AUTHOR'S NOTE:

okay so just so you know, I own no rights to the hunger games, or anything like that.

Opening ceremonies were the next day, so, needless to say, that night, I couldn't sleep. The same words kept running through my head. Now you know everything. What is that? I trust you... I felt so bad that Quincy told me legitimately everything, and yet I kept so much from him. I sat up in bed, abandoning my hopeless effort to get some sleep, and tiptoed into the hall. I need to clear my mind. I quickly find the door I was looking for. It had GYM written in gold letters on it. Strange, the light's on, but it's past midnight, meaning it should be closed by now. Huh. I decide to play ninja and peek around the door. I'm really surprised to find Quincy in there, sitting on the edge of a 5-meter platform, over a deep pool. He was looking into the water, far below. He was wearing his bathing suit, and was still dripping. My guess is he went for a swim, then got tired and decided to sit, but why the 5-meter? I guess Quincy'll never cease to confuse me. Ah well. He looks like he needs some space, so I decide to see many laps I can swim before I pass out. I'm at about 80, when I dive down to the bottom of the pool, and feel someone land beside me in the water. It's Quincy. He grins at me underwater. This forces us to surface in a flurry of bubbles and laughter. We go up to the 5 meter platform to talk. "So, how the hell did you get in here?" I ask. Of course the locks easy enough to pick: just grab a few bobby pins, a magnet, and a couple batteries, bend 2 bobby pins into a complicated square spiral, and use the magnet and batteries to electro-magnetize it. Then all you have to do is hold that to the side of the lock to disable the burglar alarm, and turn the right tumbler from the inside with a 3rd pin, and your in, but getting the power on without setting off some alarm's a whole other story. "That was easy! I just made a generator, and plugged everything into that. Oh, and I have magnets stuck to all the fuse boxes to override the alarms that were built in." I was in awe. "Wow. I never thought about making a new power source!" Im beginning to love this guy more and more. "So um about that tattoo... the hells angel one..." oh my gosh that sounded lame. Ah well, I could have said worse. Before I can continue, he cuts me off. "It's ok. I shouldn't have said anything..." Woah. I already decided I was gonna say it, so I'm saying it. "No, you should have, so I'm telling you. Listen, before I say anything, you need to know. Me and Tom are best friends, almost siblings, and thats all we'll ever be. Understand?" He nodded, so I continued. "Good. Now this tattoo, happened a little wile ago. Ok? We gave each other these tattoos to prove a point. So anyway the point of this," I pointed to my ankle, "was to prove a point to our parents, and that point was that nobody can tell us what to do, and we're almost like your regular little angels, but were not. We're angels from hell, and we'll do whatever we want and you cant stop us or change us. And we most definately won't suck up. Get it? It doesn't symbolize any love, or anything like that. Ok?" He looked relieved. "So that's it?" I smile supportively. "Yep. That's it.

I spent the next 10 minutes watching Quincy jump off the platform, and standing with my back pressed to the wall, and shaking. Needless to say, I'm terrified of heights. "You still haven't jumped yet?" Quincy looks like a little kid, flushed and grinning. "Yeah... no. I'm terrified of heights." I take one step towards the edge, then run back. "Ok, well just close your eyes and run!" He shows an example by sprinting off the platform, still running in midair as he falls. A few seconds later, he was back up here, grinning. "Aren't you gonna go?" He asks, daring me to jump off of the platform into a pit of dispaire and doom... ok maybe I'm exaggerating a teensy weensy bit, but from this height, its a fluke Quincy survived the fall! "No, really I'm ok." I say, inching myself away from the wall, gaining confidence. "Okay. I'll go, but not alone." I shocked myself by saying this. Quincy looked shocked too. "Okay, on the count of 3. 3!" Quincy started running, and I was surprised to watch my own legs carrying me towards the side, but I wasn't scared. I was more confused about what happened to 1 and 2. I turn to Quincy running by my side, and knew I'll be ok. We run out of platform all too soon, and I find myself falling, hear myself screaming, feel my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest, I see Quincy falling a little bit ahead of me, grinning like a 5-year old. I look down just in time to see the water rush up and swallow me. I surface almost instantly. "That was so fun!" I say, flushed and grinning, like Quincy. No wonder he loves this stuff so much, it's awesome!

I went to bed after about a half hour of throwing myself off of a 5-meter platform in various ways, directions and positions, oh and pushing quincy off a few times too (that was fun). The next morning around 10, I heard quincy moving around in the room next to mine. I was up, get dressed, and knocking on his door within 5 minutes. I hear a voice coming from behind the door. "Come in" Quincy's wearing loose (not baggy) jeans, and was leaning over a drawer, apparently looking for a shirt. "Hey," I say, "watcha looking for?" He turns. Wow. Someone's been working out. I guess I was so busy freaking out yesterday to notice... Well, whatever the case, I must have been staring, because he just smiled and said, "You like?" this makes me blush. "Yeah! I mean of course. When did this happen?" Seriously, this guy looks AMAZING. "Oh well Rick kinda heard wind that you liked... more built people, and a little more muscle and a few more abs wont hurt for the games, and I kinda like this look, and you obviously do, so I didn't see any reason why not... Wait, you DO like it, right?" He looked just about ready to remove all of his new, hot muscles, if that was even possible, which it probably is... I need to reassure him. "Of course I like it! And you're right. That extra strength will help in the arena, and the new look's probably going to win us sponsors, too! And I just might, maybe, perhaps, a little bit like a guy with muscles..." Ok a lot! I'm exactly like every other teenage girl: I've always dreamt of being held in a guys strong arms, and being swept away. A guy with abs, biceps... the works, you know? A sweet guy that would never hurt me, despite his strength. A guy like Quincy.

I spend the next few minutes doing just that. Well, not ALL that, in case you were wondering, just in his arms, no action. Sorry. Then, the breakfast bell rang, ruining the mood. We walked together to the dining room. Quincy was immediately jumped by Rick, so I was left to my own devices. I find Skylar in a corner, already talking to Rick, Quincy, and Tom. Meanwhile, our stylists are discussing how they're going to coordinate our outfits, no doubt. I can't wait so see what tonight has in store. I've already asked Clay, but she won't tell me, all she said was that I'll be a bombshell...