~Nyrah POV:

It's the night before the games. I know I should try to get some sleep, but I can't. I walk up and down the hall of level four of the training center instead. I've been doing it for about an hour when a door opens. A very tired Finnick pokes his head out. His bronze hair is sticking up all over the place in a wild mess. "Do you know what time it is?" he asks sleepily, "I know it's hard to sleep. Go to the roof of the building and get some fresh air. It will help."

I think about it, "How do you get up there?" I ask. I didn't know you could go up there.

He sighs, "The door at the end of the hall. It's stairs."

Since we were on the fourth floor, I had to climb up a ton of stories to get to the top. I open the door at the top and a cool breeze whips my hair. I lean against the edge of the wall. Traffic sounds and buzzing fills my ears. It's not the same relaxing crash of the ocean that I'm used to. A voice breaks through the hum. "Hey Nyrah. Couldn't sleep either?"

I jump. I thought I was alone. "No. Who could sleep knowing what will happen tomorrow?" I turn around. It is Rowan from District 7. He's actually one of my favorite people here. And on top of that, he is hot with dark curly hair that hangs into his dark brown eyes. He isn't Finnick Odair hot, but he is really attractive.

"It's the not knowing that scares me," he says.

"Ugh. I know. I wish I knew what the arena looks like. It would help." I reply. We stand there talking about everything and talking about nothing for a long time. We talk about everything but the Games.

The cool early morning air blew and I shiver slightly. Rowan closes the space between us and wraps his arms around me. For the first time since my name was drawn, I feel safe. His arms are strong from years of cutting trees and they are warm like sunshine. I don't want to move. I look up at him and his dark brown eyes bore into me. I can't help myself. I lean up and kiss his lips. He is surprised, but gladly returns the kiss. We stay like that, wrapped into the others embrace, our lips moving gently but passionately. Next thing I know, I'm in his arms. He stops kissing me for the briefest of seconds.

"Let's go inside. It's getting cold out here," he whispers. His breath tickles my ear.

We go inside and climb down the stairs to the seventh floor. Rowan carefully peaks around the door before we enter the hallway. No one is there. Thank goodness. We creep down the hall and into his room. As soon as the door clicks behind us, we start laughing. I really don't know why. Probably 'cause we both know that we aren't supposed to be doing this. This could very well be my last night on earth. Why waste it?

~Finnick POV:

My first night of freedom was too short. This week I'm going from man whore to savior, I hope. I plan on keeping Nash alive. I can only sit and watch the games from my huge computer screen and send gifts. I wish I could do more.

I quickly shower, get dressed, and head to breakfast. Nash and Mags are already in the dining room eating. "Will you go tell Nyrah to hurry up. I want to go over key points and strategy again," Mags says. I turn around, even though my stomach is growling.

I go back down the hall and knock on Nyrah's door. "Hey hurry up! I'm starving!" I yell. There is no answer. "If you don't come out, I'll come in," Why can't she open the door already? I barge through the door. She is nowhere to be found. I'm about ready to exit the room when someone in the doorway startles me. It's Johanna Mason.

"Your tribute isn't in there?" she asks with a smirk.

"No. Are you mentoring this year?" I ask. She nods. "I didn't know that."

"Com'on," Johanna says as she grabs my arm and leads me to the elevator.

"Johanna, I don't have time."

"You want to see your girl?" I follow her and she leads me up to her floor, level seven. She quietly throws open a bedroom door. On the bed, Nyrah and District 7 guy are curled up together-quite intimately-sleeping.

"Aww..." Johanna starts, "I can't wait to watch them slit each other's throats later."

I can't believe it. I know that Nyrah was flirting a lot, but I didn't realize she would go this far. I grin, "Let's be mean."

A wicked smile lights up her face, "Yeah, a punishment. I'm gonna get some ice water."

I laugh quietly, "Sounds like a plan."

She come back in a minute, followed by two avoxes. One of them hands me a giant bucket of ice water and then leaves. I whisper, "Ready? On three. One. Two. Three." We both hurl the water at the sleeping tributes. They both jump up, startled. They are tangled, so they fall back down.

Nyrah looks around the room, trying to figure out where she is. She spots me and screams, "Finnick! You are so mean! I hate you!" She hurls a pillow at me with more force than I expected. It nails me in the head. She fully wakes up and then starts stretching, reminding me of a cat.

The guy sits up, shaking water from his hair. "What was that all about?" he says grouchily.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well last night?" Johanna says in a mocking cheerful voice.

Her tribute smiles and then looks at Nyrah. "Yeah I did. Thanks." By the looks of it, I'm sure they did very little sleeping.

I grab Nyrah's arm, yanking her from the bed. She looks sexy. She isn't wearing anything but her bra and underwear-even that looks like it is only barely on. "You are so late. Come on. You're gonna want to eat something." I drag her down the hall, towards the elevator. What was she thinking? Making out with another tribute, her enemy! She might have to kill him later. Or the other way around. Either way it wasn't going to work.

The elevator takes forever to get here. When the doors slide open, I see it isn't empty. Great. Just what we need. Inside are the District 1 mentors, Cashmere and Gloss. I step in, pulling Nyrah in behind me. She looks pretty grouchy with a huge pout on her lips.

Cashmere looks surprised, "Oh Finnick! You and a tribute, how scandalous!"

"No," I mutter, "she was with the 7 guy."

Nyrah glares at me and snaps, "Don't talk about me like I'm not standing right here! I'm not dead yet!" Gloss laughs. His eyes haven't left her body this whole time.

"Well you shouldn't have been with him!" I snap right back.

"Oh, so its ok for you to hook up with every possible Capitol woman, but it's wrong for me to have a little bit of fun just one night?" That one stings. It's not like I'm with those silly Capitol ladies by choice. Not that Nyrah knows that.

We reach level four and Nyrah storms out before the doors even open all the way. Before I can follow her out, Cashmere grabs my arm, "You might want to advise your little tribute to stick with the Careers. If not, she's gonna be their first target with that 11." She smirks. Since she is from District 1, her tributes are the Careers.

"Is that a threat? Are you telling your kid that?" I ask.

"It's not any of your business what I tell my tribute. I will advise him as I see fit, though."

I exit the elevator before she can say anything else. This is not a very good start to the day and it's only going to get worse. Nyrah and Nash are going to be in that arena in about an hour.