Hey guys!
So I bring you another chapter in another day because I feel like you guys at least deserved that! :S
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Annie
I wake up dazed and confused, mid afternoon. What the heck… I was supposed to be designated driver last night but I don't remember driving anywhere, I don't even remember getting home. Wait, crap, where am I? I wonder in my head as I look around my surroundings.
This is not my house, this is not Katniss' house, not Johanna either… I tick off all the places I know in my head and no place looks like here. The sea-colored wall doesn't look familiar, nor does the bed sheets or the arrangement of the room. I stare at the open closet and see the mess that's in the there. A mess made up of shoes, soccer gear, and clothes, male clothes. Holy crap who did I go home with?! I quickly look down and sigh with relief when I see all my clothes are on. I don't even remember drinking last night… I ponder when I hear footsteps outside my door. I grab the closest thing, the nightstand lamp, ready to protect myself if necessary. To my surprise, Finnick walks through the door. He's wearing cargo shorts, a striped t-shirt, and a small smile.
"Good morning."
"Hi…" I say nervously.
"You must be hungry. I made breakfast.. err I guess lunch," he says with a playful smile, not even bothering to explain anything to me.
"Bu-"
"C'mon Annie," he interrupts, "You gotta get some food in your system."
I nod compliantly and follow him down the stairs into the small kitchen.
He loads two plates with what looks like a vegetable omelet, toast, and diced fruit. I wait by the fridge as he gets everything on the table. The surface of the appliance is empty except for a couple coupons to local diners and a pretty hefty check. I look at it curiously, wondering what on earth he could be doing to gain that kind of money…
"That's a lot of money for a part-time job" I say, walking toward the table.
"Well, it's not exactly part-time…" he says distractedly, popping a piece of cantaloupe in his mouth. "Then what is it?" I ask, letting my curiosity get the best of me. He looks at his plate and sighs.
"It's complicated, Annie." His voice is not aggressive but there's something hidden in his voice that tells me to drop it. I do. I cut a small piece of omelet and put it in my mouth. Wow, he can cook.
"So, what exactly happened last night?" I ask shyly, not even sure if I wanted to know the answer.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure why, but Johanna came and punched me in the face and told me you were crying. Then she took me to you…" he lets the sentence hang, obviously remembering something he must've said last night, but he omits it. "You were crying a lot," he explains to me gently. "Then you kind of blanked out the way you did in the locker room. I brought you here because I didn't think your family would've appreciated me taking you home like that."
"What about my friends?" I ask worriedly, the blood leaving my face. "I was supposed to be designated driver! Please tell me no one got hurt." He smiles sweetly at me hold my hand from across the table.
"Don't worry, Annie. I kinda figured it out and took Johanna's keys away. She was pretty pissed but she came by this morning before the soccer game to pick them up."
"Soccer game?"
"Uh, yeah," he says almost awkwardly, which is strange in itself. "There was one this morning but you were still sleeping so I just left you a note. By the time you got back, you still hadn't woken up so I just removed it," Finnick explains with a shrug.
"Wait, what time is it now?" My eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.
"Em, about three thirty? Maybe four."
"Holy crap! My aunt's gonna be worried," I exclaim, standing up to leave.
He smiles again. That damn smile…
"It's okay, Annie. I took care of it. I texted your… cousin? Claire, the one from the other night, telling her you were staying over at Johanna's. Your phone's on the table by the door," he explains, sensing my next question.
"Damn, Finnick, you think of everything." He chuckles and shrugs, continuing to eat what I guess was almost like dinner for him. A disturbing thought comes into my mind.
"What about Glimmer?"
His voice loses his cheerful edge and becomes a bit more serious.
"What about her?"
"Did you see her this morning?"
He puts his fork down.
"Yes, at the soccer game."
"Was she mad?"
"Kinda…"
"What, so while I was knocked out in your room, you went over to Glimmer's to make up?" I say in an uncharacteristic jokingly manner. He chuckles half-heartedly and looks down, frowning slightly.
Suddenly the food doesn't taste so good.
I clear my throat and remove the napkin from my lap.
"I should get going," I say quietly, going toward the door and grabbing my phone on the way.
"Wait, Annie, please" he calls after me, standing quickly from the table and grabbing my hand. I gently pull away and turn toward him.
"What, Finnick?"
"Please don't go," he whispers.
"What do you want from me?" I ask softly, desperately searching his face for any answers.
"I want to be with you."
"Then why are you with Glimmer?" I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's complicated, Annie."
"I don't understand. Why is that complicated?"
"It just is, okay?" he tells me, his voice growing irritated but his eyes tell me I am not the source of his frustration.
"Okay," I say quietly, and head toward the door.
"But, where are you going?" he calls after me, his voice almost heartbreaking.
"Home, I guess," I tell him. Where ever that is…
"Why won't you stay with me?"
"Because I can't."
"Why not?" he asks, his voice filled with sadness.
"Because I… I just… I can't do this, Finnick," I say weakly, unable to find the correct words to explain my feelings. "I just need to get home," I say finally, the desperation so clear in my face, Finnick decides not to push me any farther.
"Okay," he says, his voice still tortured but there seems to be an understanding edge to it.
"I'm sorry, Finnick," I whisper to him, caressing his face gently before I even know what I'm doing. His hand envelops mine and he pushes his cheek into it.
"You don't need to apologize. You aren't the one with the messed up life."
I let out a shaky sigh, not wanting to have another break down. No one should have to deal with these except me. Finnick has already dealt with two, which is way more than enough.
"You have no idea, Finnick."
"No, Annie, I don't," he tells me, holding my hands firmly, almost forcing me to look at him. He looks fiercely into my eyes and we both seem to be trying to dig deep into the other's soul through our sea-colored orbs. "But I want to. I want to know about your life, Annie. I want to be a part of it."
I pull away from him quickly and look away, gripping the front door's knob.
"I'm sorry, Finnick, I just can't right now." And with that I all but run out of the house, closing the door firmly behind me, shutting behind it Finnick Odair's powerful gaze and, more importantly, his persistent love.