What's up guys?! Alright soooo Chapter 7 of the other fanfic should be up by the end of tomorrow. Depends how busy I am. My writing app is being annoying and not saving, so now I have a backup -_- This chapter is a little short. I finished chapter five! I'll pit it up when I finish 6. I see you guys like this fanfic! It's growing at a faster rate than In Peeta's Eyes! I have like 99 visitors and 200 views! Thanks! When I finish chapter 7 of IPE, I'll be alternating which chapters for which stories that I post. Does that make sense? Anyways review review review! I'll do the 75th Hunger Games (The one in Catching Fire) when I finish The Hunger Games in Peeta's perspective. Then, you can see what Peeta feels like and Finnick too! Hope you're enjoying the fanfictions I write (I know HungerGamesFan11 probably is, Bunnyluv by the email you've sent me -_- , and Mrs. Mellark by your review!)
But enough of me blabbing on. Enjoy the chapter!
The Peacekeeper leads me into a car. Dahlia's already sitting inside. In no time at all, we're at the train station. The tribute train will take us to the Capitol very fast.
We walk into the station and cameras snap our pictures. Reporters come asking questions. "Are you and Dahlia dating?" one of them asks.
"No," I say as she says yes at the same time. I glare at her. "We're not dating and I don't plan to ever date her."
I storm past the reporter, waiting for the doors of the tribute train to open. Dahlia catches up with Aliya and the cameras swarm upon us. The doors open and I step inside. While the doors are beeping, more reporters shoot us questions. I answer most of them, so Dahlia won't say the wrong thing again.
"Finnick, how did you get that wonderful tan?" asks one reporter.
"I'm always on the beach. Walking, running in the sand, and I always swim in the water," I say.
"Finnick, do girls chase you home? If so, do you run away or let them come?" another reporter asks.
"Of course, I mean look at me! A better question to ask would be, why wouldn't they?! Of course I let them chase me, what can I do? I just want my privacy and they all want a part of me. They want to see my smile, feel my muscles, share a wink, and most of all, get a kiss. I do give one occasionally, but you have to be the right person," I say, flirtatiously. Dahlia sighs dreamily.
"Can I see your smile?" a reporter asks.
"Of course!" I say, smiling my pearly white teeth.
"Can I feel your muscles?" one reporter asks.
"Go ahead," I say. The attention is wonderful and no doubt this news is going around Panem. I wonder how Annie feels about all this.
"Wow! They're so hard! My husband can't even get these muscles and he, like, works out!" the reporter says after touching my muscles. It's clear in the way she speaks that she's from the Capitol.
One reporter winks at me and I wink back. She's saying into her mic, "Oh my gosh, he's winking at me!"
"Could you uhh kiss someone? Like right now?" another reporter shouts.
"Sure," I say, casually.
I grab Dahlia by the waist, bringing her into a dip, and kiss her on the lips. She faints.
"Fourteen and already seventeen year old girls love you! Amazing!" one reporter says.
The doors of the train slide close and I wave at the reporters while cameras snap pictures of me still holding Dahlia. When the train finally pulls away from the station, Dahlia comes to, but says, "Did I do a good job of acting my faint?"
Suddenly, I am mad, so mad that she played me. "Sure," I say, tossing her to the side like a rag doll. She almost hits the wall before she regains her footing.
"Why don't I show you to your rooms?" Aliya asks, trying the ease the tension. "Yours first, Finnick."
She leads me to a room in which I slam the door in her face. The walls are painted a nice blue-green. It calms me. The bedspread matches the walls. The lamp next to the bed appears to be modeled to a jellyfish. I wander around, getting the feel of my chamber. There's a bathroom with a shower stall, a sink, and a toilet. Colorful rugs cover the floor. I step back into the bedroom part and spot the dressing area, but I've had enough exploring already.
I sit on my bed and touch the sheets. They're made of silk, just like my own bed back at home. Then, after a while of this, I remember something. I pull the present that Annie gave me to wear in the arena. It's a necklace, a long chain of green dyed leather. There's a shell, the shell I gave her this morning before the reaping when we were about to kiss. I read what appears to be carved into the shell.
"Finn, the boy I love is not a monster."