A/N: This is a Finniss fanfic, I'm only having her spend time with Cato because I don't wanna rush them together.. Great things take time.. Story it's hours late but it's 3:45AM here in Australia and I haven't slept a wink...

"Without A Word"

'Birdy'

Hey you can tell the world

That you're leaving

And you can pack your bags

And spread your wings

And you can tell them all

That it's over

But while you wave goodbye

I'll be getting closer

Stand there and look into my eyes

And tell me that all we had were lies

Show me that to you don't care

And I'll stay here if you prefer

Yes I'll leave you without a word

Without a word.

Unedited as usual.

Sorry it sucks?

This past hour I've done nothing but blabbled about everything Finnick fucking Odair's mistake and everything that's wrong about him, which is like everything!

"You know he sleeps naked? Who does that?"

Cato sheepishly smiled. "Every male population in Panem does, Katniss."

shrudded in disgust, the image in my head; every man in my life sleeps naked; Brutus, my friends back home! Ewww! "That's a thought." I mumbled sarcastically And then carried on. "Then there's this craziness with him and Isabelle!" I spat. "Fucking perfect, fucking pretty, Isa fucking belle!"

"You're jealous of her." He stated.

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are because if your not; we wouldn't be here and you won't be so affected."

I sighed in defeat, I am jealous and I know it but I can't amit it. I don't have the guts to bring myself to admit it. "Maybe I am, I don't know to be honest."

"Why though? You're as pretty as her and possibly prettier."

I blushed and shut my eyes tightly trying to imagine the world where someone out prettying Isabelle and that someone is me, I shook my head, no just no."Are you blind? I'm nothing compare to her at even the slightiest."

"I can see how pretty she is but it's superficial, she's nothing more than a pretty face and I honestly don't find it attractive." He says.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yes, Oh, but you, you look different."

I scoffed. Way to make me feel good! What like, Isabelle's preety but I don't find it attractive, and then I'm different? The fuck. "Different?"

"Yeah, you're exotic, I don't know a way to explain you know."

"No, I don't know." I say, I really have no idea what he's talking about.

"Your beautiful!" he finally said. "And you're not shallow, you don't need to be told or reminded your beautiful, you don't crave attention, and in fact you hate it. And that makes you way hotter than any girls especially, Isabelle,"

"Oh." I said softly.

This is weird for once I didn't scoff or scowled at compliment, it was silent but it wasn't awkward. I kinda wanna get drunk.

"Come on." He took my wrist as he stood up. "Let's go get drunk."

"It's like you read my mind."

We laughed as we joined back into the party.

I slammed the empty glass shot into the counter, I looked to my left and I see Cato lose.

I screamed in delight and shimmied my chest.

Cato laughed from beside me. "God, I can't believe I lost again." He groaned and then asked. "Up for another round?"

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I joked but nodded.

He just chuckled and order more drinks.

The drinks wre straightly alined in front of 3 tequilas each. Okay Katniss. You can do this.

"1,2 and 3."

My hands grabbed one each and I gulped both and slapped it down on the counter and grabbed the last one and shot! I look at Cato and again and he just slammed his down.

"Fuck!"

I just laughed.

"Maybe we should just dance before you would my ego again." He suggested with a fake frown. "But first the music shall be changed; I'll be back." And then he was off.

"Having fun?" A warm breath sent tingles on my neck.

I shut my eyes hoping it was just an affect of the alcohol. Please be. With lightning speed I spun on my heels and I meet his sea green eyes, our bodies were close but not touching just close enough to feel his warmth.

"I was, until now." I said coldly as I blankly stared on his eyes, he clearly didn't notice how I tried to be cold towards him, he's so ignorrant. I spun to walk away but he grabbed my arm to face him again, I harshly retrieved it.

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere, as long as you aren't there," I snarled and attempted to walk away again But he stopped me, again. "What's you're fucking deal, Finnick!"

"Me? You're the one acting like there's a stick up your ass!"

I rolled my eyes and tried to leave but he caught my arm, but didn't let go of it.

I cussed under my breath. "Cut that out"

"Cut out trying to leave, 'cause you aren't going anywhere until I say so." He said smirking mimicking my words before.

I couldn' t help but smile but I snapped myself out of it. 'Be cold Katniss, be cold, he hurted you, and he will do it again, be cold.'

"Is that so?" He nodded with a proud grin. I moved myself closer to him to whisper on his ear. "Well watch me."

(Finnick's POV)

I've been watching Katniss with that Cato guy all night. She was smiling when they danced together. She never smile at me that way, I just suddenly got this feeling, like weird knots in my stomach and then Isabelle just looked gorgeous, than usual; I just had to dance with her.

My thoughts on Isabelle is that she's gorgeous, the prettiest thing I have ever seen, she's her personality's awesome too. She had something other girls doesn't. She's understanding; she knows what it's like to be a whore. I guess. She might like it more than I do myself but it counts. She's the only one I can talk about it with. No one else would understand. Believe me I tried with Katniss last year before the drunken night incident and she judged me. I've sorta held a grudge, I guess.

Katniss and Isabelle, the pair they are, the bestest friends, almost like sisters but I sometimes wonder how two different people get along as well as they do.

Katniss prefers quiet and peace; she hates attention, she hates the compliments, that's why she always brushes it off.

Isabelle's loud and out going, she loves attention and the compliment; it gets annoying when she talks about her vanity.

Katniss doesn't even try but somehow everyone loves her, I don't think anyone has met her and not love her. Isabelle tries extra hard because she's scared of living in Katniss' shadow.

They work, Katniss gets all attention but doesn't want it, and so Isabelle grabs it. I remember when Katniss would always quote. 'Every brunette needs a blonde best friends' but Isabelle would correct her. 'Every blonde needs a brunette best friend' because she wants to be number one.

Katniss now danced with Cato, she looks so happy as she swayed.

"Why don't you just tell her?" Isabelle said softly.

My eyebrows knitted together. "What are you talking about?"

She sighed, she moved a chair to face me and she sat down. "You like her, tell her."

"I don't like, Katniss. Not in the way you mean anyway." I denied.

She rolled her eyes muttering. "Denial."

I huffed.

"She won't be single forever, Finnick." She paused and her eyes landed on Katniss and Cato. "Look at them; Once he wins the games he'll sweep Katniss of her and then go back to district 2, they'll court and then eventually get married and then they will have babies, if Cato ever convince Katniss." She let out a small smile. "They'll have a boy first. The baby will have Katniss hair but with Cato's blue eyes When they should be green like yours."

I smiled at the thought a baby who looks exactly like his mother but with my eyes.

"But where will that leave you? Alone in district 4, wishing you pursued a relationship with the one that got away? You'll be alone Finn."

"I won't be alone, I'll have you."

She shook her head. "No you won't. Maybe if you don't feel somehing for Katniss but you do. Katniss likes you too you know and possibly love you."

I laughed sarcastically. "Yeah right she can barely stand me."

"Maybe if you weren't such an asshole and put more effort."

Katniss was trashing the place with her drunkness fun, he dance with guys inappropriately. She was screaming the place down and I was her give Effie Trinket a lesson about having to much manners. It was hilarious, I wish I have a camera even if I don't need one because there's thousands here.

I tried get her to settle down, she sat on the bar stool just right by the counter and I stood in front of her sobbeding her up; I swipe the sweats in her forehead my handkerchief. I leaned in closer to wipe of the sweats on the scruff of her neck. Our face were on the same level.

We both ended starred into each others eyes and leaned in painfully slow. I looked at her warm luscious lips begging for them to be on mine. I could smell her breath that reeks of alcohol as it brushed along my lips. I couldn't fight the urge and pulled her to my lips. her warm lips felt like heaven with its warmth and softness. She kissed back with so much intensity, and I felt like fire burning.

When we pulled away I heard gasping from behind me, muttering about the kiss they witnessed but I couldn't bother with them; Katnis's face bewildered, so speechless. Before I know it my face went numb, I smelt blood through my nose and taste in my mouth.

She hit me and now she's stumbling away.

Why does this feel like Deja Vu?

A/N:

Isabelle's just misunderstood she's not as horrible as people think she is, sorta.

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