AN~Yay! I have followers! Thanks so much, 'ifweburnyouburnwithus' and 'SonofHell666'! Disclaimer: If I were Suzanne Collins, I wouldn't be on here… 'SonofHell666', thanks for the correct info on the angles. SignoraBelikova and I were using our memory for most of this chapter.
Chapter 7:
Lachlan's POV:
Just as the kiss gets more heated, the elevator doors open; the ones I had closed a few moments ago.
A collective gasp and breaking glass sound and Aura breaks the kiss, turning her head away from me.
I glance toward the sound, seeing a visibly shaking Finnick and Aura's shocked Prep team standing a few feet from the doors.
Finnick is glaring at me. Man, if looks could kill.
Aura blushes and her eyes become watery, and she quickly walks away. Finnick continues to stare hatefully at me while Laguna whispers something to the others. They shuffle off muttering something about 'designs and kisses'.
Laguna says, "I'll go get someone to clean this up," before walking off, leaving Finnick and I to ourselves.
"Step out of the elevator," he commands. I seriously think about not, until I hear a slam. I cautiously take steps out of the elevator, before being grabbed and pushed into a wall roughly.
By Finnick.
"Why did you just do that?" he says angrily.
"What?" I say, rubbing my shoulder, getting up from the wall. "Kiss her," he answers.
"I didn't-"
"Oh please, don't lie. You kissed her. I saw it, Laguna and the Prep team saw it-"
"Listen," I begin. "We were just talking about being 'the star-crossed lovers of the 73rd Hunger Games' and decided to go for it."
"And?"
"We decided to show you in a…kiss…"
Finnick looks at me before he pushes me back into the wall, holding me there.
"Just don't take advantage of her ever again, got it?" he demands. I look away, not answering because an Avox walks in, a dustpan and broom in hand.
He stares at us, while Finnick whispers,
"We'll talk about this later," before letting me go, explaining to the Avox he broke the cup.
I stare after them before backing away and sprinting down to my room, thinking, 'What did I just do?'
Far away from everyone, I run. Tears stream down my face as I get to my room I slam the door and lock it. I quickly take off the outfit and rip out the sequins, rushing into the shower, tears still pouring. I silently let the warm water shower over me.
'What did we do?' I think. Especially in front of everyone. I sigh.
The water calms me down and I eventually turn the water off and step out.
I take notice that the room is exactly like the train except a bit more high-tech. I can program the closet to whatever I want to wear; the shower in the bathroom has so many different dials for things like shampoo and conditioner. There's even a button for an automatic hair-dryer!
I quietly dry my hair and change into a soft sea-green blouse and dark jeans.
Someone's at the door the moment I'm done. I unbolt the door. Sander's come to collect me for dinner, I guess.
"You two were amazing today," he says, clearly unaware of what took place a while earlier.
I step out of my room and close the door as we begin to walk down the hall.
"Thanks," I mutter as we're nearing the dining room.
But then, I have a thought. 'Oh no, everyone's going to be disappointed at me', I think. 'Just don't look at them.'
As we enter, I take notice that Finnick's talking to Lachlan, which Lachlan seems to be ignoring for the most part. Wolfe and Laguna are conversing, looking at a palette of blues and greens, at a small table in the corner. Marlene's there too, which calms me down, knowing that she wasn't there to see us.
Sander leaves my side to talk to Marlene, probably to enthuse how well we did today.
I take a seat at the table, taking in the room's energy. Joyful in Marlene and Sanders corner; concentrated and thoughtful in Wolfe and Laguna's spot; and stressful and tension-filled in Finnick and Lachlan's area.
Before long, everyone gets the same idea and somehow Lachlan and Finnick end up sitting next to me.
The meal starts out in silence, until Sander begins praising Wolfe and Laguna for their amazing designs. Good old Sander to come to the rescue.
The conversation somehow changes to our interview outfits. "We were discussing it earlier," Laguna says. "And we came up with a surprise." I smile at this. I've only known them for a day and they already have tricks up their sleeves.
After dinner, we move to a sitting room and watch a taping of the Chariot rides.
Districts One, Three, and Seven look just as good as we did today, but I think we topped them.
When the Chariots get to the President's mansion, Finnick pauses the tape and says, "Tomorrow's the first day of training, so you might as well get some rest. Meet Marlene and me in the dining room tomorrow morning."
Lachlan and I begin to get up. "Lachlan, stay. We'd like to have a chat with you."
I freeze. He's going to talk with Lachlan.
Great.
I say goodnight to everyone and leave the room. I walk down to my room, thinking about what they could possibly be talking about. I reach my room and fall on the bed. The covers are a silken white. I lay there for a while before taking off my clothes and discarding them on the floor. Opening the closet, I select some sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt out.
I crash into bed after a long day and fall into a dreamless slumber.
When I awake, Marlene is at my door.
Again.
I groan. "When are you people ever gonna let me wake up in privacy?"
"Until you stop waking up so late," Marlene counters. Well, I guess Marlene will be at my door every morning for the rest of my stay in the Capitol.
Leaping out of bed, Marlene leaves my room and I notice a bit of seriousness in her. I get ready quickly and hurry into the dining room to get a quick bite.
Finnick, Lachlan, and Marlene are nibbling their breakfast. "Okay, what's up?" I ask, not standing anymore of their unusual moods.
Finnick is the first one to speak. "The kiss."
I roll my eyes. Seriously, can ONE LITTLE KISS cause this much trouble? Well, it looks like I have my answer.
"Are you guys really in love?" Marlene asks me. Lachlan and I blush and drop our gazes at the same time.
Was I really in love with him? Sure, he looked more than nice last night, but did he have my heart? The elevator stunt just seemed like more of an act for the audience than an act of true love.
"No," I say snapping my head up. Lachlan joins in. "We wanted to see what it would be like to play the star- crossed lovers' card and… present it to you."
"In a kiss?" Finnick asks, raising his eyebrow. "Apparently so," I mutter not looking at them.
He nods in deep thought. "Do you guys still want to play that card?" I think about it.
Over the years, countless Tributes fall in love, or appear to, and gather heaps of sponsors. The silver parachutes in the Games may be nice, but the couples end up both being killed by saving one another, having to kill each other in the final fight, or killed grotesquely by a Gamemaker trap (Hey, it's the Hunger Games). My problem is getting too attached to Lachlan. I still have a family to go home to like he does, and is it really worth your life for love?
And would I be able to stab him in the final fight?
Is this a good idea to get ourselves into?
AN~So I hope you guys (and girls) liked that chapter. And I added Lachlan's POV for the first time! Please review! Next chapter: Training!