I know Haymitch might seem OOC sometimes but remember he's cocky and indifferent as a teen. If you guys are expecting him to be a complete asshole, I suggest you stop reading and wait until his family dies because until then I don't plan on him being a he-bitch. I'm glad you guys like. As much as I love hearing good reviews, I also except constructive critism but if you just want to insult me, your comment will be erased. I'm not saying this has happened I just want to put it out there for the furture because I have recieved a rude PM from someone. No one that has commented though...

The next day felt like a huge slap in the face. Avery came up to me and asked if I would like to swap male tributes. When I asked her why she told me that Haymitch and Effie had a very heated arguement about me as his mentor. She said that they would need my permission to do the swap but I just rolled my eyes and replied no. I would mind and he is to remain my tribute. Avery gave me a puzzled look to which I said and to quote, "He can kiss my ass." Then I had to explain if he was going to be a jerk I was going to be just as bad. I have done nothing wrong therefore there is no reason he should switch mentors.

When I walked to breakfast I stopped at the door. Only Haymitch was there. I was hoping to somewhat avoid him until I knew exactly what I was going to say to him to make him eat his words.

He looked like he was enjoying his time alone. He really didn't seem like a people person. Or in the mood to adress me. So I spoke up first, "You've really got some nerve trying to switch with Asher."

He scowled. "I don't understand why you had to be a bitch about it."

I smirked. "You can only hold that expression for so long before it freezes." The train came to a halt. I peered out the window. We're here. Good 'ol Capitol.

He pretended to laugh at my statement and I just stuck out my tongue. "Go get re-made. Maybe they can make an improvement." I taunted which only made him very pissed.

He narrowed his eyes. "Go fuck yourself."

I'm the first to get out of the train. It's Effie's job to escort them to their Remake room, not mine. There's another train that's just arrived. Probably Eleven. Well, I might as well wait for Chaff. Someone young, someone I can talk to.

But instead J.T. is the first to walk out. I'm close enough to him to leap into his arms. (AN: J.T. is twenty seven, winning the Thirty Seventh Games)

"Why do I feel you escaped them through me?" He asks, ruffling my hair.

"Because that's exactly what I did." I said. Everybody from the Twelve team was watching me curiously, with the exception of Haybitch. Wait! Did I say Haybitch? Good, I meant it.

I saw a flash of Wave's pale blonde-brown hair. "Wave!" I screamed and he crushed me in a hug, picking me up and swirling me around. "Finally, someone from home."

When he releases me I go straight to Melinda. I give her a hug too and I whisper in her ears, "You owe me a huge explanation." To that she only smiled and promised she would tell me everything.

Wave examined me. "Twelve seems to be treating you alright. What are your tributes like? Are they everything you expected and more?"

I nodded. "Maysilee is a doll, really. She seems weak but hey, so do twenty other female tributes so her chances are still roughly even. Sweet girl."

"What about the boy?" Wave raised an eyebrow as I flinched.

"That tribute is a complete ass to me." I sighed, giving a 'what can I do?' shrug.

"Should I set him straight?" He asked without waiting for me to respond. He was already walking towards the entrance of the building.

I stopped him. Note to self: grabbing a determined twenty three year old by his wirsts will not get you anywhere. I then had to resort into grabbing his collar and pulling him back. "Not unless you want to die."

He reluctantly stopped. "Why is the Games always trying to be the death of me?" He joked.

"Aren't nerds suppossed to be...I don't know...smart?" I raised an eyebrow.

He nodded. "They are."

"Then why are you such an idiot sometimes?" I shot, making Melinda laugh. "Honestly Wave, I hate this kid more than I hate..." I tried to think of something in particular. "...a lot of things but I'm making this a hell for him too. Or I'm trying to at least."

Melinda frowned. "Hate is a strong word, Serenity." She paused. "Are you sure you hate him?"

I put on a thoughtful look and shrugged. "I'm never a big fan of someone who calls me a 'bitch'." I say.

"Definitely going to kill him." Wave muttered, stalking back towards the building. I grabbed his collar again.

"Can't you wait a few days? He's not that bright, I'm sure someone will get him, legally." I said without realizing how harsh I sounded.

"Serenity!" Melinda scolded. "You should never talk about someone's life like that. That poor boy is probably scared out of his mind-" I snorted to that, "-And you speaking of him dying because you don't like him."

"Yeesh, when did you become my mother?" I rolled my eyes. "Besides, I bet he has fantasies about me dying too."

Melinda scowled. It was wierd to see her with such a look of distaste. I mean, Melinda was on the beautiful side of the victors (because sadly, not all victors are just as pretty as One, Two, and Four). Her bronze hair was in tight-ringlets resting two inches below her shoulder. Her eyes are like a perfect combination of green and blue, an amazing aqua. High cheekbones, beige complextion, heart-shaped face...it was hard to compete with that.

"Gosh, sorry." I apologized, sighing overdramatically just for the effect. "I promise not to talk abut his death but I will make the remains of his life tortorous if he so thinks of insulting me again."

Melinda nodded in approval. Over the past few months the previous victors of Four have become somewhat of parental figures towards me. Especially Wave and her. Apparently my mother had a nervous breakdown during the death of Cristan, which was my first kill. The doctors diagnosed her crazy, after a while. The news...it didn't shock me or affect me. Personally, I was relieved. She isn't allowed out of the mental hospital.

Without realizing it, me being clueless not them, we were in the building in this room Wave like to call the 'victor's lounge'. There were indeed couches and chairs but also tons of TVs with live footage of the tributes. The screens were divided by district then by tribute. There was very few victors actually in there. Melinda said some like to explore the building, since it was re-decorated each year, and others spent the time sleep (since you barely got any during the games, apparently) or some just spent the time with their tributes if they really liked them.

"Who do you suppose Calypso is styling this year?" I asked after a long conversation about what we thought the arena was going to be like.

I think they're going to do a jungle, complete with huge animals and carnivorous plants. Wave said he thinks they'll do something along the lines of 'stranded on a deserted island' kind of thing. But Melinda suggested they would do something with poison since they haven't yet. All she said was deadly animals and deadly plants which made me think of my option.

"Oh, she's doing Tiara, my tribute." Wave replied.

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? She said she wasn't doing a Career this year. Said she wanted to do a loser."

"If you haven't noticed, she is a loser." Wave shot me a look of dibelief. "Didn't you watch the reapings?"

I shurgged. "I did. But I was too busy watching you giving her googly eyes and her flirting with you nonstop." I say it like an accusation.

Melinda's cheeks turned bright scarlet and Wave looked at the floor, mumbling something I couldn't hear. Since they refused to say anything about that I turned to one of my tribute's screens in satisfaction. It was only a matter of time before I got that out of them.

I burst out laughing, watching the screen. That attracted several eyes in my direction. I didn't mind it though. What I saw was way too good.

It was obvious Haymitch's stylist was gay, and it was making him quite uncomfortable. It didn't appear like Haymitch was homophobic but this stylist of his is giving him a hard time. He wants Hayitch to go out there in nothing but coal dust. Basically he was an idiot, trying to get Haymitch to go naked. Haymitch then said he won't go at all if he has to go nude. Then they got into a very heated argument about what he was going to wear.

Man, is karma a bitch! Sadly, I'm not.

I payed closer attention to the screen. Something just didn't seem right. What I saw made me gulp, my stomach suddenly felt sour.

I sighed. I can't be the terrible person I constantly try to be. It's a victor thing. "I'm going to go help the damned-sel in distress." I announced.

Melinda blinked. "Serenity, I think the old saying is 'damsel in distress'."

I smirked. "I know." I turned back to the TV. "What's that stylist's name?"

"Shawn." It was Wave who replied, a shiver ran through his back. Seems like Shawn and him have a history of some sort.

I rolled my eyes at the situation and trudged over to the elevator. When I got to Haymitch's room Haymitch was shirtless. "God!" I hissed and turned my head. I tried to ignore his well built chest because in all honesty, it felt wrong.

Both guys saw me. "To what is the pleasure, Miss Starr?" Shawn's voice asked first but that was obvious because I'm not a pleasure to Haymitch. He disgusted me, his voice was terribly sleazy.

I faced him, snapping my fingers. "You, get a shirt on." I pointed to Haymitch. Shawn opened his mouth to protest but I stopped him with my hand. "No." My voice was set. "My tributes and their fellow tributes are not going naked. I don't care if you and your partners decided on being lazy asses and dusting them with coal. I don't care if they have to be in black jumpsuits or freakin' miner uniforms. You understand?"

Shawn frowned, but he didn't look so upset. "I'm sorry but I don't think I have to listen to a thirteen year old."

That pissed me off. I took a step towards him and looked him sqaurely in the eyes. He was a short man, barely two inches taller than me and I grew only an inch. "Look." My voice was ice cold. "A lot of people have been giving me shit about my age and I do not need it from some hissy-fit throwing, addicted to my tribute, gay stylist." Both of their jaws dropped. "Yes, I saw your fight."

I know Haymitch hates me, and despite the fact he was chuckling silently. "Now before I talk to security, may you please leave this Remake room." Shawn's face was beet red from embarrassment.

"I'd love to see that happen, Shawn." I spat his name. "I'm friends with a higher authority. President Snow to be exact and he would be more than glad to do me a favor."

"Yeah right." He tried to snort but I could see the fear in his eyes.

"Do you really want to try me?"

[Flashback to the night of the Capitol celebration]

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Snow?" I asked, shutting the door behind me.

Snow smiled, it was a little sinister. And the room...it oddly smelt like roses and blood. What kind of air freshener does this man use? "I just wanted to tell you I am thankful for endorsing me during your speech."

I shake my head like it was no problem but to tell the truth this guy disgusted me. But I fully intended on taking advantage of him just because I can. "Just had to let Panem what I thought." I shrugged.

"Well, if you need anything, anything at all just let me know." Snow said.

I smiled. "You don't need to do that." Yes, you do.

"I insist." He pressed. "It's the least I can do."

I gave one last ear-to-ear smile and turned for the door. Before leaving I turned and asked, "Mr. Snow, I was just wondering...when I'm sixteen...will you turn me into a prostitute?" I gulped.

Almost every victor from four has been used for sex. The only one I can think of is Melinda who said she was grieving over a dead boyfriend and would kill herself if they even tried her. Even Wave had to do a year of it until his father died, then they had no one else to use against him. I have Troy, Trin, and tiny Vanity. I can't let them go.

"Of course not." He frowned. "I would never do that to you."

I gave a sigh of relief even if it was inaudible. Just for good measures..."I knew you were different, Mr. Snow!" I say in my cheery voice.

He smiles, purely joyed. Gross. "My pleasure."

[End of Flashback]

"You don't believe me?" I mocked. I yanked out my cell phone, it's a Capitol guilty pleasure, from my back pocket "He's number nine on my speed dial." I even pressed the number for effect.

He leaned in to inspect it. "So if you don't want me to give him a call, I suggest you change their attire." I hissed, leaving for the door.I turned around before I left. "Don't say I ever did anything for you." I warned Haymitch, who looked stunned. "I still hate you." I added. "Just so there's no confusion."

Wave was waiting expectantly for me outside the room. "You make no sense, Serenity. You say you hate this kid and you want to make his life a living hell. Why didn't you just leave him to that vulture."

I shook my head. "I couldn't. This freak stylist was abusing his power."

Wave raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

I sighed. "He was touching him." I put an emphasis on that. "He wanted them to go naked because he wanted to see Haymitch that way."

"OK, now, I see how that's wrong but again why do you care?"

"My sister was sexually abused by my father." I explained, trying to sound nonchalant but I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. "And my mom abused me when Trinity left, saying it was my fault she left."

Wave gave me a hug. "That bastard...he didn't do anything to you?"

I blinked away my tears. I didn't answer that question. I didn't have to.

And I didn't want to.