Just as the sun seemed to touch the ocean, Odair walked up to me. His hands holding so much fish that I felt my nose crinkle up. All that time in the water he was fishing?!

He dropped it next me with a smirk. "A thank you would be nice".

I clicked my tongue in annoyance at his attitude but muttered out a small "thanks".

He shrugged. "No worries. I'd ask you to make a fire but I know that's a lost cause".

I frowned. "So, that's why you wanted to come here. For food?".

He smirked. "We've gone more than twenty-four hours without food. I mean, this is the hungergames after all".

I couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped me. The worst joke I've probably ever heard but still...there was something about Liam that brought you in. Like a tide you can't resist being pulled into. Too bad we hate each other.

He shot me a wink and indicated to the many sticks in his hands. "Here, watch".

I felt myself lean in to observe the way his hands expertly crafted a fire in under a minute. He nodded at his own work and shot me a smirk.

I clicked my tongue but I was grateful that between the two of us, one knows basic survival skills. I thought for sure he'd make fun of me for not knowing anything but he seems oddly calm here on the beach. I rolled my eyes. Oh course he is, like the 74th door. This one resembles his district just as mine was represented in that forest.

He's comfortable here. While I'm sweating, fearing somehow drowning and the trees provide little branches in which to hide. I'd more so be climbing for the sake of climbing. Therefore I hate this arena.

I tried not to think about my drying mouth. I rubbed my neck as I watched Liam start to cook the fish. "You know we can't stay here, right? We'll die from dehydration".

He shrugged. "Well we can't go back. It'll take us hours to find water in the seventy-fourth arena. Plus, it's getting dark".

I frowned and shook my head. "I don't know how much longer we go without it. I'm literally considering drinking the ocean at this point.".

He looked up from his fish and shot me a pointed look. "Here's an idea, how about you don't do that".

I tusked. "Funny".

He smirked and went back to cooking the fish. Obviously this isn't the first time he's made a meal from scratch on a beach. I'm guessing unlike Johanna, Finnick bothered to teach him more than just tridents.

I sighed in boredom and lied down on the sand while the smell of fried fish wafted around me. My eyes stayed on the palm trees as they swayed lightly in the hot wind. It is a very pretty sight, especially next to the setting sun. The sky ablaze of red and orange.

Liam cleared his throat and indicated to the two pieces of fish he'd neatly put on a leaf. He didn't say anything before picking at a piece. I sat up and stared down at fish in trepidation. We don't have the luxury of seafood in District Seven. It's a delicacy from a district too far away and reserved for the Capitol. I guess if Johanna ever wanted it she could have it, but I was always responsible for my own meals back home.

I bit my lip and hesitatingly took a small piece in my fingers. I stared at the white meat that despite being white meat didn't have the same texture of chicken. I met Liam's annoyed sea green eyes. "Does it taste like chicken?".

He sniggered. "No its fish. You're telling me Victoria Mason has never had fish before?".

I frowned. "It's not exactly available in my district".

He nodded. "Right.".

I think that comment highlighted that despite myself being who I am, I'm still from a poor district. Unlike District Four that probably has everything under the sun available to them.

Liam gave me a small smile and shrugged. "It's not like chicken but it's good. I don't know, I can't remember not ever knowing what it tastes like. It won't kill you though". He chuckled and then indicated to the piece in my hand. "Just try it".

I screwed up my face before quickly putting the piece of fish in my mouth. It was different but not bad. I could hear him snigger and I looked up at him to see a small smile on his face.

He shook his head at me. "So, what's the verdict?".

I smirked. "It's decent. Well, I imagine it would be if it was cooked by somebody else".

We stared eachother down before we both smirked. Okay so I guess he's not too bad when he's not being annoying.

Hours later we watched the fallen. The boy from District Eleven and no one else. The heat was unbearable now. Even more concerning is that we've both stopped panting. Dehydration is near or maybe even here.

I rested my back against a palm tree while Liam lays on the sand beside me. I closed my eyes and exhaled. "We should move to higher ground. If we go to higher ground we can find water".

Liam groaned. "Rather just drink the ocean".

Too dehydrated to move. I can't lick my cracking lips or control the sweat from leaving my pours. Come to think of it, Ive stopped sweating. Now, that's fucking concerning. I rubbed my forehead as if it'd help me think straight. "We won't last the night if we stay here, we need to find water".

I heard him shift in the sand beside me but I was too out of it to see properly. Spots began to dance in my peripherals making me cringe. That's not a good sign...

And then like a gift from god himself, we heard it. That wind chime. A sponsor.

Please, please be water and not a condescending note from my mother.

I squeezed my eyes shut twice before opening them to lessen the gaps in my vision. A temporary fix. Liam wasted no time slowly crawling towards the capsule and opening it.

I saw him features crumble in confusion. "I-I don't get it".

I groaned lightly and crawled over to him. He picked up a spile while reading and re-reading the card.

I instantly giggled before staring at the sky in gratitude. "Thank you Johanna!".

I don't think I've ever thanked her for anything, but this!?...she just saved my life.

Liam frowned at me in slight anger. "Thank you Johanna?!...What are you thanking her for?. It's a metal stick".

I rolled my eyes which gave me a headache in my current state. I quickly ran back to the tree I was just leaning against before digging it into the tree. I waited...and waited. I could feel Liam hovering over my shoulder before we both gasped in amazement at the sight of water.

Like fucking savages we were pushing each other out of the way for the first sip. To the whole nation it showed that we're both only children and don't know how to share. At one point I'm sure our tongues nearly touched but still we each had our fill.

Once we finished I gave him a pointed look. "By the way its called a spile. We have them back in Seven".

He shrugged. "Good to know".

I could tell he didn't care. Doesn't care about me or my District. I guess I'm okay with that, at least it'll be easier for when we'll have to break this off.

I pointed to the card that laid discarded in the sand. "What did it say?".

Liam exhaled and picked it up before handing it to me. He didn't utter a word which made me feel as though whatever it says can't be good.

I felt a smirk make it's way onto my face as I read it.

Remember to play it smart.

-F

Oh. Well, that explains it. Okay, so the spile would've totally been Johanna's idea. Only someone from District Seven would instantly recognise it. And 'play it smart'. I'm guessing that's Finnick's way of letting Liam know he's not happy. Or maybe me too because he said the same thing to me the other night.

I frowned, no way...they're disappointed in us.

And now we both know it.