Chapter 19: Stella
"Jed, what happened to you?" Cole asks with concern, as Jed rubs the spot where Fuchsia kicked him for the third time since sitting down to dinner.
"Nothing. I just tripped over some rope in the knot tying station." He lies. "Right, Stella?" I nod, backing up his story. On our way up from training we'd agreed not to say a word to Torey or Cole about this because he’d ordered us to stay away from tributes like Fuchsia. Besides, I owe him one for not telling anyone about my little race.
"So there no problems with District 1, were there?" Cole asks a grain of suspicion in his voice.
"No." we chorus, trying ore best to sound innocent.
"Oh, that's not what Cashmere said when I saw her this afternoon." Cassia suddenly speaks up. I glare at her, willing her to shut up. But she ignores me and carries on. "She said that she and her tribute, I think her name is Rose or Lilly or something...”
"Fuchsia. Her name is Fuchsia." Jed informs us, I redirect my "shut up" glare from Cassia to him. He looks at me apologetically, realising he's said too much. Cole eyes us curiously.
"Our, that's it, Fuchsia. Anyway she said she and Fuchsia had come up with a plan to get back at you two and Cole. I can't possibly imagine what you did to upset her!" She babbles on, turning to our mentor.
"We just had a little disagreement, that's all", he answers with a dismissive wave of the hand, not wanting to give away the details to someone with such a lose tongue. He turns his attention to Jed. "This Fuchsia gave you that injury, didn't she?" Jed squirms in his seat, not answering. "Didn't she?" he repeats with more force.
"Yes." He answers, bowing his head, seeing that the evidence is all against us. "We had a sword fight and she kicked me in the shin."
"Who won?" Torey asks, sounding as neutral as ever.
"Does it matter who won?! Jed, I specifically told you not to interact with the Careers! I can't believe you disobeyed me! I'm disappointed in you, not just as your mentor but also as your father!" Cole says angrily, giving him the same lecture he gave me when he found out about the race (minus the "as your father” bit), oblivious to the four other people in the room.
"Sorry, Dad." Jed murmurs sheepishly.
"I want you to stay away from that girl from now on, she's trouble. Make no mistake about that." Now this I agree with, I can trust her as far as I can spit.
"But they should leave us alone now, right? It's one all, we showed them up and they showed us up, we're even." I say.
"Probably, but you’re on their radar now. They won't forget you when you’re in the area."
Despite Cole's outbursts I have not seen anything to justify my father's grudge. I know he wants to help us but whenever he's talking to us I can't help but think of what Dad said in the Justice Building about his broken promise. Even now I can't stop going through all the possibilities of what could have happened to shatter their friendship. I have never had the opportunity to ask him and I doubt he would give me an answer if I did.
My thoughts are interrupted by the footsteps of the Avoxes as they silently clear our table and lay out the desserts, which as nearly as colourful as the people who reside in this city. The Avox Torey smiled at enters, with a cake that's even bigger than the one two nights ago. But he seems unbalanced as he makes his way to the table, swaying left to right under its weight. Suddenly he legs give way and his whole body, along with the cake, is thrown forward! The scene in front of me seems to unravel in slow motion. I see Torey spring out of her seat to catch him before he hits the floor. The cake sails through the air and lands right in Cassia's lap. We all stay as still and as quite as statues for what feels like two minutes, but could only have been two seconds. Then everything speeds up again.
Cassia screams as if the cake is made of acid. Five pairs of eyes follow her as she clicks across the room in her very high heels to the bathroom, but the sixth is focused on the victor and the Avox. Torey gently helps him straighten up and her hand remains on his shoulder as she tries to comfort him.
"Don't be scared, I'm here. I won't let them punish you. God knows you've suffered enough." I hear her whisper to him. Not only does she say it with concern and compassion, she says it as if she knows the person behind the uniform and silence.



