You'll always be a joker to me.

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Luna's P.O.V.
We walk back to camp and spend the rest of the day trying to fix the camp. By nightfall, the boys were all having their party and I was sitting on a log when Felix sat down next to me.

"Glad to see you're ok."

"Yeah. I'm just glad you got Peter in time." I smile. Felix chuckled and we look at the boys dancing.

"You dropped this on the hill." He hands me back my feather.

"Thank you." I smile, putting it in my hair again.

"So why don't you ever celebrate with the other boys?"

"Don't know. Just not into it I guess." We hear clapping and everyone stops to see Jerome clapping. I see Felix's eyes darken and I look over to Peter to see him walking up to Jerome.

"What are you doing here?" We hear him asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here for my girl." Jerome smiled at me. I get up and go over to Peter and Jerome.

"Peter, let me handle this." Peter nods and goes back to where he was.

"Let me tell you something Jerome." I breath.

Luna (L)

                       (L) The heart wants what
                       the heart wants when I'm
                      standing on the edge. It's
                     time to make a choice. The
                     most repulsive one of all is
                     if I fall it's all my fault.

                      (L) The heart wants what
                      what the heart wants. I
                      know it isn't you.

I smirked at Jerome and walk up to him.

                        (L) Will you take this as a
                        hint I won't take shit from
                        anyone. You pushed too
                       hard. Took this too far.
Nothing's ever fair in love
                     and war.

I caress his cheek.

                      (L) Wipe that grin off your
                      face. You'll always be a
                     joker to me. Same old story,
                     same routine. Now that I've
seen the tricks up your
                    sleeve, I'm not one for make
                    believe.

                    (L) You use your illusions
                     to hide what's inside. Save
                    it for someone who buys
                    your love. You'll always be a
                    joker to me. But I'm not
                    laughing anymore.

                    (L) Well I can't say it's been
                    a pleaure. Just a pain and
                    quite a mess. I'm no damsel
                    in distress. A weight off my
chest. I can breath without
                  your hands around my neck.

Jerome wraps his hands around my neck but I shrug him off.

                    (L) You're mistaken if you
                    ever think you'll make
                    another fool out of me! How
                    pathetic can you be?

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