A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. How heavy was this load? Surely Coin wouldn't make us carry this to the Court after running and training! I collapsed on my knees just to see Finnick appear in front of me, slinging the load of his shoulder like it weighed 2 pounds.
"Need help, Catnip?" He asked, crunching a sugar cube in his mouth. "Want a sugar cube?" He was using Gales's nickname for me. Finnick opened up his palm revealing 5 cubes stacked neatly on each other. I glared at him.
"Keep you and your sugar cube addiction to yourself," I replied. Staggering back onto my feet, I tried to sling it over my shoulder like Finnick, but ended up almost strangling myself.
"Well, I'll still stick around later then," He glanced behind him. "Looks like Peeta's coming. Gotta go!" he tossed another cube into his mouth and sauntered off.
I gritted my teeth. He'd been following me around since we killed Snow, and never lets me have a bit of peace. The "AWESOME, HANDSOME, PERFECT" Finnick Odair is like a living legend in Panem. He won the Hunger Games nearly 10 years ago, using his "AWESOME" skills by weaving a net out of this strange vine and using a trident one of his sponsors gave him to stab people through the net. He's about 24, and married to this crazy mad girl called Annie Cresta from District 4 too. I see her glaring at me from across the court, and flipped her red hair before stalking off.
Sighing, I think I actually regretted sending Finnick away. WAIT, WHAT AM I SAYING?! What is wrong with me? I didn't like Finnick did I? Trying to keep the thought out of my mind, I lagged dragged the load to the pile of dirty sneakers, where the other sacks were.
Just then, Peeta appeared next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder."What's wrong?" He asked. I scooted away from him. For some reason these days, I don't feel as close to him as before.
"Just Finnick Odair bugging me again," I muttered. "Nothing's wrong."
"You sure?" He asked. His eyes were full of concern. Wrapping his arm around me, he took the sack from the place I left it, and threw it up the pile a little higher.
"Yeah…" I was starting to feel awkward. "Um, I have archery after this, see you later!" I ran out the door after that, not pausing to look back.
The archery class was not exactly a lie, since I DID have class today, but it might be canceled. I turned down the winding halls until I saw the familiar look of the archery room appeared.
I smilked. This was the only part I liked about living in District Thirteen other than safety, family, and friends.
Suddenly, my enthusiasm sunk as I saw who was in the large room.
Finnick Odair.
