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It's that time of year again. Ladies and gents, the 70th Hunger Games. Yay.

It's around this time that I wish I had died back in the arena. But, I could have it worse. At least I'm from District four, and that means there's a good chance of somebody winning. I won't need to mentor for much longer. But, it's still a slap in the face every time a tribute dies in front of you. These Capitol people are sick.

There's only one good thing about this however. I'll get to see my long-distance girlfriend from District 7. Johanna. She won the games a year or so back. It was then that I really fell for her. And the victory tour...We have been making it work for a few years now. It's so worth it. She's adorable in a deadly way, and I love it.

The Capitol doesn't pay attention to her because they wouldn't expect me to fall for another victor. But they are so wrong. She is the only happiness I can manage to find these days. Just hearing her voice makes the nightmares disappear. But not for long. You see, it's best to be with a fellow victor because they know exactly what you have been through. I would go for somebody in my district but the most recent girl is Mags, my mentor. She's ninety- something. So...yeah, self-explanatory.

Anyway, the usual group has been reaped this year, nobody too special. But, I must say, the boy from 4, Derek, well, people are going to have to watch out for him, when he gets his hands on a sword...And with me as his mentor, he won't starve.

I'm getting off the train with him and the girl tribute, Annie, now. It takes a while because Mags is with us to; she refuses to use a wheelchair.

As soon as we reach the building I guide the tributes in, the escort takes it from there. Then I search for Johanna, she should be right about...THERE. I see her hair first, gently pulled back, then she turns and I catch her eyes. I run to her.

"Johanna!" I smirk.

"Finnick," she says, hugging me, "I've missed you so much!"

The rest of our time together was a blur, we didn't talk much, our lips were...occupied.

When I am finally called down for dinner I take an elevator down from floor 7 to 4. I walk into the dining room smiling gleefully. I see the tributes faces -depressed, worried, and unsure- and quickly wipe it off.

They are both 18, good looking, and extremely intelligent, most likely lethal with weapons too. The odds are in my favor this year. I think to myself, scanning Derek. He's got it in the bag. I look at Annie -brown hair, deep green eyes, and innocence- pity flushes through me. I have already chosen Derek to live by this point. She is going to die.

Dinner passes quickly and we talk strategy. They are both going in as the, the much expected, brave Career Tributes (as others call them), to be alliance with both 1 and 2. Same thing, every year, people have yet to defeat it.

To ease the tension, I do some un-called-for flirting with Annie.

"So, how come I haven't seen you around 4?'' I ask casually. She blushes. Good.

"I don't live near your part, but I have seen your posters for eh...underwear," she mumbles.

Ha, my underwear modeling is quite famous with the ladies. I smirk,

"Ah yes...Who did you two train with?'' I say changing the subject. I can't exclude Derek, I don't want him to think I am choosing favorites, although, I already have...And Annie needs some time to recover from imagining me in skin tight, gold undies. It's a lot to take in.

"Rodger's Edge." They both say. Interesting...I didn't know he was still in business… He did my training as well.

I could use some coffee. They don't say anything else so I decide to get up and get us all some. But Annie beats me to it, she gets out of her chair just before I do and says, "You guys want some coffee?'' Weird.

"No." Derek says a little too harshly, if you ask me. I glare a little, manners please, it says. I look to see if Annie reacted, she's looking at me.

"Oh, uhh, sure."I answer.

It's really too bad I couldn't get the coffee; I was going to do this bit when I seductively ask if the lady in the room wants a sugar cube. Some of my friends say I will still use that pickup line when I'm 70. It's probably true, it works every time.

What's taking so long? I look up; Annie is staring at the coffee debating something in her head. She soon snaps out of it, picks up a cube of sugary goodness and turns to me,

"Sugar cube?'' she asks, then pops one in her mouth.

Impossible. Quick you need to say something back!

"Sure, I'll have some sugar, Sugar." I say.

Oh, well, that was real original. Idiot! She puts three in my coffee and hands it to me,

"That was really bad!" she says, laughing.

Great. Of course, I really don't care if she mocks me. Wait, she is mocking me. It's usually the other way around! And she took my pickup line! Wait, pickup line. She used the pickup line, which means… Well done, well done Annie. If I was back home she would be my kind of girl. No. NO! I have Johanna, and Annie has…well, nobody.

I excuse myself from the table and head back to my room. Keep it together Finnick. You know her fate. Best not to get too attached. But it's too late.

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