I want to clear things up because a lot of you were very confused. In Chapter 22, Prim entertains for a man that is not Josh. As you found out last chapter, that was Josh's friend. As for those of you saying the Capitol doesn't care about killing children, they are very against killing infants. In Catching Fire, when Katniss is supposedly pregnant, the residents cry for her to be let go and not enter the games. Since the child in this story actually belongs to a Capitol man and the Capitol does not kill their own people, they will most probably let Prim out of the games so Capitol blood isn't shed.

Hope that cleared things up for you. If not, message me and I'll find a better way to explain.

Chapter 37

Nick's pov:

I sit at the end of the bed in nothing but my boxer shorts. I wring my hands anxiously together.

"Finnick," I cringe at the name. I start to have flashbacks of my mother. For a second I think this woman is my mother. I throw up a little in my mouth before I remind myself she is not.

Suddenly I become very home sick. I was enjoying freedom from taking care of my mom but deep down, not necessarily my heart, but right below it, aches like a little boy who's gone to a friend's sleep over before he's ready to spend the night away from his family. I miss talking to my mom when she's lucid, the little jokes we share. I miss making her breakfast every morning. I miss hearing her stories of stupid things my father has done. And quite honestly, I miss comforting her when she throws her hands over her ears in a fit. Not that I'll ever miss her mistaking me as Finnick, but I do miss taking care of her.

"Finnick," the woman repeats. I take a new fondness to this name. My mom's not around and there's nothing to say she'll ever return. My dad was amazing from stories I've heard and he's a fierce warrior from what I've seen in the tapes. His words at the end of his tape ring through my ears, "I'm going to hell." I think of what I will have to do when my games begin. All the massacre and killing, "Guess I'll be joining you." I say aloud.

"What are you talking about Finnick?"

I turn to face this woman. Her skin is a light shade of lavender and gold glistening tattoos make delicate designs all across her body. She looks like a mutant but I'm sure here she is very beautiful. "I was just thinking to myself."

She bites at a finger in a way that she must think appears seductive but just makes me think of cute little Prim hiding behind the staircase. "What were you thinking about."

"A girl," I put very plainly.

"Oh, it wouldn't be little ol' me would it?" she says in a flirty voice.

"Actually no. I was thinking of my mother, then I thought of my father, now I'm just remembering this cute little girl and how simple life was before I knew the Capitol was still in existence."

"That's a lot to think about when you have me here." She tries to steer my attention back to her, but, like I said, my mind was elsewhere.

"It's a lot for me to think about period. Usually the little girl is all I think about. Of course, now she's grown up, but that only makes me think of her more."

"So how old is this little girl?" I can hear the jealousy in this woman's voice.

"Seeing as today is June 13," I make a mental note that once again I have missed my birthday on June 2. "I'm roughly two years older than her."

The woman gnaws at her bottom lip. All I can see in my mind though are Prim's pink, full lips. "So you two like have a thing?"

"We've been dating for about 6 months now and have been through more together than couples of 4 years can say so yeah, I'd say we have a thing," I no longer try to hide my disinterest in Capitol women. I'm going to die soon anyways, why lie anymore?

Her jaw drops in shock, "You spent the night with me while you had a girlfriend and you still say you two have a thing? Didn't last night mean anything to you?"

I shrug my shoulders, "Eh, not really. Not like I had a choice with the Capitol capable of killing this said little girl." I refused to give the woman Prim's name in fear she'll report my behavior. Not that I think they'd do anything with us already on our way into the Hunger Games, but just a precaution.

The lady looks like she's been punched in the gut, "But me, I mean it's me!" she throws her arms in front of her to gesture to her naked body. I guess I was right on my assumption that she is beautiful in the Capitol. I bet she's been told that too, just one too many times.

"Don't take this the wrong way but your just…not my type," that was the nicest way I could think to say it. Even if she is Capitol, I know how fragile girl's are about their looks and I don't want to permanently damage this woman by saying how horrific she looked to me.

"Not your type? What about me isn't your type?" almost like she's reading my mind she adds with an annoyed roll of her eyes, "And don't try to sugar coat it. I'm a big girl, I can take it."

She's hardly a big girl. She can't be any older than seventeen. "Okay, well, I'm not into the whole colored skin, lots of tattoos and stuff."

She rolls her eyes at me like I don't understand anything but all I see in my mind is how Prim rolls her eyes when I tease her. Her eyes. Her beautiful, mysterious eyes. I'm lost for a minute but the Capitol girl pull me back, "So what is your type?"

Prim. Prim. Prim. Hmm, let's see, Prim. But I also like, uh Prim. I think girls are pretty when they look like…Prim. They're personality must be like…Prim. Prim, Prim, Prim, Primalyn, PRIM! I smile at the thought of her beautiful face and give a low laugh at several memories of her that rush up to me. Kidnapping Lucy, our first kiss, teaching her to swim, hiding from the homeless in the community center. "I like more of the natural beauty type of thing," I go into a long description of exactly what Prim looks like, "I like it when girls have the confidence to wear their hair in its natural style. Like blond waves that hit at mid back. I don't like heavy make up. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind that girls do wear make up but I don't like it when they look totally fake. You have to keep it light enough that if you have freckles I can still see them," I smile at the thought of Prim's light freckles that spot across her cheeks. "I like when girls keep themselves healthy but not to the point where they look like they have a 7 year old's body. They need a little curve. I like when-"

"SHUT UP!" the girl explodes, "I get it ok? Strange district natural, that's your type. But what I meant was personality wise."

It's not like Capitol people to think about personality so this take me by surprise. "I like a girl that I can tell anything to. She's my best friend and I can do anything with her. She's my first pick for company. Every time."

The girl rolls her eyes again, "You sound like a moron but I get it I guess."

I hear the car pull up outside. The driver honks the horn a couple of times signaling to me that it's time to go. I grab some of my clothes that litter the ground and begin to leave.

"Finnick?"

"Yeah?" I say only turning part way to her.

"I'm sorry. If I'd known that you had a girlfriend I wouldn't have asked for your company."

Again I am taken by surprise. This is the first Capitol person I've met that has the decency to apologize that doesn't always put themselves first, "Thanks. You know, you're pretty cool."

She smiles like what I said is the most obvious thing in the world. I open the door. My hand is still on the handle when I hear her say, "Oh, and don't go near the caves."

I have no idea what she means but I know that it is something my brain will never let me forget.

Was having a little writer's block so I really had to force myself to write. So instead of ruining an important chapter where we actually advance in the plot, I ruined this one where we don't advance in the plot. YAY! But seriously, I still want some reviews.