The impact on my back spikes up my spine, leaving me aching in a delirium trying to wake up. Katniss leans over the bed with a few slivers of hair waving atop her eyes. Her expression is confusing for me to decipher. Is- is that regret? Regret in her strained face for shoving me off the bed? But as quickly as it came, I dismiss the idiotic idea. She's smirking now, a sweetly cruel giggle that sets me on edge.

"Pft," she breathes, waving her hand to accent the denial. "And you thought I liked you!"

My eyebrows knit together as I sit up. "But you do!"

Katniss stops laughing and pauses for a moment. "No, I don't." She is no longer laughing. It is almost as if she is retaining herself from something I don't understand. But unlike she must be thinking, I catch the tension.

"Yes! There! You keep hesitating, hiding something you don't want me to know about. But I do! You love me, Katniss!"

An ominous silence rings through the walls. Her fingers give a discreet twitch of horror. Silently though, I make out a muttered whisper, trying to keep the quiet of the atmosphere. "It already has 2,703 likes!"

I look to Katniss for confirmation, but she is already jumping out of bed to storms towards the hallway door where the sound emitted from. Looking up from a touch-screen phone is Finnick and Johanna, dangerously close together. Katniss whips the phone from Finnick's hands, and raises it to read. I put my head over her shoulder to do the same:

In the top left corner, a blue background with white lettering reads "facebook". Below that, "Finnick Odair" is typed with a ridiculous picture of himself next to it. With white in the back, on the top down the center isle, it says, "catnis adn pita are in lurrvvv!" with additional red lines underneath and Finnick's photo by it's side. Even lower: "a moment ago. 2,703 people like this. Be the 1,990 to write a comment."

"No, we aren't!" Katniss fires with annoyance.

Johanna says through a voice heavily dosed with a roaring chortle, "Tell that to Peeta!"

I realize my half weight is leaning on Katniss, so I stumble back as she shakes me off in embarrassment. "Why are you here?" she questions.

Finnick takes it upon himself to answer. "Well, I woke up this morning and I wanted to see Johanna. When she didn't open her door, I set off to find her, and here she was, camping out with a sleeping bag next to your door." I now notice the neon green silk they're sitting on. Johanna cracks a smile at Katniss, snapping back the phone into her hands. "Oh Katniss, if only you had listened to us."

Bewilderment crosses her face, for something I don't know about. She opens her mouth, but closes it as Finnick solemnly shakes his head in disgrace. Johanna slips the phone into her pocket and gathers the sleeping bag in her arms, beckoning Finnick to stand with her.

In a huff, Katniss drags me back into her room and gives the door a dramatic close. I give her a sarcastic grin. Katniss mutters "Stupid," and shoves me back out the door to Finnick and Johanna. He puts his arm around me, putting me in an awkward situation.

"Peeta," Finnick says, "she likes you." Johanna nods in agreement. "Don't forget that." He gives me a sly wink, and the two start down the elevator.

I gallivant into my room and prepare for the odd day ahead of me.