"Stupid blonde bastard! How dare he fill my head with lies and then not explain those lies! I was perfectly fine before he decided to screw up my life!"

After we returned to camp, Finnick acted like nothing like happened. And I didn't have a chance to obtain more information from him, as the cameras were back on and Peeta had regained consciousness. With the cameras rolling and Peeta awake, I knew that I had to return to my love-struck teen girl form.

No offense to Peeta, but it was a little more nauseating this time after everything that had happened earlier.

Which explains why I am cursing the blonde angel while I am hunting for some food. Blonde angel? What the hell is wrong with me?

My thoughts are interrupted by the man who is consuming them.

"There are many things wrong with you Everdeen. It is just a matter of what flaw to pick on." He responds with a chuckle.

I groan before I ask, "How much did you hear?"

He gives me a thoughtful look before he answers in a good humored tone, "You were mumbling a lot, but I heard something like 'blonde bastard'. That isn't nice to say about Haymitch or Peeta, since I knew that you couldn't have been talking about me. Although I wouldn't mind if I was the 'blonde angel'."

I scowl at him before I ask, "Do you enjoy giving me headaches? Because I am seriously starting to think that you do. First, you flirt with me before the Games. Then, you become a completely different person once the Games start. You save Peeta, only to tell me that 'certain people' would be glad to hear that I don't mgumph!"

My rant is interrupted by Finnick's calloused hand.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, "The cameras are on right now Ms. Everdeen. You have a role to play, as do I. We don't want Snow or anyone else to be able to see past the mask that we are both forced to wear. Might cause some problems. Follow me, I know where the blind spots are around here."

I can easily pick up the salty smell of the ocean off of him while he was whispering, which aggravatingly seems to appeal to my senses more than Peeta's bread smell. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to focus on the Games, to protect Peeta and my family. I don't have time to pine for some guy that I want to strangle at the same time!

Finnick seems to see my annoyance as he says, "I am not going to remove my hand from your mouth until you give me some sort of indication that you agree to shut up for a few moments and follow me."

I roll my eyes and slowly nod my head in response.

"Good. Follow me Ms. Everdeen. I know of this perfect spot to find some decent sized game. But we have to move quickly, as they are only in this spot for short bursts." Finnick whispers loudly for the cameras to pick up.

Once we reach the spot, Finnick holds his hand up to signal me to stay silent a little longer. This lasts a few minutes before he slowly lowers it and says, "We have about 5 minutes until the Gamemakers will sense that something is amiss. Mags is going to cover us to make sure that we have those 5 minutes. Now you can ask me your question."

I glare at him before I ask, "How do know where all the blind spots are?"

I calmly looks at me before he answers, "I could answer you that, but do you really want to waste your 5 minutes on that?"

Shit, he has a point.

He is giving me his cocky 'I know that I am right look' before I ask him the question we both know that I really want to ask.

"Why did you save Peeta, only to tell me that 'certain people' would be glad to know that I don't love him?"

He sighs before giving me a vulnerable look as he answers, "Because although it is clear that you are not in love with him, it is clear that you care greatly for his well-being. Being a victor means that you will lose many things in the process. Your family, your friends, your own sanity will become causalities when you become a victor. I would know. You don't deserve that. For God's sake, this blind spot is the only time where I can be myself! That is what will happen to you once you lose as much as I and the other victors have."

I know time is running out, so I softly ask him one more question.

"But why worry about my sanity though? I am your competition."

He looks me dead in the eye before he answers, "I am like you. I care about the ones I love. Come on, it's time."

Right before we return to camp again, Finnick lightly grabs my wrist. When I look back at him questioningly, he whispers while wearing a slightly distressed look,

"And know this, even though I have survived by lying to those around me, I never would fill your head up with lies."