Chapter 6
Wow. I truly did not see that one coming.
The camera turns to my tribute. She doesn't seem to realize what happened until this very moment. She stares at the floor and purses her lips.
"Oh, that is a piece of bad luck," Caesar says, with and edge of pain in his voice. Apollo and a few others murmur in agreement.
"It's not good," the tribute says. Obviously this isn't good. One or both of you are going to die in the games. I let out a sigh and bring my hand to my mouth. I don't care if Aemelia doesn't want me biting my nails. The suspense of not knowing what she thinks is making me anxious. My tribute is blushing. Not as much as this one did, but it's definitely prominent. Almost as much as I did during speech class last year. I shudder. I want to hear her response. I want to know what my tribute has to say to Peeta.
"Wouldn't you love to pull her back out here and get a response?" The crowd screams in reply, and I mean literally screaming at Caesar. "Sadly, rules are rules, and Katniss Everdeen's time has been spent. Well, best of luck to you, Peeta Mellark, and I think I speak for all of Panem when I say our hearts go with yours."
The applause from the audience is so loud that I have to cover my ears. The tribute says a quiet thank you and returns to his seat. The national anthem plays, and for the whole time the cameras are on the two District 12 tributes. But throughout the anthem, I can't stop thinking that that was all fake, that he isn't really in love with her. I'm usually wrong about things like that, but I really feel that they don't love each other. Once the anthem is over, the tributes walk back into the Training Center. Apollo grabs my arm and we leave the big crowd of people.
"These Hunger Games are turning out to be more work than they're worth," he runs his hands through his brown hair. He does not like drama, it's a waste of his time.
"Star-crossed lovers. I don't believe it," I cross my arms. Personally I think this is going to be one of the best games that I am going to see. I love drama, just not when I'm involved in it.
"He can't be in love with her. It's not that she's unattractive, but she just seems so vile." We walk in silence until we get back to my house, where he leaves me at the door.
