Chapter 3

(Poppy's POV)

"Poppy Winwood"

Oh no! My stomach churned violently. Don't you dare puke! I yelled at myself.

My legs felt shaky until I started walking, don't you dare pass-out either!

I kept my eyes on the floor that passed too quickly for my likening. I just wish people didn't look at me. Thankfully a lot of the guys were still looking at the Red girl on the stage still. I tried to remember their names, but it's useless, as my grandma says with a very old saying; Goes through one ear and out the other. The thought of her voice comforted me somewhat enough to look at the speaker out of politeness; I don't want to be rude.

Finally I get to the stage with my eyes still wavering between looking at the Speaker and at my shoes. Eww! I came right into the cross-fire between the guy's looks at Red as went to my seat. No one's gaze carried with me as I went past, I think they just ignored me.

Except one of them,

WOAH!

He is hot!

I look straight down with a blush spreading across my face at a rapid face. Oh dear, I'm wet... This just makes my blush even deeper.

I try to change my mind and listen to more of the names being read out. I missed a couple of girls out.

"Dragon Jones" A growl was tempted to come from my throat. The whole way through I've hated the Capitol names. I can only put up with mine because it's ancient even if I'm named after another object, just like everyone else.

A tall boy with brown hair came through the crowd, on the side of his face going down to his next was a dragon tattoo; must like his name a lot. He looked very young but his eyes showed strength; he was tense. If he was calm I knew he would look very cute. But not as cute as the white haired boy I glimpsed at bef... I shouldn't be thinking this. I shouldn't be thinking how his deep blue gaze goes straight through and makes me so... no, no, no stop it!

"Alpha Paxton" Another guy walked up, with brown hair. He didn't have a shirt on but just a jacket showing his well-toned abs. On the one side of his chest there seemed to be some ancient symbol on him.

"Jasper Hugh" Well at least his name wasn't that extravagant. A tiny kid walked slowly and nervously to the stage, like me, he kept his eyes on the floor and let his black hair drape over his eyes. He looked too thin to be a Capitol child.

"Blaze Snow" What an opposite name? But strangely, I liked it, wow that's real weird.

Wait a second, Snow!

Reality hit me. This is the most talked about guy ever since they said about this special Hunger Games. I'd never seen him as they always lock him up in the mansion. And those who do are the few select people in his class, as they call it, the brightest of the bright. I looked up to see the Ex-President's grandson.

A man of extreme white hair stood up. It's him!

The hair, that's the President's hair. He looks up a little to see us. I look for other similarities to the President, but the hair was all I could find. His cheekbones were too high up, his lips were too thin, his nose was too straight and he is much taller than the President. But it is him, the famous Grandson, the unknown prodigy, the Devil's spawn, the... the... most handsome man I have ever seen.

No!

Not him!

Not the guy that can make my panties soak by just his gaze!

Oh no!

I stare at him as he comes up closer towards the stage, towards me. This is killing me, I just want to touch him, I want him to touch me, my face, my lips, my precious spot in-between my legs that is now throbbing.

He looks further up and catches eye-contact from me once again. Deep blue ocean eyes fill my mind as his grace and beauty overthrows me. They're like no colour I've ever seen before.

The blue is so rich, so delicate, so powerful, so extravagant, and so sensitive. Only one thing could come to my mind, the blue of the skies in Heaven.

The names fly by with no avail. I can't pay any attention. All I can do is stare at the man in my mind that is holding me to my fantasy world of us being together, forever.

"Rogue Roy"

"Storm Black"

"Fang Lockett"

"Stallion Paxton"

"Fog Gallagher"

"Gun Brasher"

"Crush Byrne"

"Desert Thorpe"

And that's it.

All 24 boys and girls are chosen.

Now we just have to wait in death row until our time is here. But I don't care, for once, I just don't. All I want to do is have my eyes touch the face of the man who's down to the left of me. Everything else has left me. Nothing else matters, but him. I haven't even met the person and I've fell for him. Yes, I've fell for him... but this is the angel with the wings that will bring me back up again. I know it.

Blaze will never let me go.