Deanie's POV #4

I turn over towards the window and look out it and see that it is early afternoon. Probably one. I can't believe that I slept in that long. A tree rushes pass and my eyes land on a figure in the glass and rub my eyes thinking its just the smoggy of waking up. Its a reflection, that means that its inside the room with me. When it doesn't disappear I slowly begin to turn over. I try my best not to make any noise but the bed squeaks under my weight. I cringe. I'm finally turned all the way over when I see Finnick asleep on one of the kitchen chairs. He must of brought it in last night. Last night? Why is he here in the first place? I sit up on my elbows and look around for a moment. I grab the pillow and throw it at his head.

"What!" He looks at me with drowsy eyes. "Thanks for the wake up call." He sits up straight from his slouch and rubs his eyes. I look at him with a grin on my face.

"Care to tell me why you are in my room?" I pull the blanket from my legs. Wait I didn't even use a blanket. Maybe I put it on without knowing. He points to the blanket.

"You were shivering last night so I put it on you." i look down at the blanket and throw it off me. His hands graze the ceiling as he stands to stretch. "I saw Brody standing outside your door last night as I was going to the washroom." A yawn cuts him off. "I thought keeping watch would be better than me catching him and beating him to a pulp."

"Thank you." I stand up and grab a shirt and pants out of the dresser. "But I don't need a guard dog." I storm off into the bathroom and strip from my wrinkled tank top and shorts. I turn on the shower but don't step in. Hopefully he gets the hint and leaves. I open the door to the a few seconds later and pull the last inch of my top over my belly. I look up to see Finnick standing where I had left him.

"Breakfast sounds good." He beams a smile at me. I glare at him.

"No." I turn towards the mirror and begin brushing my hair. "I'm not hungry."

"Oh. Ok." I see him look down at the ground. "I'll come by later." My stomach growls at me and I close my eyes. Damn it. I thought I convinced him. I turn my head and some of the curls hit my face. "Come on lets go." He grabs my wrist and pulls me out the door.

"But my hair." I glare at him. I hate my hair down.

"Your hair looks fine." He releases my wrist after I tug a little.

"I don't care about that." I begin the walk faster than him. "I hate my hair down."

"I don't know." He grabs a strand of my hair and flings it in my face. "I like it down." He speeds up and walks beside me. Although it is hard to walk down these cars because they are narrow. So me and Finnick's shoulders are touching and I try to shrink away from him. "The waves of your hair reminds me of the water at home. Then your green eyes are like the seaweed under the waves." I think about that for a moment then remember my mom. I walk faster from Finnick.

I stand in the doorway of the cart and look around me. I see Smuil sitting at a table wearing a bright green robe. He waves at me but I ignore him and look over at Brody who is sitting at a booth with his back facing me and is shoveling food down his trap. The sight of Brody brings me angry. I want to repay the kids he has tortured their whole life. I want him to know I'm not to be messed with. Finnick's footsteps boom behind me and I walk over to Brody. My hand grabs his head of hair and I bash his face against the table. Blood gushes everywhere and both Smuil and Finnick rush to Brody's side.

"What the hell D!" Finnick looks up at me as he kneels to examine Brody's face. Brody turns his head then smiles at me and he Stands up. Finnick doesn't give him the chance and pushes him back down and holds his shoulders to the back of the seat.

"That is not peace." Smuil grabs the first aid kit from the wall and sits beside Brody, trapping him against the wall. I feel the smile on my face. I look over at Finnick and he has anger in his eyes. He lets go of Brody's shoulders and advances towards me. He grabs my arm just above the elbow and pulls me back to the other cars. We walk past my room and keep on walking.

"Finnick." Finnick ignores me and continues to hold my arm. "Where are we going?" My arm hurts now. I get no response from Finnick. So I rip my arm out of his hand and stop in the hallway.

He looks back at me. "What the hell do you think your doing!?"

"I'm showing Brody that I'm not weak." I look at him. "I only fixed what you put in his head." He walks towards me but speaks in a lower voice.

"I'm trying to make you look weak on purpose Deanie." He grabs my shoulders. "I know you are strong, but he didn't know that until you pulled that tough guy trick."

"Him thinking I'm weak isn't going to help me." I slap his hands of of me. "Its going to make me a target."

He rolls his eyes and steps back. "If he thought you were weak he would of left you alone until the end." He doesn't know what he's talking about. "If he left you alone that could of gave you time to come out swinging when he least expects it." He waves his hand at my face. "No your ego had to get in the way and that probably cost you tour life." He turns away from me. "Trust me I know a lot about these games." He looks at me. "More than you know."

"Well I don't need your help." I turn away from him and cross my arms. It reminds me as if I'm a child. So I stop and put my arms at the side.

"Whatever Deanie." He opens his door to his bedroom which is a few feet to the right. "Find something to eat and then get ready, because we'll be in the Capitol in a couple hours." The door slams before I can apologize. I look at the door and feel upset with myself. How could I be so stupid. I slouch my head and walk towards the dinning car. I should get something to eat. While I can anyways.