Broken Ones

Clove-Chapter 16

//if anyone happens to remember from the third chapter I say that Clove receives a gold locket bracelet from Calista, I recently (I mean like really recently) changed it from a bracelet to a necklace. It just worked better

(Edited this entire story... that's gone now)//

I woke up to the blinding morning sunlight gleaming through the window. It didn't come across to me what today was, or how early it is. Clearly not after six, because I would have been awoken by Enobaria. I'm quite shocked because my internal clock is later that most; I naturally want to wake up at noon. I lift up my arm to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

Naturally, I debated whether or not it was worth getting up out of bed or not. Of course, the obvious answer was 'Yes, of course you have to get up.' , but the worst part is that I never actually do. There are many reasons why I don't want to.

One. The bed is warm. The air is freezing. I prefer curling up in a ball on my bed wrapped in the sheets.

Two. I'm always so tired. If I could sleep all day, I would. Well, that or listen to good music and throw knives but yeah. Pretty much that.

And three. I don't want to deal with the responsibilities the day brings. Sometimes I just wish I'm a normal teenager with a normal life... but then again normal is boring. Either way I don't want to wake up at 5:00 to go to the Academy. Not that that's my responsibility anymore...

I've lied in bed for a good fifteen minutes now, and I realize I probably should turn to figure out what time it is. The alarm clock is on the right side of the bed and it seems like it's going to take an immense amount of effort that I don't feel like using just to turn around.

After arguing with myself for about five minutes which actually was probably only thirty seconds, I decide to turn my body to check the time.

But I couldn't see the time, oh no. There was a large object covering the holographic clock. No, not an object, a person.

Cato Hadley is sleeping in my bed.

It took me a minute to completely grasp what was happening. Cato. Hadley. Is. Sleeping. In. The. Same. Bed. As. Me.

For a split second, I wanted to squeal and jump up like most girls my age who make eye contact with Cato, but then I realized I hate all of those girls so I hold myself back. As much as I truly do like him, I never expected this to happen. What's even worse, is that I don't remember anything after the roof. Did I get roofied or something? //yes. Pun intended.//

He turns his body, now facing me, and I just decide to turn back around and press myself slightly into his body and lay there, knowing this will be the last time I can do anything privately. From this moment on every movement I make will be televised nationally, and I want to keep the "bad ass career" vibe.

I was startled by a deep gruff voice coming from behind me.

"Hey." Cato groggily states, wrapping his arm around me. "What time is it?"

I yawn and shrug. "You tell me. Your giant ass body is in the way of the clock."

He chuckles and turns his head to see the clock before turning back. "It's 4:30." 4:30?!?

"Excuse me, what? How did I wake up at 4:30? That's so early! How is it so sunny outside?" I exclaim frustrated sitting up, still keeping my voice at a loud, almost screaming whisper that sounded like I was trying to violently whisper a heavy metal song.

He shrugs as best as he can laying down. "I don't know, maybe you're nervous. I mean we are going into a game of life or death. It's hard to think about it, but we are going to kill multiple kids our age or younger than us."