"Hey girl on fire." I heard a low, husky voice whisper in my ear making me jump slightly. I was trying to focus on my archery and my mind was solely concentrating on that, so I was a bit shocked to be taken out of my zone.

I turned around and nearly gaped at who I saw in front of me. Finnick. Well shit, this is a bit awkward. I didn't really know how to act around him yet. I figured he was fawned over all the time by all the other women in Panem so he was probably sick of that act. I guess my best, and only option right now, was to act nonchalant around him.

I cleared my throat, "Hey Finnick... h-how's it going?" I slightly stuttered, breaking my cool. Fuck.

A smirk spread across his tanned, glowing face. "Pretty good. How about you, Katniss?" He asked as he popped a sugar cube into his mouth. He ate sugar cubes quite often which was a bit surprising considering how wonderful his physique was. Let's be honest here; his body was insane. He had muscles for days, and they were really fricking hot.

I shook my head of those thoughts and focused on our conversation, "I'm ok." Was all I could manage to say.

He raised an eyebrow, "Why just ok?" I shrugged in response, trying my best to remain as casual as I possibly could.

"Stressed about the games like everyone else I suppose. And I guess pretty angry, but whatever." I internally applauded myself for remaining so relaxed and not messing up my words this time.

He seemed to buy my facade and gave me a look that showed that he understood. "I know the feeling. The games are always stressful, but I'm sure you'll do great." His voice trailed off and he gave me quick wink, making my heart jump a little bit. God I was such an idiot for being attracted to him.

You see, I was never one to have crushes on boys. Ever. I just never went gaga over a guy, but Finnick made me feel things that I had never felt before. A weird warming sensation in the pit of my stomach that spread throughout my entire body. It was ridiculous, but I couldn't help it.

"Yeah… I hope it goes well. I mean, they're horrible games and they never end well but I hope it works out in my favour… that sounds selfish but you know what I mean…" I found myself stumbling over my words again and I felt like a dumbass for being so damn illiterate around him. I really needed to get my shit together if I planned to speak to him often.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips, "I know what you mean, Katniss. We all feel that way." I nodded to him and sighed, trying to compose myself.

The conversation stopped for a few moments before he spoke up again, "So I know about you and Peeta." The words flew out of his mouth so casually, and I started to panic a bit.

"W-what do you mean? Of course you know we're together." I lied through my teeth.

He laughed that seductive chortle, "No, I know that you guys actually aren't together and that you're faking it for the cameras." His voice trailed into a whisper and his face got closer to mine, making me a bit nervous.

"What are you talking about?" I tried to play up the "star crossed lovers" act as much as I could, but I could tell that I was drastically failing.

"Don't act dumb with me, Katniss," A stern underlay was strong in his tone and it took me back a bit. "I know that you guys are bullshitting your way through this stupid thing. I know you aren't together."

I gulped at his words. Finnick was completely right… but was I willing to admit that to him? Would it just inflate his ego even more?

There was no point in lying to his face, so I admitted defeat. "Ok, you're right. Peeta and I aren't together. In fact, we kind of almost hate each other." I almost immediately regretted admitting that to a fellow tribute; it could definitely be used against me in the games.

Finnick chuckled once more, "I always knew that. You guys look like you hate each other. Don't worry though; everyone in Panem buys your act. But I can see through your silly little game. You think that you're a closed book and that nobody knows who you are… but I can see right through you, Katniss. You just don't realize it." He smirked that ridiculously sexy smirk and I couldn't help but bite my lip.

He moved his face away from mine and smiled innocently. "See you around, girl on fire." He nearly purred out before walking away from me. His hips sashayed as he walked and I couldn't help but watch before realizing what I was doing.

I turned away, completely and utterly flustered by the events that just occurred. Finnick was absolutely right about everything, which could be very bad. I was worried that perhaps he would tell other tributes or even someone from the Capital about my lies. I hoped that he wouldn't, and something inside told me that he would never do that to me.

It sounds stupid considering I barely knew him, but he didn't strike me as the type of guy who would stoop that low just for his own personal gain. My mind calmed itself down and I felt a little bit more relaxed, and a lot more curious about that boy. Something about Finnick intrigued me so much and I couldn't help the way he made me feel.

My lips curled into a smirk as I thought to myself; "You think you know me so well, Mr. Odair? Well, wait till I get to know you more…"