Run Away With Me (Hunger Games)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

'He was just hanging around, then he fell in love and he didn't know how''

“Peeta” I hissed.

“Peeta” I repeated. He began to stir.

“Yeah?” he asked. “We’re here” I said. He rubbed his eyes awake.

“What time is it?” “About half past 1 AM” I replied.

“Good. I made reservations somewhere. Well actually my mom”he said.

Even this early, he’s still that talkative.

“Great. I might crash soon” I stopped at the side of the road and we switched seats again

I rested my head on the window, watching the bright lights. Eventually, I averted my eyes. It was getting too bright. I blinked my eyes and looked at my lap.

“Bright isn’t it?”

“Very” I answer

 “The city that never sleeps, Welcome to New York” I smile sleepily but remained silent.

“Are we far?”

“Not far. About a few minutes from now”

“Is it expensive?”“No…” he sounded unsure.

“Well I for one haven’t been there”

“From what you told me about your parents, I’m guessing it is”

“I hope not” he sighed.

We made a left turn and we stop in front of this hotel. It looked modern and grand at the same time.

“I’m still hoping” Peeta said as we pulled in front of the doorway.

They opened the doors for us and I stepped out, feeling a little out of place. There were people staring. I wouldn’t blame them. We were on the road for about 18 hours. We probably look terrible. I know I do.

“Are these all?” one employee asked, gesturing to our bags, which consisted of one leather backpack from me and one from Peeta. Plus the bag for the camera.

“Yeah” Peeta said awkwardly.

I followed them inside and stayed behind Peeta as he talked to the receptionist.

“Here. 5th floor, room 511”

“We share a room?” I asked nervously.

“We have separate beds… is that a problem?” he asked, concern lining his tone.

This place was probably expensive, judging by the glass decorations and getting another room would be asking for too much.

“I’m fine” I said dryly.

“Alright, well here we are” The elevator dinged and we stepped out.

We found the room quickly and shut the door. I lay on the bed almost immediately. There were two beds, big enough for a person to occupy one.

“Do you want anything?” Peeta asked, picking up the menu.

“No thanks. I’m good” I said, still on my back.

I let my boots drop on the floor. “Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Positive. Besides it’s expensive” I reasoned.

“I’m not paying for this” he said.

“Then who is?” I asked, sitting up.

I spotted my reflection on the window. My hair was a mess