Chapter 3

Lunch is about to start and I find myself actually caring about the way I look. Dammit Finnick! No. I don't care what I look like, especially with Finnick.

As I start walking down the hallway towards the detention room, I pass Melvas locker, ninja style. When I showed up late to class this morning she gave me this look that I understood completely- I am gonna find out why you were later to class than usual. Somethings going on and I will find out.

As I try to sneak past her locker my plan fails miserably.

"Annie!", she shouts. Crap. "What the hell happened today, why were you so late? ", she asks way too agressively.

"Nothing, I just ran into some idiot on my way to class. He made me so late that I had to go to the office. Now if you'll excuse me, I have detention to attend."

Phew. Now that I have gotten that over with I can-

"Who was the boy?", she smirks at me as she says this. Double crap.

"Ummmm... It was Finnick Odair." I cringe as it comes out, knowing what comes next.

"OH MY GOD, ANNIE!", she almost screams as her jaw practically drops to the floor.

"Shhhh! It's no big deal, Melva, calm down. I gotta go." I say as I turn around and start walking towards detention again.

"Have fun!", she ads, smirking.

As I arrive at the door I take a deep breath. Why am I doing this? I hate Finnick Odairs guts. I couldn't care less what he thinks of me. And when this is over I will just go back to my normal life and he will go back to his. That will happen, right?

I put my hand over the door nob as I get lost in thought once more.

Surely there will be more people then just Finnick and I in detention today. There must be. Well I will just have to find out.

I slowly turn the door nob and step in.

"Hey butter fingers.", he says as he paints on that smile I hate. I look around. Oh no! There's no one else here but Finnick and I!

"Whats up?", he says in a very relaxed tone. I can tell by the way he props up his feet on a chair and leans back, almost as if this is his home, that he does this often.

He watches me from the back of the room, amused, as I walk in with a pile of books I intend to study, trip on the leg of a desk and almost fall on my face. I place my books on a desk in the front of the room, pull myself together and manage to say "Nothing much, just gonna study." What is happening to me?

"Study?"

"Yeah. Unlike you I have to actually try to get good marks in school.", I say flatly to him. He looks the tiniest bit hurt. Whatever. He deserves it.

I sit down, my back facing him, and start to study. I actually start making some progress when I feel something small and round hit the back of my neck. I feel around for it, find it and look at it. Anger wells up in me. Gross. It was a spitball.

I turn around and see him laughing. Fine. I grab a pencil and chuck it at his face. It hit him square in the forehead, right where I wanted it to. He looks shocked for a second and then grabs a wad of paper, crumples it up and chucks it at my face. I can't help but laugh as we both grab whatever we can find and chuck it at eachother. We are both laughing hysterically now. We are also standing up. We continue this little war for what seems like forever, every minute getting a little closer to one another.

We both look at the floor between us and see that there is one solitary pencil left, lying there waiting to be picked up and thrown. Automatically we both dive at it, pushing and shoving eachother away from it. We eventually stop killing eachother and just lie one the floor laughing. I realize how close together we are and stand up a little to quickly, slipping on the pencil. I land on Finnick and we both start laughing again. We both notice how we are now just staring at eachother, me being on top of him. His hands are around my waist, they were probably there right when I landed on him, supporting me.

"Uhh..." I say just as the bell is ringing for our next set of classes. We both get up, slightly giggling. He keeps his hands on my waist. Why am I not Doing anything?!

"Well", he says, taking his hands off my waist. "I should get going. I guess I'll see you around, right?" He winks at me.

"Umm, probably.", I say bitterly, realizing that I do not like him at all. Or do I? No, I don't.

I grab my books and rush out of the class, knowing that his eyes were fixed on me the whole time. For some reason, I can't help smiling.

Author's note- Hey! This is my first fan fiction ever so I will try my best to update it as much as possible. And if you like it please review it! Thank you for reading!

Also a special thanks to my beta to my amazingly awesome beta Snapstle. I think thats how you spell it.:)