Thank you PinkBookworm7 for giving me an idea, which will be used! This is a kind of short chapter, I think! I hope you like it!
Again, I found myself sitting on the beach of Four, Finnick beside me, talking about his life, his family, his everything. From his family's history (the Odairs have been in the Hunger Games ten time so far) to what he ate for breakfast (waffles with orange juice).
He never stopped talking. Other than the first couple seconds in which he asked how I was, Finnick talked nonstop. I liked it. I was happy. I wouldn't fall to Finnick's charm. I still haven't. He was company, an outcast like me.
-I was at school. I was twelve. Alease was dead now, I was alone. An outcast. I had no friends. Alease was the only one that would be friends with poor Annie Cresta. Now that Alease was gone, I'd be alone. Again.
I sat at lunch, pulling out my chips and tuna sandwich. I sighed and took a bite, smiling at the taste. I loved tuna. It tasted so good. I heard giggling and looked up, my eyes finding the table where the daughters and sons of past victors sat.
They looked at me and outright laughed. They walked over to me, smiling widely, "Hey Cresta, having fun, all alone?" They sat around me, their cruel eyes watching me.
"Crazy, Crazy, Crazy Cresta! Can't make a friend to save her life! The last one died and alone she cried! Without a single friend to see! Crazy, Crazy, Crazy Cresta." She laughed at me.
A boy smiled, "Your little friend died! And you wouldn't last a day in the arena, Crazy Cresta!"
I watched them, "Please go away. I beg you." I whispered softly.
"Crazy Cresta wants us to leave!" One girl pushed my sandwich to the ground and they walked away laughing.-
I was taken out of my daydreams when I heard the yelling again, "Hey, look, it's Crazy Cresta!" They laughed as they approached.
Finnick turned, his eyes flashing as he watched them approach. In the dying light, they didn't realize who he was. They also didn't see the trident at Finnick's side.
The girls approached, "Hey, Crazy. You lasted the arena, much to our surprise. The good news- you really fit your name don't you? Crazy, Crazy, Crazy Cresta."
Finnick stood up but, of course, the girl didn't glance his way, expecting him to be some weak little boy. "Ha! What's wrong, Crazy Cresta? A mute that can't handle the world! Ha!" She laughed softly.
Finnick grabbed the trident and stepped into the light of the sun so they could see him. "If you want to say something to her, please tell me first." He said politely, his eyes deadly.
The girl looked at him and gasped, "Finnick Odair? Your with Crazy Cresta- I mean, Annie?" She backed away and the guys got in front of the girl.
"Please don't hurt her! Or us! Please, Mr. Odair. We'll leave Annie alone." The boy begged, not taking his eyes off Finnick.
Finnick glared at him then pointed at me, "Tell Annie you're sorry." He told the girl.
The girl nodded and loked at me, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry, Annie." She said politely and insincerely.
"Sincerely. Now." He ordered to all of the kids.
They all scrambled to do as he said, begging me forgiveness.
FInnick nodded after a while. "I'm satisfied. Go, now. And never come back again."
Once they were gone, Finnick returned to sitting beside me. "I'm so sorry, Annie. I never want you to get hurt. I want to protect you as long as I'm alive."
Days went by, Finnick always by my side. Then, one day, he sighed and sat down, grabbing my hand. "Annie, I have to leave for a while. Not long, I swear." He looked down then pulled out a golden necklace. He held it so I could see, if I wanted to. It was beautiful. It had a shell strung on it with a pearl nestled into the ridges of the clam. The clam was decorated with many blue stones, tinier than any I'd seen sprinkled over the porcelain white shell.
"I wanted you to have it." He looked at it. "To remember me." He flicked his bronze hair from his face, looking at me. He unclasped it. "I want you to know I'm always with you. And that I'll always protect you, no matter where I am." He raised it towards my neck slowly, giving time to stop him. "It was my mother's... Before she died, anyway." He clasped it behind my neck and his hands slipped to my thin shoulders as he looked in my eyes.
"Annie... I hope you like it." He sat beside me again and resumed telling me his story about his family. Expecially his mother. He smiled and tied knots in a small piece of rope he always had on him.
As sunset came, he looked at me. "Annie... I'll see you soon." He half stood, leaning over me and pressed his lips to my forehead. "Goodbye, my angel." He stroked my hair and watched me for a little while before whispering. "I love you, Annie Cresta." He left and I listened to the receding crunch of his feet on sand as I thought about his words.
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