Chapter Five

When I woke up, I was in bed. Not my bed, though. I looked out the window, and it still looked dark outside. My guess is it's about four o'clock in the morning. I only slept about five hours, but I'm not tired. I got up and fixed the white sheets that were spread across the bed. I should keep them, so once I get home, I can give it to Boggs. Boggs, I miss you so much. I thought. I went to the bathroom and took a nice long shower. Once I finished, I changed into something simple: Another tank top, shorts and my old sneakers. I walked out of my bedroom or, as the Capitol people like to call it, my Headquarters. It seemed like no one was awake, so I stepped out of the room and into the kitchen to make myself some coffee.

I hated coffee, but, I needed an energy boost. I looked through the cabinets to find cocoa or coffee powder, but found none. I tried to find some sugar cubes, too, but I ended up failing miserably as well. Everything in this train is too hard to find. "Ugh," I blurted out with desperation.

"Looking for this?" A man, well more like a boy, called out. I couldn't see his face, but I could see what he was holding. Some sugar cubes and coffee powder. I walked up to him to get it, but he stepped back.

"Give it to me, kid," I said in an angry voice. I didn't want to play any stupid games with these people.

"Who are you calling a kid? I'm older than you, anyways," he said. He took one more step back, which caused some motion sensor lights to go on. I caught a glimpse of his face. He was handsome. He has brown hair and these beautiful sea green eyes. He was fit, but not masculine. His ears were the thing I noticed the most. They were too big for face.

"Give it up, monkey ears," I told him. He laughed for a bit and walked up to me. I forgot to mention how tall he was. He was a giant compared to me. I was only 5'4 and he seemed like a skyscraper. He passed me the sugar cubes and coffee powder. I walked back to the kitchen without any further comment. He followed me, though, and I let him.

I turned on the lights in the kitchen and tried to make coffee. I had some trouble making it, though, since I have never touched anything in a kitchen. I got this contraption which seemed like something you'd make coffee with and I started to play with it for a while. I couldn't figure it out, so I slammed it against the kitchen table. "Need some help with that?" the boy said, grabbing the contraption I slammed against the table.

"No," I hissed at him. He helped anyways. I guess he saw the desperate need of help in my eye. He figured it out and started to make the coffee in less than a minute. I took a seat in a chair, and he followed, letting the contraption to make the coffee.

We sat there in silence. At first I hesitated, but then, took a good look at him. He seemed so familiar, but not like somebody I knew. He looked like someone I've seen a million times on T.V. He glared at me the same way, but I know he knows who I was already. Who didn't know who I was? At last, I broke the silence and asked him "What's your name?"

"Finnick," he said quietly. Finnick Odair. That was the handsome man who won the 65th Hunger Games, the one who was in the 75th Quarter Quell, and the one who died a long time ago, saving my mother's life.

"Finnick?" I ask.

He nodded. "I'm his son. My father, the famous Finnick Odair, died while my mother, Annie Cresta, was pregnant to me." I felt a knot tie in my stomach. Annie Cresta was the girl I has disrespected awhile ago. I sort of feel bad now, but still, she was judging me after only five minutes. I was only defending myself.

"You're handsome," I blurted out. Am I stupid? I can't believe I just said this. "Like your father," I added in to cover up what I just said.

He chuckled. "Thanks, I get that a lot. You're not so bad looking yourself," he said, grinning. In a way, this annoyed. Should I take this as a compliment? I wonder if he even knows what I said to his mom. I just responded with a shrug.

"You're exactly like your mother. Always thinking too hard on how to respond to a compliment," he said. I hadn't realized the coffee was finished until he stood up, got two cups, filled them with coffee, and passed one to me.

"Thanks," I say as he gave the warm cup of coffee. He just nodded. We had so much time to talk, yet, we sat there in silence. There was really nothing to say. We already knew who we were, and who are family was. There really is no point in talking. So, we just sat there, drinking our coffee and looking into each other's eyes.

It was peaceful. I liked it this way. I misjudged them. Well, I misjudged him. He wasn't the one to talk and neither was I. We sat there for what seemed like forever until he stood from his chair, looked me straight in the eye and said "Don't take things to offensive, okay?" and he walked away, leaving me in the kitchen with only the coffee to accompany me.