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She kicks her leg in the air in an almost perfect standing dplit, seemingly just to get rid of some excess energy. "Nah, I'm hot blooded, remember?"
A memory of her practically climbing the bouncer at a club in the side alley flashes through my mind. "How could I ever forget? Even if I tried."
She flashes me a cheeky grin, knowing exactly what I'm thinking about. "You wanna come out with us tonight, babes?"
"Not tonight. Thanks though." I turn back towards the wall, curling into a ball, pulling the sheet over my head.
I don't want to go out.
I just want to stay in this fetal position.
And die.
I'm already crying out at this point, I'm all ranted out. I've yelled until my throat is burning, and now, I just want to sleep.
Sleep and forget.
Forget about Kingsley Baxter.
Forget about Alex.
Forget about my father's death.
Forget about my mother's death.
Forget about everything that brought me to this moment.
And forget that for a split second... I finally thought... that I deserved happiness.
Peeta sits on the edge of my bed, rubbing my back. "Hey, we don't have to go out. I'm just as happy to hang around here, if you need some company."
"NoImokayyougo," I murmur into the pillow.
"Girl, enunciate, what did you say?"
"She said,'I'm okay, you go,'" a male voice says from the doorway.
A familiar, elegant, deep, smooth like fucking butter, rip-my-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it male voice.
How did he find me?
I snicker humorlessly to myself. Of course he found me. Of course he knew I'd come here. Just like how he knew everything else about me.
"Well, well. It's Mr. Moneybags," Peeta purrs.
Even though she heard me ranting for the last two hours about some dickhead man who had broken my heart and betrayed my trust, she doesn't know it was Kingsley.
"Luna," he says.
And even though I'm still facing the wall, my eyes close, the tightness in my chest making it almost impossible to breathe at the sound of him saying my name.
"Talk to me. Luna, please."
Peeta squeezes my shoulder, picking up on the tension. "Er, Mr. Moneybags, you might have forgotten this since last time but, this is the women's room."
"Luna. Come out and talk to me," he insists, ignoring her.
"Dude, I don't think she wants to talk to you."
