I'm awoken by the squeaky voice of Silver saying this to our tributes: 'eat up you've got a big day today!' Right. So they have. It's training and I've barely said to words to them since the train. Oh no wait I have. Last night, when I complimented them on how utterly stupid they looked.

I take a shower hammering down on all the buttons trying to find a setting that washing me. I feel nothing but sore when Im done so I quickly dress and head out my room.

"Ah Johanna's here now so she can go through a few things with you." Silver smiles to them then giving me a look as to say 'get helping them now'. I sit down pouring myself a well needed cup of coffee. "Play yourself down. Don't go letting out your final defence. They'll be expecting that." I tell them beginning to butter some bread.

"And we should listen to that advice why?" The girl asks. Did I mention that she's starting to really aggravate me?

"Because I used that tactic and I'm stood here now sweetie." I say patronisingly. I can tell it shut her up.

"Just." I hear her mutter though.

I thrill with laughter. "You might've been too young to remember my games honey but I killed one with my bare hands!" I snarl over the table. She is immediately silenced. I bet that threat last night still lingers in the back of her head.

I'm just stuffing a piece of bread in my mouth when the door falls open and Blight stumbles through. Erin and Barker's eyes widen in bewilderment.

"Get him a coffee. Bloody hell Blight what've you been drinking!" I sigh.

They look pretty shocked that this is our yearly routine.

"Should he really be drunk? He's meant to be our mentor?" Erin asks. I shoot her an angry glare.

"Should you really be commenting?" I say in her squeaky voice. I waft my hand over to Silver.

"Get her to training before I show her some tricks myself." I tell her.

"We'll be an hour early though." Silver begins to say. I throw my hands in the air in exasperation.

"Do I really care? At least they'll look eager." I sigh and with that she leaves. God damn tribute! She's a complete brat and I thought she was from the poorer end of 7!

"It's making me wanna choose the boy even more." A who I thought was unconscious Blight says. I smile slightly. Me too.

I end up leaving Blight in the room and head downstairs myself. All the mentors are gathered around the buffet smiling, chatting and joking. I get a plate just to disguise the fact I'm not fussed about talking to anyone.

A pair of wrinkly yet shaky hands clasp around my arm as I scoop some plumb beef stew onto my plate. Mags.

I'm just about to turn around to greet her when her sharp yet muffled voice begins. "You really upset Finnick this year girlie." For some reason Mags disapproval of me hurts more than most.

I'm just about to stutter some excuse when Finnick himself steps in. "Don't interfere like that Mags. Johanna did nothing wrong. Go sit down." He tells me firmly steadying her on her way.

I don't flush him with thanks, instead I just go back to what I was doing. "I'm sorry about her." He apologises to me and when I don't respond he gives me a slight shake.

"Johanna I'm talking to you." He says irritably as I continue to ignore him.

"Were you? Or are you gonna just get Mags to do that now? Look if you're mad at me than just have it out with me yourself." I say letting out a hell of anger relief.

What was wrong with me? Why was I so vile to people?! I didn't mean to be I just am. I turn back to face him. He's stood there with a piece of my favourite velvet cake on a plate. I suppress a tiny smirk.

"That for me?" I ask him still firmly.

"Well it was for you before you bit my head off! But now I might have it myself..." He ponders off chipping off a bit of the cake and pulling it to his lips.

I slap his wrist finding myself laughing.

"I'll take the darn cake Odair!" I say taking the cake from his hands.

He smiles slightly glad I've partially forgiven him.

"Dinner at mine tonight?" He asks me as I slot down at a table.

"Can't afford your prices." I joke taking a bite of stew. He huffs a laughter that's partly out of humour but also hurt.

"I'm free. Please. We've got a lot to catch up on. Enjoy your cake." He smiles pecking my nose then walking off.

My two tributes look exhausted when they get back and I'm hardly in a mood to act concerned.

"What's with you missy?" Silver asks me as I slump down on the sofa.

"Had my head bit off too many times today Silv." I sigh switching on the TV. I'm going to go up to Finnick's soon but I need ten minutes first.

She kisses my forehead and sits down on the sofa beside me.

"You know I'm not biting your head off but I hope you and Finnick make up soon. You're acting too tough and however much you deny it you need that boy." She tells me. Not judging me more just telling me.

"He's a jerk though." I mutter. She shrills with laughter.

"Oh he might be a jerk hun, but he's been there since day one." She reminds me stroking my cheek.

He has. He's been there stroking my hair at 3 in the morning, or eating take aways with me at stupid o'clock. He's been at the phone call even after all the crap I've put him through.

He's been there through everything. He's seen me at my best and he's seen my at my all time worst. So really it isn't his fault that he's partially fallen in love with me because if you've gone through so much with someone you're gonna feel attached to them.

I head up to his room allowing myself in. Mags gives me a grunt and I can't help think how utterly obnoxious she's being with me. I open up Finnick's door and I can't help burst with excitement when I see what he has prepared. One bottle of white and a great big bag of our favourite sweets.

I head over to him climbing on his bed taking a glass off the side. It's good stuff as well and I find myself feeling completely at ease in know time. It's as easy s breathing though with Finnick.

We can sit in utter silence and still feel completely at ease. It's getting late though and I'm about to get up when he grabs my hand.

"Stay the film isn't over yet." He mumbles but he's so sleepy I wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep in seconds.

"That wasn't part of the conditions Odiar." I remind him.

"Call it a sleepover. Please Mason, I haven't slept in a week." He begs me and the tire and weakness in his voice makes me cave in.

I curl up to him just like old times.

"We'll have the wicked witch to condemned with in the morning." I mutter as we both become drowsy. He chuckles slightly.

"She can be a bit obnoxious sometimes but she means well." He sighs.

It's funny because he can't bring himself to say a bad word about that woman and I know what it's like because I feel the exact same way about Silver and when I try explaining that to people like Chuck they just don't get it. It's because to them Silver just seems like an obnoxious, pompous and Capitol loving person but to me she is not. To me she is someone who I know cares for me. So I do not mention Mags again and let him to sleep because if he cares about her that's good enough for me.