I'm Not Who You Think I Am (Team Crafted & Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Snow's P.O.V.

I woke up and blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the light. 

Wow, it was already morning.

Morning?

God dang it, that meant Jason let me sleep the whole night.

"Jason?" I called out softly.

He appeared at the entrance of the cave. "How do you feel?"

"Sore, but better." I admitted. "Why'd you let me sleep all night?"

"Because you saved my life and got attacked by a pack of wolves, I thought that was the normal human response." 

I rolled my eyes. "You know I hate it when you do that."

"Now you know how I feel. Every. Day."

"We've been in the Games for less than a week." I said grinning. "Speaking of the Games, who was the tribute who got killed yesterday?"

"Winnow." Jason murmured. "I didn't want to wake you so I didn't."

"So, what're we doing today?"

"I'm going to cook some food. You are going to rest." 

"Just because you got your way yesterday, does not mean I will do everything you say." 

"You're arm-"

"I have two of them for a reason. I don't like feeling helpless." I said.

"You're not helpless. You just need to take a break, okay?"

I sighed.

"Please Snow? Come on." Jason begged.

"Fine." I grumbled sitting down on a stump. "I'll just play with my knives."

"That's the sentence every parent wants to hear!" 

I laughed and adjusted my ponytail. He began to cook something and I started to get used to my knives.

Plenty of poisoned blades (poison activated with a button), a double bladed knife which I could use as a sufficient boomerang, a blade that was serrated for sawing, there were endless selections. Which was good since I lost a lot of knives to the wolves.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Jason. Noting every move he made, everything he did, which sounded really stalkerish, but in reality it was just something I did in general. Carefully watching someone, and "classifying" them. Like whether or not they could be a dangerous enemy. 

"You analyzing me again?" Jason said interrupting my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked standing up. "Did you just suggest that I'm 'checking you out?'"

Jason turned red. "No! I was just asking if you were analyzing me again! You do that a lot, I mean, you like, I mean...uh, nevermind."

I raised an eyebrow. "No seriously, what do you mean?"

"You like...I don't know, concentrate on someone or something out of the corner of your eye a lot. It's like your analyzing them or something. I see you doing it a lot so...yeah. I just thought that's what you were doing to me." he said awkwardly.

"Wow, you notice a lot." 

"Not really, just about you." he admitted. He turned even redder. "I mean-"

I laughed. "Jason, it's fine. I get what you mean."

"I wanted to tell you something." he murmured.