A/N: This is in Annie's POV

You Know of Me.

"Annie Cresta!" I hear the escort shout into the microphone.

I can feel the blood drain from my face. I feel like it is going to my feet.

It is almost as if I forgot how to walk. My legs are shaking and I know if I start walking I will fall on my face.

"Come up Miss. Cresta please don't we shy!" Our escort shouts from her blue lips.

The person next to me shoves me so I am front and center.

"There she is!" The escort shouts with joy.

I swallow hard and walk probably as slow as possible. I don't really care that the whole country is watching right now. I just don't want to fall on my face.

I walk up the stairs and hear it creek along the way.

I catch Finnick Odair roll his eyes at me. I want to go over and shout at him.

He knows what it is like, he is the youngest victor ever he shouldn't roll his eyes at this. But I, shouldn't be surprised because he boast about winning any chance he gets. He also has many women fall at his feet. From the Capitol, from, District Four and I'm assuming everywhere else in Panem. I don't know if he sees girls from here but, everyone knows what he does when he travels to the Capitol. Going off and seeing his female admirers never seeing the same face twice. There is a rumor that he makes them pay for his time. I hope that is not true.

The ego on this nineteen year old is so huge it is comical.

"Now, Miss. Cresta, how does it feel to be the female tribute for District Four in the 70th Annual Hunger Games." Our escort asks.

"It feels unreal, almost like a dream." I say. I want to say nightmare, but I don't want to paint myself as some weak girl. Even though my knees are shaking and all I want to do is scream.

The escort calls the male tribute but, I'm not listening. I'm watching Finnick Odair who has a strange expression on his face. He leans in and whispers something to one of the other victors. An elderly women, I think her name is Mags. He pulls back and smiles at me. He must know I'm watching him.

"Now shake hands!" Our escort shouts.

We do and then get escorted to say our goodbyes. Then we get escorted to a train, to be taken to the place where I will die.

My eyes are stinging from the tears I've just shed.

I sit in what I am assuming is the common room. There is crystal, stained glass, fancy woodwork, and multiple chairs.

I sit on one of the chairs and run my fingers against the plush fabric. I close my eyes and focus only on that.

When I open my eyes I see Finnick sitting across from me smiling that smug smile. He is looking at me like a piece of meat.

"Hello, Annie was it?" Finnick says. I've never really heard him speak before. His voice is soft and almost kind. I wonder if he is playing me.

"Yes that's my name." I mutter.

"Good, that's good." He smiles.

"Yes my name is so interesting." I mutter.

He smiles.

"Of course it is." He smiles again.

I cross my arms.

"Finnick Odair, I don't care what you want, but I don't have enough money for your time."

He looks taken aback by. this.

"Oh, Annie." He says playfully. "You don't have to buy me because I'm supposed to help you." He walks over and sits next to me. He leans into me and is so close I can feel his breath on my face. "No mater what that might be." I shiver. I know what he is implying.

"Can you be around any girl without trying to get them into your bed?" I ask annoyed.

He smiles

"Annie Cresta where would the fun be in that?" He asks. I know it is a rhetorical question but I can feel my blood boil.

"I hate you." I say causing him to smile.

"Really? What else do you hate?"

"I hate that I have to spend my last few weeks of my life around some rapey creep."

"Rapey creep?" He smiles. He is almost laughing at this comment. "I have been called many things, but never that."

"Well, there is a first for everything."

"Tell me Annie Cresta, how can you hate someone you don't know?"

"I know you." I say.

"No you don't. You know of me." He smiles.

"Same thing." I mutter.

He raises his eyebrows.

"Is it?" He smiles.

"I-

"Tell me Annie, if you know me so well what's my favorite color?-

"I-

"My hobbies?"

"I-

"Favorite food?"

"I-

"I'm pretty sure all those answers are no. Am I wrong?" He says with that smug look. He looks so pleased with himself. I can see it especially in those famous sea green eyes.

I don't say anything. I just look at my hands.

"I'm right, hence your silence." He pulls my head up with his finger. He isn't as close anymore which I am thankful for. "You see Annie you know of me, you don't know me." He smiles.

I roll my eyes

"Who cares, your reputation and attitude speaks for itself."

He stands up.

"You shouldn't listen to the whispers of others." He says and starts to walk from the room but stops when he is near the door. "Green." He says looking at me.

"What?" I ask confused.

"That's my favorite color, but not any green Annie Cresta. Sea foam green. Right as the waves roll in, that's what it is." He says with that smug smile and leaves the room.

I sink back into my seat.

I can't believe the rest of my life will be spent listening to that smug bastard. He was right about one thing though… I don't know him, I just know of him.

I wonder if the whispers of Finnick Odair are true.

I scoff.

"Of course they are." I whisper.