Kill or Be Killed [Survival Games Fanfic] [ON HOLD]

[14] The Memory

// AntVenom POV //

I trailed behind the others, keeping my head down and hands in my jean pockets. Mitch and Jerome were walking together in front of me, giggling and flirting inconspicuously. It obviously wouldn't be long until they were dating. Jason, Quentin and Ian were sharing a joke, laughing. Ty was talking to Adam at the front of the group. All I did was hang at the back in silence. I just didn't like being alone. That was the only reason I stuck with them.

"Yoo, Ryan!" Ian called suddenly. Two guys were walking around nearby, chatting casually. They looked friendly enough. One of them looked up, and they stopped walking.

"Hey guys!" he called in response. The other one gave a friendly nod to the group. Ty and Adam led the way over to them, and I could do nothing but reluctantly follow.

"Who are they?" I whispered quietly to Quentin. He turned to face me.

"That's Ryan," he said, gesturing to the one who had spoken. "And that's Jordan. You probably know them better as xRpMx13 and CaptainSparklez." I nodded in response. Those names rang a bell somewhere. Quentin walked over to the pair, as did the rest of the group. They began talking, sharing casual conversations. It was great to be able to hang around with people from different districts. Quentin came from my district. If he didn't stick with this group all the time then I wouldn't either.

All I could do was stand awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable as the friends all shared words. Then, I felt a gaze heavy on my shoulders. I looked up from the floor to notice CaptainSparklez watching me. His eyes were hidden behind red and black glasses, and his coal-coloured hair was scruffy, roughly brushed across his face. He had faint stubble on his chin, and wore a perfected suit. I felt my face go a faint shade of red with his eyes on me, but forced myself to look back at him. Eventually, he looked away and continued to talk with the rest. I breathed out a sigh of relief, and returned to looking at the floor.

I was awoken from my dreaming by the sound of a cannon firing.