Annie's POV
I remember when I was younger. I would watch him from afar, hunting with his father. They would leave early in the morning, and return in the evening. Finnick Odair was his name.
We grew up together.
At school, he sat on the other side of the classroom, at the back with all the other hunting boys.
I would sit in the lunchroom and watch him sit with all of the beautiful girls in our class, especially Cassida. She had beautiful flowing black hair, stunning green eyes, and her manner was impeccable; you knew her father was the mayor of District 4. She did what she wanted; she always paid off the peacekeepers. She could afford to.
Day after day, Cassida and Finnick would sit flirtatiously giggling together, and only once did I catch Finnick's eye. He gave me a strange look.
If only he saw the poems I made for him.
My family doesn't hunt, we weave fishing nets.
The first time Finnick talked to me, he said he would teach me to hunt, teach me to swim, if I taught him some basic knotting.
I wonder if he remembers that day, watching the sunset together. We were no more than 5 years old.
He has Cassida now.
I'm strangely jealous, but I don't want him to see.
His eyes sparkle when he looks around, when he looks at me. I notice. I love his eyes; they are a perfect almond shape. The type of eyes that even an artist cannot convey entirely.
Finnick's POV
Cassida keeps sitting with me. I don't know why. She says that I don't want her as an enemy, that her father has control of four.
I can't anger Cassida. But I don't want Annie to think I'm flirting with Cassida, either.
I'm almost sure that Annie and I would go perfectly together.
I wonder if Annie remembers that day on the beach, all those years ago. I told her I would teach her to swim. After all, we come from district 4.
I'm going to go up to her after school today, determined to talk to her. Cassida is going home early, so she won't find out.