I stepped out of the shower, glad to be clean again. Smiling and waving was more tiring than I thought. After getting dressed I decided I might go try to find Louis again. I really needed a heart to heart, I was on the verge of breaking down right then and there.
I walked out of my room and down the District 3 hallway, finding Greg standing there, leaning against the wall. "What do you want?" I growled. "How's the 'pretty girl' doing?" He asked, laughing. "I'm now in the mood for your shit right now, okay?" I snapped, trying to walk past him. He stopped me, then since he was about 5 inches taller than me, he leaned down and looked into my eyes. I looked away. "Whats wrong?" He asked, completely serious. "Nothing, I just need some fresh air" I lied, walking past him to the elevator. Of course, he followed me. "Seriously, whats up?" He asked again. I shook my head, "Nothing. And even if it was something, I wouldn't wanna tell you." I said, stepping off the elevator. We were already on the top floor.
"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Wouldn't this guy leave me the hell alone? "Because I don't like you, and I don't even know you!" I yelled, turning around. "Then why did you sneak off to see that District 11 boy? You don't know him!" He yelled back. Oh. So he did know. "Because I do know him." I said in a quiet voice. If I was honest with myself, I knew I didn't really know Louis. I had barely even talked to him twice. I was just going by what was written in the many letters we had sent each other. With that a tear slipped down my cheek, and I turned my back to Greg so hopefully he didn't see. But he did.
He walked up and put his hands on either side of my face, so I couldn't look away. "Whats wrong?" He asked me, looking into my eyes once again. A muffled sob escaped my throat, the tears still pushing their way down my cheeks. He engulfed me in a hug. Maybe he did have feelings.
I couldn't help but hug back, I needed something to hold me together, because I felt like I was falling apart.
