This is my first story and I know this chapter is kinda short, but the rest will be longer! Please review!

I do not own the Hunger Games in any way.


There he stood. His bright blue eyes were wide with confusion. He glances down at the water mere inches from his feet and swallows. I knew what I had to do. I touch Katniss's shoulder and say to her, not taking my gaze off Peeta; "I'll get him."

Stubborn Katniss replies, "I can." But I already dropped my weapons to the sandy island of the cornucopia.

"Better not exert yourself. Not in your condition." I flash one of my charming smiles and reach for her belly. It was true. "Cover me." I dive like always, perfectly, into the waters. Out of the corner of my eye I see Katniss raise her bow and look around the sand island. I quickly make it to the metal plate Peeta is standing on.

"You have got to come with me." I say as I flash the bangle with the flames out of the water, "Trust me." Peeta silently whimpers and nods his head and splashes into the water. I grab him under the arms and across the chest and swim back to the water island. He gripped my arm with his life and I felt power as I held this scared little bird under me. He did have a strength to him though. I could feel under my arms that he did. As I finally swim to Katniss again, Peeta automatically switches trust. He grabs her hand as she hauls him out of the water. Then he kissed her.

Jealousy? Why would I be jealous? But I did feel something. I don't know what, but I did indeed feel it. Snap out of it Finnick! You're in the Hunger Games for heaven's sake! I scold myself. Im dragged back into the conversation when Mags is mentioned.

"We can't leave Mags behind. She's one of the few people who actually likes me." I blurt out.

O.O.O

We run for the jungle. Mags perched on my back, with Peeta in from of the caravan and Katniss taking the rear. Peeta slices through the branches and fauna. I could see the sweat form on his back as we stalked the jungle territory. Soon I feel Mags growing tired from clinging to my back and ask for a rest. Katniss runs off to climb a tree or something. Peeta sits on the ground next to me.

"Thank you for saving me from that metal plate. I don't know how to swim." Peeta's cheeks grew red and looked down at the ground.

"That is nothing to be ashamed of," I put my arm on Peeta's reassuringly, "I bet more than half of the other tributes could either." Peeta gave me a warm smile. Katniss returned with a somewhat dark look on her face.

"What's going on down there, Katniss? Have they all joined hands? Taken a vow of nonviolence? Tossed the weapons in the sea in defiance of the Capitol?" I asked mockingly knowing exactly what she is thinking. I just need to get to the point. Make her understand. She needed to understand that these people were born killers, violence boiled in their blood. All except for Peeta. Charming, charismatic and intoxicating Peeta.