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By the way, I'm going to be adding a "song of the chapter" that relates to the content of the correlating chapter. Today's song is: Don't Phunk With My Heart by The Black Eyed Peas;)
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
I abruptly am woken up by the seventh period bell signaling the end of Mr. Winchesters' class. And I don't really feel that bad about falling asleep in their class. Don't get me wrong I like Mr. Sam and Mr. Dean because they are good teachers, both are really hot, but half the time Mr. Sam and Mr. Dean are bickering back and forth to each other so we barley learn anything in that class!
I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I hear Effie's voice blare over the intercom and say,
"Peeta Mellark and Finnick Odair, please report to detention immediately."
I groan but Finnick smiles for some reason as we walk down to the detention room. We walk down a few flights of stairs leading to the basement of the school, as we approach the detention room I start to smell French fries.
"Um, Finnick…"
He walks up to my side and snakes his hand around my waist then kisses me before he answers,
"Yes, babe?"
"Why do I smell French fries coming from the detention room?"
"Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you. Effie is so convinced that her cooking is bad, even though it's delicious, that she cooks food for us to see if it tastes good."
After he finishes his description, we walk in to the detention room that looks basically like a kitchen. There is a massive stainless steel stove with a six burner gas range and a matching refrigerator and freezer. The island has a white marble counter top with a mahogany cutting board in the area where all of the food is prepped. There is a toaster oven, a hot pink stand mixer and many other appliances.
"Oh hello dears! I didn't see you there. Please, sit down, make yourselves at home!"
She walks over to the table and fills the two glasses of two very nice table settings with a dark ruby red liquid that is mixed in with slices of different kinds of fruit. I take a sip after Finnick and I sit down and notice a distinct bitterness as I swallow. Does this have alcohol in it?!
"Um, Effie?"
She flashes a pearly white smile as she answers my question.
"Yes dear?"
"What is this drink?"
It looks as if someone just drained all of the happiness from her face.
"Do you not like it? Does it taste bad?"
"No! No! I just wanted to know what it was, because it tastes so good!"
"That's quite the relief! Its sangria, it's just fruit mixed with some red wine. Now if you'll excuse me, the pan fried chicken is about to burn!"
With a very surprised look I whip my head around to see Finnick, but he just sexily sips on his drink while staring at me. God, sometimes I can slap him, and sometimes I could just kiss him for hours. This time, the latter wins out. After a long while of eating delicious foods varying from Beef Carpaccio to grilled vegetables, and finally, I just have to go to the rest room. As I'm about to ask, Effie walks up and says in her odd accent,
"Who's ready for sushi?!"
Finnick immediately responds,
"I am!"
I can almost swear that that boy has the weirdest connection to fish, and I don't have the slightest idea why.
"Effie, may I use the rest room? I really need to."
"Sure dear! It's right down there in the locker rooms."
"Thanks"
I get up and make my way in to the boy's locker room and walk in. I notice the fresh smell of Irish Spring soap that our school provides for the showers and a distinct dampness in the air, its 5:00, the football team must be finished practicing so their cleaning up in the shower.
I walk into the first stall and finish my business in peace. As I'm waking out, I see the showering room. And the whole foot ball team naked showering in it. Peeta, don't you dare do what you're thinking! Let their privates stay private! But I can't help it.
I quietly walk and hide behind a nearby pillar and peer over to all of the hot naked men. Yes! There's Cato! God, even though he beat me up, that wet blonde hair, mahogany eyes, toned body, eight pack of abs, and a huge... member... I can never stop fantasizing about him.
Damn. Effie will probably start looking for me now, I better get back soon.
I stand up and start to walk away, but I run in in to another brick wall. Damn, this school has a lot of misplaced brick walls.
But as I'm recovering from the fall, I feel a very strong grasp pull me up and lock me into a hold right up against a very tall, very muscled shirtless man who has a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I look up and realize,
Oh shit, it's gale.
Well there's another chapter! Excuse any typos because I had to type a lot of this on my iPhone. Please comment, follow, or favorite this story, that makes me want to write even more! And a huge thanks to my editor! Talk to you soon,
Elijha