Chapter 2- So look up

I was thinking about you, thinking about me

Thinking about us, what we gonna be?

Open my eyes, yeah, it was only just a dream

Will she come back? No one knows

I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream

Just Dream-Nelly

In the afternoon, in her bedroom, Effie was sitting on her dresser removing the rest of her makeup but her mind was elsewhere. The blonde thought about what had happened earlier in the male locker room. Every time she thought about how Haymitch had treated her, she huffed annoyed, but then came his lips on her cheek and she blushed like a tomato.

"I must be crazy if I'm thinking about the lips of that drunk." Effie said, shaking her head in shock.

She barely knew him, had a few classes together and even before he had started drinking when he was on the football team, he was always with Chaff, his best friend and people said he had a girlfriend in another city.

"I bet this girl must have left him." Effie squinted, toppling her head to the side. She then decided to take a walk on the beach, because since she had arrived from NY she hadn't had time to look at the sea.

She put some lipstick and left home with the same clothes from early. Effie got into her red convertible and sighed happily, feeling the sea breeze hitting her hair as she drove to the beach. On the way she called Portia, asking if she wanted to go with her, since Seneca was with his friends but her friend said she needed to make some adjustments in her dress. Arriving at the beach parking, Effie took off her pink high-heels and walked across the sand with them in hand. The sun played shades of orange and red in the blue water and the blonde smiled. But soon this smile faded when she heard a voice behind her saying:

"Sweetheart, shouldn't you be doing a tanning in the salon or going to the mall?" Effie rolled her eyes, turning with hands on hips.

"Haymitch, shouldn't you be in a bar or passing out somewhere?"

Haymitch smirked, getting close to her, his men's cologne and the smell of drink invading Effie, and she tried not to melt. Haymitch tried not to be swayed by the sweet scent of Effie and jump on her. After all she was a Californian valley girl.

"The princess knows how to make a joke" He sat on the sand and signaled for Effie to sit beside him. But the blonde shook her head.

"I didn't bring a towel and the sand will smudge my clothes." This time who rolled eyes was Haymitch, saying 'silly', as he removed his shirt and deposited it on the sand.

"Haymitch..." She began, with her mouth open, her blue eyes lowering to his bare, tanned chest, feeling her face burn, but the guy just pulled her by the wrist, making her fall, sitting next to him, with her heart pounding, caught off guard by the movement. She stared at him, forgetting to be angry.

"Well, you look pretty without all that makeup and pose, princess." He said, staring at her clean face and Effie blushed to see that behind the smile, he was being sincere. Haymitch turned to the sea and for sometime, none of them said anything, just listened to the ocean and seagulls. Effie who had her hands on her lap, staring at them, asked:

"Why are you always drinking Haymitch?" The blonde took some time to respond and Effie stared at him, seeing his face free of any emotion and she was curious. He then said:

"To forget."

"Forget about what?" Effie insisted, looking at him, curious.

Haymitch, inside, was wondering why she was still there. She annoyed him by talking so much and being so futile, but for some reason, something in him told that she was not like the rest of the elite of Panem High School. But he still wanted to not believe. Haymitch turned and approached her quickly, leaving his face just inches from hers. Effie got scared and started to pull away a bit but Haymitch grabbed her arm, holding her there, his hot breath hitting her face.

"To forget that people like you killed my girlfriend." He said coldly and Effie frowned, not understanding.

"People like me?! Haymitch, I didn't know you had a girlfriend." She said outraged, but then her voice softened when she saw that he tried to hide the pain: "What happened to her?"

Haymich laughed humorlessly.

"Darius. My girlfriend lived in the nearby town and Darius, who left a party with his girlfriend after drinking so mich got her killed with his car." Effie was penalized, leading her free hand to her mouth. Darius had finished high school and had gotten into a car accident but had been released because of his father.

"Haymitch, my goodness. I didn't know."

Haymitch released her arm and Effie unconsciously rubbed her wrist. The blonde looked away, running a hand through his dirty-blond hair trying to block out the images of his former girlfriend he had loved for two years and with the other hand, sought a bottle in his pocket but Effie prevented him taking the bottle.

"Effie, give me the bottle." He said, without patience but Effie reached it up above her head and Haymitch started to move towards her, when she said:

"Haymitch, I know it's sad what happened but you can't live drinking, it will ruin you one day!" She said seriously and the blonde took a deep breath, trying not to go haywire and take the bottle by force.

"And why do you care sweetheart? Your boyfriend wouldn't like to know that you're worried with other guys." Effie opened her mouth in disbelief at what he had said and Haymitch took the opportunity to take the bottle from her. Effie crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes.

"You are too low." Haymitch sipped his bottle and pointed a finger at her:

"After all, what do you want?"

Effie sighed, deciding to say the true:

"The thing is, you need to go back to the football's team before Friday or I will be expelled from the cheerleading team." She said sincerely and straightforwardly and Haymitch gasped and looked shocked and accusingly at her.

"So this whole conversation about being worried with me drinking is just to let your position safe? Sweetheart, its your problem." Effie was despaired and touched his shoulder but he ducked.

"When I said that, it was truth, I don't think it's good for you to keep drinking, you'll waste your life!" She said, disgusted. Just because she wanted to continue being a cheerleader, didn't mean she didn't care about his life.

"Why do you care?" He asked, trying to understand that girl. Effie blushed as she narrowed her eyes. It was so humiliating, she had the perfect boyfriend, who every girl wanted, but her mind and body were betraying her, leading her to Haymitch, failing to stop blushing or getting nervous around him.

"Because since you kissed me, I can't stop thinking about you, are you satisfied?"

"Really, princess?" He asked, waiting for confirmation.

When she shook her head slightly, without looking at him, Haymitch pulled her by the waist and crashed his lips with hers. If Haymitch knew he would end ip falling for her, he would never have kissed her in the locker room and now, but he couldn't think straight. Effie's eyes widened, beating him with her fists, but without effect and slowly she started melting in his hands.

His lips were soft and he ran a hand down her back, while the other remained at her waist, keeping him glued to the girl. Effie responded to the kiss, her hands resting on his bare and warm chest, playing with a few strands of hair that were there and she sighed his name, as she opened her mouth and his tongue found hers.

The kiss became more intense and Haymitch's hand fell back to her tighs and she felt her heart beat faster, as she got more stuck with him. Effie had never felt so good, even with Seneca. The blonde's hand went to her shoulder, playing with her pink handle, his lips going from her mouth to her neck. Effie closed her eyes in a sigh.

"Haymitch."

He smiled on her skin, his lips soft on her neck and he was climbing his lips to hers again as she nibbled lightly on his lips before capturing them.

"Princess..."

Effie smiled at him as she kissed him with more intensity. When his hand started to lower her handle, she said:

"Haymitch, stop." She said in a serious tone, parting from him gently, her lips red. "We are on the beach!"

Both were flushed, realizing that they had kissed and Haymitch closed his eyes, taking a fist to his forehead, regretting that. There was a strange silence between them and then someone called from the car. Effie, already sitting at least five feet from the blonde looked at the car and saw Seneca, in the car waving. Effie forced a smile, devastated by betraying Seneca and when she got up, she heard Haymitch saying between a sip of drink:

"About your cheerleader's position? Forget about it princess." Effie's eyes widened in disgust and she walked out of there trying not to stagger her legs, keeping the straight posture, going to her car, near Seneca, carrying her shoes in her hands.