Hating My Other Half (Jon Cozart)

Chapter 14: Un-Athletic Katniss

"Good morning sleepyhead." Jon roughly said, while he shook me.

I rolled over to check the time on my phone, 6:43AM.

"Why..." I groaned, rolling over to face him. Jon just smiled, and looked down at my hands.

"Let's go camping." He insisted, camping isn't exactly what I'm feeling right now. Especially while I still hold a small grudge on him.

He stared back up at my eyes, giving me a flirty look. I'm guessing he's wanting to do more than just camp, I didn't sign up for this.

"I didn't even pack..." I argued, Jon pointed at a zipped up bag. Shit, I don't think I'm getting away from this.

"Also, our parents are going to be here in about an hour to pick us up so..." I jumped out of bed, there was a huge lump in my throat starting to develop. Our parents are the worst people to vacation with, all they're going to want to do is try to keep us close as possible.

I hope Jon hasn't forgotten that we didn't choose this future, they did. Both of us weren't happy with the choice, and now they're forcing us to camp with them! Can life get any worse?

"Also, we're gonna be over there for about a week or longer." I thought too soon.

"When did they tell you this?" I snapped, Jon was getting dressed I should be doing the same thing.

"2 hours ago." He answered, I rubbed my forehead trying to process on what's happening.

When did they plan this exactly? Why weren't we informed a week in advance, not 3 hours before the trip.

How did they manage to raise kids!

"Get up, or we're gonna shouted at." Jon commanded, I jumped out of bed and stepped into the tub for a quick shower. I immediately got dressed, and put my long hair into a right sided braid. I kinda looked like an un-athletic Katniss.

Jon kicked me out of the restroom, in the mean time I was making sure he got all of my necessities inside the bag. Looks like he isn't bad for an arranged fiancé who barely pays any attention to the things I say, but manages to pack really well.

We should go on more vacations, without our parents.

He quickly walked towards me, and eyed me head to toe.

"Do you think they would approve of that tank top? Your cleavage, well it.." He stuttered.

"It what!" I bellowed, he stepped back and sat down on the bed while he waited for me to get done.

"Should I take any jewelry?" I asked, Jon just shrugged and kept scrolling through his phone. I'm taking that as a yes, but not too much. Jon doesn't communicate with words, he communicates with his eyebrows and shoulders.

I guarantee you will understand more when you look at his body language then when you listen to him talk, because he just babbles non sense.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Jon ran towards the door.

"Mothers!" Jon chimed, they stepped in looking around for me.

"Kay?" My mom looked at my chest, then back at me with an angry look.

"Mom..." I muttered.

"Change it now." She dictated, I swear Jon and my mom are the same people except different bodies.

Stomping into my room, I grabbed a swamp green shirt and slipped it on. It sure as hell covered my chest, just like my mom and Jon wanted. Is my chest too big to handle? Or do I just know too many perverts. Walking back into the living room, all of our parents settled with their smiling faces and wide eyes, at almost 8AM.

"Our cabin is beautiful, and it's perfect for us. 3 full rooms with bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a hot tub" Did I just hear Jon's mom say 3 full rooms? When there are 6 people, 2 happy couples with one confused couple and 3 rooms.

I was bad at math in high school, but I'm sure that comes down to Jon and I sharing a room, but even worse a bed.

I looked over to Jon who was handing out mugs with black coffee, I'm sure he doesn't mind being in the same bed as me after that kiss last night.

"I'm so excited!" Jon quaked, while forcing a smile on his face. I nodded, and added "Same, I went camping once and that was when I was 7 years old." The whole room broke out in laughter, oh I can't wait for this trip.