“Exactly. We only spoke about it yesterday.” I repeated his words. “And yet you were eating the face of the first girl that spoke to you.”
Pete had the audacity to blush. “That’s different.”
“How is that different?” I argued, losing patience. I didn’t understand this Pete. He was always so nice and sweet. Playful but never hurtful.
He shrugs, looking proud of himself. “I’m a man.”
“A man keeps his word.” I shoot back. It’s true what they say about the Games. It changes people.
Pete rolls his eyes at me. He’s acting like I was being dramatic and nothing more. “I’m still claiming you. Don’t you know the games is about a little fun before settling down in a boring life?”
I laughed, very bitterly. “I do now.”
He gives me a pointed look, staring at me up and down. “You’re acting like
