and may the odds be ever in your favor.
peeta
( dandelion blaze )
disclaimer: not mine.
plans
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You are going to kill Haymitch.
No, really.
You're actually considering taking that steak knife on the table and plunging it into his chest.
There is no way you can go through with this. It's crazy. You mean, has he even seen Katniss? If you state in front of the entire country that you're in love with her, that there are several boys in love with her, she'll do worse than kill you. She'll give you a painful death and then make sure you suffer in the afterlife too.
When you first told him that you kind of (completely) like (love) Katniss back on the train, you had no idea that he was going to bring it up again and use it during interview strategy. No idea.
If you had, you wouldn't have told him.
"She's going to kill me."
"Eh, one less competitor."
You really, really wish that he was not drunk for this. Or, maybe he isn't drunk. Maybe he's just crazy.
Which at this point, is a very big possibility.
"Are you serious right now?"
He shrugs. "Katniss is the least of our worries. Trust me, the Capitol people will eat this up. Everybody will be scrambling to sponsor you, to try to save the 'star-crossed lovers'."
You throw your hands up. "Oh, perfect. Except we're not exactly 'star-crossed lovers'."
"Yeah, but the Capitol people don't know that."
There are so many ways that this plan could backfire. But if you said that you weren't willing to try it, you'd be lying.
You sigh. "Fine. I'll do it."
He smiles. "Great. Now our only problem is Katniss."
"What? I thought you said she was the least of our worries!"
"She is. But she's also our only worry."
Again. So. Many. Ways.