Finnick

I really am failing at this. I've never felt stupider. Ugh, I want to spear someone with a trident. But so far, I haven't seen a single weapon. Other than my abs, of course. Those babies are seriously dangerous.

Classes at Dalton Academy are just so complicated, it takes everything I have not to flip out and bash the teachers' heads in with the writing utensils.

People are noticing that I'm not Sebastian. I do terribly in class all day. I don't think I answered a single question correctly. After the last bell finally rings, I go back to the room I was in at the beginning of the day. But I can't sing a single note in Warbler practice. The other members keep ooohing and aaaahhhing and it's so distracting.

This isn't funny, Gamemakers. Get me out of here.

I've never felt more alone.

Something else I've noticed? I'm seeing people differently. Well, specifically...I'm seeing the boys differently. Maybe it's partially because I've seen two females since I've been here, a teacher and Sebastian's mother, but the boys just seem...I don't know. Clearer?

No. They're attractive.

Man. I'm way out of it.

As I hurry out of Warblers practice, a boy with a few pounds to spare stops me in the hallway.

"Bas, are you okay? You're just going cray-cray it today."

What's this guy's name?

"I'm fine." I say. "Tired, I guess."

"Want me to take you to the Lima Bean for a pick-me-up?" he offers.

I have no idea what he means, but it sounds alright. We walk to his car together, and I can't help glancing up at the sky, hoping against hope for a Capital hovercraft to appear.

We drive in silence to the Lima Bean, which I soon find out is a place for people to drink things and sit around. We never had anything like that in District 4. We didn't have cars, either, or those communicating devices. It all reminds me that I'm in an alien world.

"I'll swing by and pick you up later." says the boy knowingly, patting me on the shoulder. "I know you like to be alone." And then he winks. Okay, then.

Lost, I look around. The only people my age are sitting on a few couches in the corner. I inch closer and hear a boy with glasses say something about Michael Jackson. The Warblers were talking about MJ, so they're probably the same thing.

A brunette girl catches sight of me, and blanches. I guess she and Sebastian aren't friends, and suddenly I am on the receiving end of a bunch of glares.

"That might not be a good idea." I drawl. I'm guessing that this is another Warbler group. Well, we can't both do Michael Jackson, can we? Someone catches my eye.

The black-haired boy. He's not glaring at me, and he looks almost welcoming. Could it be Blaine? The odds are not in my favor, but I say it anyway.

"Hello, Blaine."

He looks guilty and glances at the boy next to him, and I know that I'm right. I resist the urge to scream with triumph.

"Hello everyone else." I say in a lofty voice. It's something that Sebastian would do, I'm sure of it. I paste a confident smirk on my face.

"Does he live here or something?" The boy next to Blaine jerks his head at me. "Seriously, you are always here."

"Why don't you think that's a good idea?" the brunette asks in a clipped voice.

I fumble, "Because we're doing MJ for –" think, Finnick! " – for regionals." Yes! That is the term I was looking for. I feel Finnick melting away from me, and this snobby, schoolboy persona is taking over. It's fun to get my inner bitch out.

"I'm sorry – how did you hear?" the brunette demands. I make sure that my face remains an evil mask.

"Um, Blaine told me on the phone this morning. I just called for tips on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping, and he would not stop going on about it."

I'm sure that Blaine mentioned MJ this morning. And I'm still on that incredible streak of luck.

"I may have mentioned it." Blaine says guiltily.

"How often do you two talk?" huffs the boy with the coiffed hair.

The way he's sitting next to Blaine. His face. It's pretty. Too pretty. Actually, it's beautiful, but that kind of thinking isn't very helpful.

Yes, this boy must be Blaine's boyfriend. I like his snark, but I'm positive that Sebastian doesn't.

"Oh. I didn't recognize you, khmpt. You are wearing boy clothes!" I don't know his name, but I hope it sounds close.

He rolls his eyes and I knew my comment wasn't too out of character.

A Latina girl stands up waving a coffee cup, and my heart skips a beat. My mouth drops open and my eyes bulge. I must look insane.

"Johanna!" I shriek, and people around the shop give me nervous glances. "Johanna, it's you!"

She mutters a confused expletive under her breath.

"Johanna, what are you doing here? What am I doing here?" I lunge forward and grab her shoulders. She pushes me away, her scalding cup of coffee spilling down my chest.

"Sebastian, are you okay?" Blaine asks, concern flitting across his face.

"IT'S FINNICK!" I burst out, finally losing it. Really, there's only so much I can take. "MY NAME IS FINNICK!"

"Excuse me?" Wheelchair Boy cocks his head.

"I JUST – I'M FINNICK, OKAY, AND I HAVE TO GET BACK TO PANEM!"

"This is the weirdest psych-out attempt I've ever seen." mutters the brunette girl. "Nice try, Warbler, but we are not fooled by your unimpressive and bizarre technique to sabotage regionals."

"I AM NOT KIDDING!" I yell, feeling everyone's eyes on me.

"That kid thinks he's Finnick Odair." I hear someone a few feet away mutter.

"YES!" I whip around to face a teenage girl. "How do you know me? Do you have any idea how to get back – "

She looks horrified.

"I'm Finnick. Me!" I jab myself in the chest.

"Uuuh..." With that helpful reply, she scurries into the bathroom. I'm about to chase her down and demand an explanation when someone grabs my arm. It's the coif-haired boy.

"This isn't funny." he says in a low, firm voice. "Just stop, alright?"

"I – I just – I am – " The stress is finally starting to get to me, and my eyes begin to sting.

I think the boy notices, because he asks, "Why don't we talk outside?"

A/N: I wasn't going to post this today, but I just found out that Grant Gustin confirmed that he auditioned for Finnick. I can't even.

Also thank you so much for the reviews...they are the things that keep my fingers typing through the night.

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