The Prophet and his Prophetess

Riiiing! Riiiiing!
I hate that alarm.
Riiiiiing! Riiiiiing!
I fucking hate it.
I groaned as I got out of bed. Eve was not in the tent. Great. She got up early. As usual.
I walked out of the tent and towards the dining hall for breakfast.
As I entered and got in line, I felt anxious. Because I knew that nobody else knew me.
"Katrina!" A female voice yelled.
I felt someone jump onto my back, almost as if asking for a piggy-back ride. I could tell who this girl was.
"Eve, for the millionth time there is no reason to nearly murder your best friend to say hi!" I laughed.
"Hey. I'm just happy you even got up this morning." She smirked, trying to annoy me.
I was about to elbow her in the ribs when a blonde girl turned around and chuckled at our behavior. At least that's what I assumed looking out of the corner of my eye. I guess Eve noticed too because she smiled at the blonde.
"Hey!"
"Hello!" The blonde replied. "I guess this is Katrina?" She glanced at me.
"Oh, right!" Eve smiled. "Kit, this is Katrina." She turned to me.
"Katrina, this is Kit."
Kit seemed to be almost exactly like Eve. Except she wasn't skinny like Eve and she was blonde. She almost had some similarities to me.
"Can I braid your hair?" Kit asked.
"Sure." I replied casually. I guess Kit's hometown never allows girls with red hair to love there or something. She obviously had never seen a redhead before because she was all etcstatic about how red my hair was as she braided my hair.
"I never knew The Wild Ones needed a hairstylist." I joked.
Kit chuckled and replied. "Well, the girls should have some girly-girl time when they can."
Eve seemed to not be paying attention because after not hearing her laugh and only hearing mine harmonize with Kit's, I turned to see her staring at a young man. He was shirtless and had a tattoo on his stomach that said OUTLAW. Yes, in all caps.
"That's Ashley Purdy." Kit replied. "Apparently he's called 'The Deviant' or 'The Outlaw' because he has been said to be mischievious."
Eve blushed. Oh, Eve. She always tended to obsess over boys, especially the badboys.
I wonder why she didn't act like that when she saw Andy *cough* Prophet the day before. He didn't seem any different than Ashley in the whole macho gettup.
"You like him!" Kit said softly in a sing-songy tune to Eve as she leaned on her shoulder, batting her eyes. It was like they already knew each other and were best friends or something.
She's not supposed to be Eve's best friend, I am.
Eve seemed embarrased as her cheeks turned red. "What?"
Kit batted her eyes again. "Hello, Mr. Purdy my name's Eve Black." She spoke in a southern-belle tone. "I just think you're the most handsome man that ever existed and I would be honored if you would marry me and be the father of my children."
I bursted out laughing loudly like a hyena. That probably drew a lot of attention on us.
"He's cute... but seriously?" Eve laughed. "That sounds nothing like me!"
"Who said I couldn't exaggerate a little?"
Eve raised an eyebrow.
Kit burst out laughing. "Ok! It was a lot!"
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After getting our breakfasts put on our plates on trays, which was eggs and pancakes, we looked for a table to sit down at. I wanted
to sit at an empty table, but Kit and Eve decided to sit at the table where Ashley was sitting. Well, just Kit. Kit dared Eve to.
Eve and Kit sat on the one side, right next to Ashley. Ashley seemed pretty friendly as he said hello to Eve and Kit and talked about training and stuff. I sat at the other next to a young man with short, dark, flippy hair. And right when he turned to face me, I knew exactly who he was.
Prophet.
The way he looked at me seemed different than the day before. His eyes seemed to light up in a way, but the rest of him looked so serious.
His eyes were blue. So blue. Were there eyes more beautifully shaded blue than his?
His cheekbones, his collar bones, his lips, that lip ring.
He was so mesmerizing...
No... No.
*Katrina what the hell are you doing?! You hate him!* I thought to myself.
"Katrina..." A female voice spoke.
I realized that moment how tall he is as I looked away. I guess I was staring into space because then I felt a rough and painful kick into my shin. Dammit. Eve could be a little nicer when it comes to getting my attention.
"Katrina!"
I turned my head quickly.
"Huh?"
"Are you really fighting against the guys for training?" Kit asked.
I forgot. Jason placed me with the guys instead of the girls. Because I was more quick in strategy and stronger than the girls.
I saw Eve glance at Prophet and then back at me with a smile before raising her eyebrows in a perverted form to annoy me again.
I took a bite out of my pancake from my fork and nodded.
"She really kicked ass when she was tested for her placement group." Another man spoke.
CC. One of the judges. Known as 'The Destroyer' because he could even kill a cheetah with his bare hands. Well he was strong enough to. He actually did kill a cheetah with his bare hands. You would never think he was a really nice guy. Which surprisingly he was. He was there with Ashley and Jason. They were all surprised what I could do... being a girl.
"She could probably kick some of the guy's asses while training today." Ashley said which got everyone to chuckle, except for Prophet.
"We'll see." He said with a smirk glancing at me.
I opened my mouth to say something as the alarm went off and everyone got out of their seats to head to training.
I wanted to punch Prophet in the face, but another part of me said not to.
The other part of me wanted him.
The other part of me needed him.
No way is that going to happen.
I am fine on my own.
I think...

Notes

Re-uploaded. I apologize for the spam of the chapters! This is the last!
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