These are just a few things I am feeling:
Reckless.
Self-destroying.
Burning up inside.
And the most insane thing was that I didn't even want them to stop.
Because if they stopped, it would make it seem like he isn't even real. These raw feelings prove to me that he is not some god that I imagined.
I don't even want to learn about fishing skills to be quite honest but it was the only lesson Finnick and I shared together, seeing as he is older than me. He sits diagonal from me and he sits there, breathing, being, and looking like he should be a statue in Olympus. Sometimes he concentrates. Sometimes he puts his hand up. Sometimes he is joking around with his friends. Sometimes he is talking to a girl. But never does he ever look at me.
My dark hair creates a curtain that can cover me, but with enough gaps so that I can subtly look over my shoulder in his direction. He is my gravitational pull.
The bell rings and I sigh, instantly looking over at him. He is pulling his items together with ease and leisure; he has all the time in the world. I pace myself with him, and end up leaving the room at the same time as him. He holds the door open for me and I cannot even bring myself to thank him. There I stand, in the door way, gaping like an idiot. He coughs slightly, and I move on.
I walk slowly through the corridors so I am only a few spaces in front of him. I hear him talking to his friends about going out on a boat trip at the weekend. He has the most luxurious voice. No one notices. To them, he is just Finnick. To me, he is my Finnick. He just does not know that yet.
I probably will relate to every single typical school girl crush that anyone has ever heard of, but if only you could feel the storm inside of me. This storm is worse than any storm the ocean of District 4 has ever experienced. It is pure and raw and made of fire.
He stops my thoughts and dulls my senses, for all I see and hear is him.