Lovise Holst-Mathiasen
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"Fuck," I cursed, awakening up, caressing the back of my head.
"Are you okay?" A male soft voice asked me.
I blinked, slowly sitting up, and when I got my eyes used to this bright light, I looked down at myself, finding me smelling clean and like cinnamon, no tomatoes in sight, and dressed all in black leather.
"Damn, I look hot," I giggled, sitting up and taking a better look at my body, at the high waist pants, the combat boots that add some good 5 cm to my height, the long sleeved turtleneck shirt, and to what looks like a corset on my torso, all really tight, marking all of my curves. Passing my hands over my hair, I found it in two root boxing braids, so long it came down my waist given how long my hair naturally is. "Damn."
"Crazy bitch," a grumpy male voice snapped.
"What? You don't think I look hot?" I mocked, standing up and all but admiring myself. "I look really hot in black, but I'll look better in red."
He scoffed, "Oh, you definitely will, when I kill you."
I rose my head, finally looking at the guy, finding a brown broad guy sitting at the further left of the train wagon we are in, with buzzed honey hair, and monolid honey eyes, full lips and definitely tall, handsome. "26."
"What gave me up?" He mocked, all dressed in black.
"I've studied the common physical traits of each area, their history from the old world, 700 years ago, and the surviving country that made up what was in the beginning area 16, and is now area 26, was Philippines. You fit on that," then I turned to guy who was kind to me at first.
Pale white, ice blue eyes, straight brown hair, tall, broad shoulders, and with a strong accent and larger but thinner lips.
"That makes you the tribute from 28, the old area 25, once the great country of Russia, the biggest in territory back then," he nodded softly. "I see," I looked around the wagon, finding a big TV showing a list of people, the chosen ones of the 100th game. "As I thought, only child, all adults, and nobody over 50, I'm the second youngest, and it's a fair amount of males and females, 14/14."
01 – Dominic Haynes, "Dom" – 23-year-old male
02 – Nikolla Agolli, "Niko" – 22-year-old male
03 – Yamina Abdel Nour, "Mina" – 25-year-old female
04 – Marino Pinotti, "Mar" – 27-year-old male
05 – Nia Amaechi – 31-year-old female
06 – Pedro Lucas Moreira, "Luca" – 22-year-old male
07 – Shí Meifeng, "Mei-Mei" – 23-year-old female
08 – Divya Chandrakar, "Divy" – 38-year-old female
09 – Esmeralda Flores, "Mera" – 33-year-old female
10 – Anastasie De Saint-Pierre, "Ana" – 12-year-old female
11 – Emilia Matthews, "Lia" – 43-year-old female
12 – Krystyna Zadrozny, "Krys" – 29-year-old female
13 – Navid Makhmalbaf, "Navi" – 50-year-old male
14 – Seathan Mac an Luaimh, "Sea" – 31-year-old male
15 – Ballinderry Ó Gnímh, "Derry" – 28-year-old male
16 – Isidore Panagiotopoulos, "Pan" – 26-year-old male
17 – Gwenllian Baines, "Gwen" – 24-year-old female
18 – Dragan Matijević, "Rag" – 22-year-old male
19 – Hans Van Barneveld – 23-year-old male
20 – Bozkurt Hașim, "Kurt" – 25-year-old male
21 – Sirild Bjørnehaven, "Siri" – 23-year-old female
22 – Akari Yoshi, "Yo-Yo" – 27-year-old male
23 – Min Hyerim, "Rim" – 23-year-old female
24 – Cahyani Atmadja, "Hya" – 24-year-old female
25 – Vivi Nykvist, "Vih" – 29-year-old female
26 – Joselito Mabilangan, "Jose" – 25-year-old male
27 – Lovise Holst-Mathiasen, "Love" – 21-year-old female
28 – Timofey Sarnova, "Timmy" – 23-year-old male
"Two elders. Areas 4, 7, 10, and 20 also repeated the bloodlines for a change, all children or family of their previous tributes," I tilted my head. "And what's with the nicknames this year?" I scoffed, cringing. "Who even told them my nickname? Ugh, I don't want those people calling me by it."
"It might… it might be because it's the 100th game."
I turned to Timofey Sarnova, "Do I call you Timofey or Timmy?"
His cheeks blushed, "What… whatever you want."
Narrowing my eyes at him, I tilted my head, "Were you crying?"
"Why aren't you crying? Are you a psychopath?" Hot boy snapped.
"I wasn't talking to you, Joselito," I scoffed.
"It's Jose," he hissed.
Oh? So he doesn't like his name? "Anyways, Joselito," I grinned like a mischievous brat, which I'm in my right to do here, as I'm the second youngest, that has its perks, "I am not crying because this is my fate, I have been expecting this since I was 10 years old, I'm mentally prepared for this. Besides, I've cried all of my tears when my brother and my mom died, and Greta abandoned me, I'm positively dry, like a cactus. Not a psychopath. Though I would make a hot psychopath, wouldn't I?"
His cheeks reddened, "You narcissistic bitch, you will die."
"No, I won't," I winked and his cheeks reddened. "You're hot."
Jose gasped, redder, "What? Why are you saying that?"
"I'm flirting with you," I said very directly.
"Why are you flirting with me?"
"Why not? You're hot. I'm hot. We could make out," I blurted.
Timofey choked on a laughter and instantly covered his mouth as Jose glared at him, then back to me. "Stop. You're 27."
"I'm 21," I played with him, pointing at the tv, "and you're 25."
"You are from area 27," he growled.
"Not for too long, I'll be from area 1 at the end, and you'll be from area 10, we'll both be in the top 10, so, why not? Nobody will want us right now, anyways, they don't want anybody from low levels like us, which they will definitely regret at the end of this," I giggled mockingly.
"Haynes will be in 1st, they always are," Timofey groaned.
"He'll be in 2nd this time," I rolled my shoulders.
"She's full of bullshit," Jose snapped. "Crazy bitch."
"Are you gay?" I asked and his jaw dropped.
"What? Of course, not. I'm straight," he gasped.
"Oh? Well, then we're quite the fruit salad," I chuckled.
"What do you mean by that?" Jose frowned, glaring.
"Timmy is gay, I'm bi, you're straight."
"What?" Timofey cried. "H-h-how?"
"My intuition is sharp," I winked at him. "I'm very smart. I mean, my clan is the only one that has ever taken the 1st stop from Haynes, and even though that happened 30 games back, it happened, it's in my blood, and the only reason they focus on us, it's to avoid that from happening again. And it will," I grinned, standing up, going to Jose. "Have you ever kissed?" I asked.
His eyes narrowed, "Can't your intuition tell you that?"
"Want to play with me?" I walked closer to him.
He parted his long legs, leaning back, comfortable, "What game?"
"A guessing game," I stood in the middle of his legs.
Swallowing, his eyes ran down my body, lingering in my hips, and then in my generous breasts, before coming back to my eyes, he clenched his jaw, struggling to control himself. I can tell he wants me, I do too.
I should enjoy this while I can.
As soon as we get to the arena, we'll be game rivals, but not now.