For the Valentine's Day challenge: Write about someone making a confession.
Warnings: Interesting language and anti-Odesta.
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Finnick Odair was not having a good day.
He woke up to find only three strawberries in his food closet. As he was slicing the strawberries, he accidentally nicked his finger. As soon as Finnick had cleaned up the blood, he discovered that the strawberries were bad.
The lack of food frustrated the living hell out of him, so Finnick decided to go throw around his trident, only to find that his little brother had taken every last trident to go fishing. He threw on some boots to go chase after his brother just as the telephone rang.
It was Ophelia Duvet calling. Finnick deepened his voice and told Ophelia that this was Crest Odair, Finnick's father. She should probably call back later since Finnick would be busy for quite some time. The woman disgusted Finnick so much that he hung up and gagged. Mags called a minute later, asking him if he could get her some pears from the market.
Since Finnick felt absolutely terrible, he found some nice clothes and went to take a shower. The water wouldn't get past forty degrees. Finnick sighed in frustration, threw on the clothes, and headed out to the market. On the way down the steps in front of his house, he tripped over a package wrapped in yellow paper and split his lip. Without another thought, Finnick grabbed the package and tossed it into the garbage bin.
A posse of girls formed as Finnick walked through the market. Some asked him how his day was going, and one asked him to buy her an apple. He got a can of pears (the last one on the shelf) and ducked behind a hut, evading the squeals of the local girls.
Finnick's hunger had grown into a monster living in his stomach, so he bought a knife from an old man and began shoveling the pears into his mouth. A brave seagull swooped over his head and knocked the can out of his hands.
No, Finnick Odair's day was far from good.
To make it all worse, some random girl was sitting on his favorite spot on the beach. A closer look told Finnick that it was Johanna Mason.
He would've appreciated her company if he hadn't been having a terrible day.
"You look like hell." Johanna noted, making Finnick even angrier.
"You don't know what hell looks like." He growled. Johanna's smirk disappeared and was replaced by an icy cold glare. Finnick immediately regretted his words.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it." He apologized.
"Whatever." Johanna hissed. Finnick turned to walk home.
"See you later, Jojo."
Johanna grabbed Finnick's arm, spun him around, and brought her fist across his face. Finnick coughed out blood and stood hunched over.
"That was incredibly stupid." He grunted.
"Me, stupid? Calling me 'Jojo' is the single most stupid thing you've probably ever done, you son of a bitch!" Johanna spat.
"Oh, yeah? What's the stupidest thing you've ever done, bitch?" retorted Finnick. Johanna bit her lip.
"I haven't done yet, brainless." She said.
"Oh, yeah, then do it, stupid."
"No."
Finnick was treated to another punch. His day was practically tossed in a black hole of terrible. Johanna glared at him like he had killed her family (or alluded to their deaths, which he had). Still, he knew that there were a few more buttons to punch.
"Why? Are you scared?" Finnick taunted. "Coward."
"I am not a coward." Johanna muttered. "Shut up, Odair."
"Poor little Johanna, the scared little coward. Too weak to save her own family."
"Fine! Fine, I'll do it! Shut up!"
"Yeah, right. You're too stupid to do anything worth doing." Said Finnick. Johanna bit her lip nervously.
"I love you." She whispered, and smashed her lips against Finnick's.
No, Finnick Odair's day was far from bad.
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There's the story. Hope you liked it.
