The Husband Games: 5SOS Edition

Chapter 8 - Interviews

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“What were you thinking Jayson?!” 

I groan, blinking a few times, holding an icepack to my forehead, whilst Anna holds another one on my left shoulder.

“I mean, the four of you were displaying what District R was like at a party, you have a reputation to uphold! Now all of the other tributes are going to think so little of you and your antics.” Steffie scolds the four of us as we all sit in the lounge of our penthouse suite. 

I’m still in a lot of pain, after the whole ‘jumping off the table thing’ but luckily I’m not too badly hurt. Just a few bruises and scrapes, nothing a bit of fabulous Capitol makeup wont fix….right?

“You’re lucky to be in one piece after an antic like that!”

I sigh, I know, I should be grateful. I’m stupid. But I was just trying to get involved in the party.

Thank goodness for the fluffy rug that broke my fall.

Now I’ve just got to get through the interviews and these games can finally begin.

“Now, the four of you, off to bed! Interviews are tomorrow and I need you all to look bright eyed and bushy tailed. I don’t know what Etsy is going to do with you tomorrow though Jayson…” Steffie instructs, and the four of us nod, getting off of the couch and scurrying out of the lounge.

“Anyone know what the time is?” I ask, feeling like my hands are going to drop off from the three freezing icepacks I’m holding.

Lucy looks at her watch, “Like, one in the morning. No wonder Steffie’s cranky, if you hadn’t have jumped off of that table, we could’ve snuck back in here without her noticing.”

I sigh, “Sorry Lucy, sorry guys. I’m stupid.”

Lucy giggles a little, “We know. Now get some sleep. We’re all going to need it.”

The four of us give each other a quick wave before disappearing back into our rooms.

As soon as I shut the door on mine I drop my ice packs on the ground and run to the bathroom to try and bring some life back into my hands.

“Please don’t fall off, I know you want to, but I need you!” I mutter to my discoloured fingers as I run them under the hot water of the taps in my bathroom.

And then, I decide to have a one AM shower. Because I feel kinda gross, and also, why not?

“Ow, ow ow…” I complain, as I try to pull off my dress and bikini underneath, wincing in pain. I’m going to be a bruised girl tomorrow. Oh joy.

“God, Jayson! Grow up a little! Why are you acting all immature here in the Capitol?” I scold myself, pushing the panel in the shower area to turn a nice flow of water on.

I step under it and sigh in relief as a nice hot stream begins to pound against my back, washing all of my silly antics down the drain with it.

I need to grow up a little, I mean, this is a competition to marry someone not just anyone, but Luke Hemmings.