 7 schools total. Our biggest rivals are currently St Miriam's, who have won 3 games just like us. Clearly the other schools aren't very good.

The only games left are soccer and volleyball. Which is why Avery, Amelia, Noah Jameson and I are all taking samples of our own blood right now per a deal with the medic. We're taking blood now to use for the mandatory blood tests so the alcohol we drink tonight won't show up.

We place the vials in a box and hide it under my bed. Each of us use a Peppa pig bandaid like before.

"You sure the weed from Monday won't show up? It's only Thursday." I say with worry.

"These tests are shit, they probably wouldn't show up after a day never mind four days." Jameson assures me.

"When are people coming around?" Noah asks, sauntering over to my bed and smirking when he sees my teddy bear. "About an hour." Maja replies.

I run over and grab it off the bed, lobbing it in my bag out of his sight. He snickers and ruffles my hair, walking past me and talking to Xander now. The ghost of his touch lingers and causes a bright blush to paint my cheeks.

"Is that really what you're wearing?" Thea asks me with brutal honesty. "Excuse you?" I scoff. I'm wearing one of my tight gray baby tee that says 'Overworked and Underfucked' along with a pair of low rise skinny jeans.

"Your baby tees with weird slogans are not party casual." Thea teases. "Well I wear them to every party, no going back now." I shrug carelessly.

"Really Spence?" Jameson rolls his eyes at the slogan. I stick my tongue out at him and flop down on my bed.

Per the request of my publicist, I'm posting a couple photos of me throughout camp week. She told me if I don't post every week people will think I'm dead. Which is crazy because Jameson hasn't posted in 6 months and nobody thinks he's dead.

You would think no photos would have been taken this week after Jenkins took all of our phones, but as it so happens, everyone at this school is fucking loaded and has second phones in anticipation of the phones being taken. Those who did not bring their second phones have became creative, carrying around iPads and even the DS's that we all had in like 2010.

I'm riffling through the photos taken by me and my friends. I pick the ones that my publicist would choose. One of me and my brothers smiling beside the bus, a photo we took specifically to post for publicity. A photo of Avery and I at dinner a couple nights ago, smiling politely with our arms over each other's shoulders. A photo of me getting my medal for track. A photo of me in my bikini about to swim in the lake. 

All of them are unnatural and were retaken about a thousand times. I make sure not to post any of the ones where my happiness is genuine. I want to appear likeable, polite and reserved.

Noah flops down beside me on my bed, looking up at my phone above my face. "Whatcha doin?" He asks with a smile. "My publicist told me to post." I roll my eyes.