A/N : I am writing like 5 chapters today. Just saying last chapter till after Jamaica I will miss this so much even if it is only for a week.
Disclaimer : I don't own it.
Chapter 3.
I woke up and I was alone. I laid in a big bed in a dark room. I sat up and someone left a glass of water beside my bed, I gratefully gulped it down. I could hear voices outisde the door and it shocked me. The door opened and a woman walked in. She looked oddly familiar..
"Ah you're awake."
"Um, sorry but who are you?"
"Do you not remember me?" She smirks and I shake my head. "Johanna Mason, Victor of the 62nd Hunger Games." Oh right axe lady. "Finnick was frantic, he thought you were dead." She laughed and sat down in the chair beside me. "Wouldn't let anyone leave you alone."
"What time is it?" I asked rubbing my eyes,
"About nine."
"Oh."
"You were out for a good few hours."
"What happened?"
"You fainted." She shrugs and kicks her feet up on the bed, putting her arms behind her head.
"I did?"
"Yep." She made the p with a popping noise. I loooked around the room and it looked like an apartment. "I've never seen Finnick freak out so much." She smirks.
"He freaked out?"
"Oh yea, he was screaming at us for a good hour, even at the doctor."
"Really?" I ask laying back down.
"He was really worried." She chews the side of her mouth. I let my mind wonder for a bit but then the popping noise of her gum brought me back to reality.
"I'll go tell fish boy you're awake." Her feet swing off the bed and she leaves me alone in the room. A few minutes Finnick walks in alone.
"Annie."
"Hey." I smile.
"You scared me."
"So I heard."
"What did Johanna say?" He groaned sitting down in the chair.
"Just that you were worried." I shrugged.
"You got that right."
"Worried about me Odair?" I joked.
"I can't have my tribute dying on me already can I?" He smirks and my heart drops, right I'm just his tribute.
"I guess not." I look around the room again.
"Get some sleep, training tomorrow." He rests his head back on the chair.
"Aren't you going to leave?" I asked and he shook his head.
"No way am I letting you out of my sight again."
I smiled and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
I woke up and rolled over and groaned remembering where I was.
I saw Finnick still lounged in the chair, with his head tilted back, snoring lightly. I smiled at his peaceful face, and he moved, his eyes flickered open.
He blinked a few times before looking down at me, "Morning." I nodded to him and threw off the blankets, he stood up and stretched, "Go shower and we will all meet for breaktfast." I did as I was supposed to and when I came out there was a black jumpsuit on my bed with the label '4' on the sleeve.
I sighed and quickly dressed in it, throwing my hair into a pony tail, I looked around the room one more time. I counted the steps it took me from my room to the dining room, it was 38.
I looked around and the beauty of the apartment hit me, it was spectacular! Everything was colourful and organized in its place.
"Do you like it?" Lucinda asks walking briskly beside me.
"Its nice." I said.
"Nice? Nice! It's only the best!" She looked as though she might faint. Marcus was already there and eating as much food as he can. Repulsed, I sat down beside him, grabbing some toast and nibbling on it.
"Good Morning!" Mags walks with a limp in, for someone who has aged, she really had alot of energy.
Finnick walked in, "Eat eat eat, you will need your energy." He said to me and I looked at the piece of toast. My stomach was doing flip flops and I didn't want to test it at all.
"You'll go down and when you see everything there try not to get overwhelmed, theres alot but you need to pace yourself, make allies if you can, they're useful, but don't show them all of your strengths." Mags mumbles.
"Time to go!" Lucinda squealed practically pulling us by our ears. I was crammed into the elevator with Marcus and it was silent. The door opened and the training center was infront of us. There was mostly everyone there already so we walked over to the crowd of people.
I was never good with people. I am shy, so talking to people wasn't my thing. I sat alone off to the side, and thought about nothing, I let my mind go blank.
A woman with a clip board stepped up and we all turned to her. "My name is Atala and I will be your training guide. During the next three days the game makers will watch you train and then judge you on a scale of 1-12, 1 being bad 12 being the best. Of course you all want to try out a new weapon but may I remind you, do not ignore the survival skills, most of you will die from common reasons. You may begin and may the odds be ever in your favor."
Then everybody rushed off. They all seemed to know where we are going but me. I wondered around helplessly until I saw that the knife station was empty, I figured I'd give it a try.
I walked over and picked up a knife rolling it in my hand, balancing it out.
"Don't hold it like that." A voice said and I jumped almost dropping the knife. "You'll cut yourself." A boy walks over to me grabbing a knife and held it.
"Right." I say placing it down on the table.
"I'm Chase, District 8." He throws the knife hitting the target on bulls eye.
"Annie, District 4." I say and he nods.
"How are you holding up? Away from home and all?" His eyes were blue and his hair was jet black and messy. He was tall and very muscular.
I shrug, "As good as I can be." He nods. "You?"
"Alright." I picked up a knife and look at him for his approval, he nods, and I throw it, hitting the dummy on his leg.
"Not bad for a rookie." He said and I smiled.
"Knives your weapon?" I asked and he shook his head.
"Sling shot is. Yours?"
"Don't have one." He makes a face and I almost laugh, "I know I know."
Chase walks over to get his knives out of the dummy and then walks back to me, "Well you seem like brain power, allies?" He hands out his hand and I shake it. "Allies."
The next few hours I train with Chase, after a while I am not to bad with knives. We break for lunch and we sit alone.
"What do you think the chances are?" He asks
"Like who will make it to the final eight?" He nods. "Well I can see you making it, the careers of course, my district partner, the girl from 6, and the boy from 3."
"I can see you didn't include yourself."
"I don't want to get my hopes up." I shrug and he narrows his eyes at me.
"You seem distant.."
"Do I?" I ask.
"You know what, never mind." He goes back to eating his lunch.
The day dragged on for what felt like forever, but it wasn't. It ended and I was lying on my bed in my room when I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." I called and Finnick walked in carrying a plate.
"You missed dinner, so I brought you food."
"Thanks" I say sitting up and taking the plate.
"Made any allies?"
I nod and then swallow my food, "Chase from District 8."
"A boy?" He asks.
"Yeah there's no problem with that?"
"No there isn't its just.. ah never mind"
"I want the girl from 12 and the boy from 5 also." I said and Finnick stared at me like I was crazy. I watched them earlier the poor littler girl was only 12 and the boy looked really smart but he was only 14.
"They're underdogs and the girl is only 12."
I shrug, "They have potential."
"I want you to come home, not endanger your life for some random people."
"Tell me you didn't have allies!" I stab my food angrily with my fork.
"I didn't, I don't know if you remember my games or not?"
"Oh wait yes I do, you killed helpless people by trapping them then skewing them." I yelled at him and I watched his face morph into pain. My ears go red at what I just said and I feel sick to my stomach.
"Finnick.. I didn't mean it like that."
"No I know, its alright you're angry."
I shook my head, "Its not alright."
He shrugs, "Be allies with who ever but just watch your self alright?" I nodded and took another bite of food before placing the plate on the bed table.
"Finnick is it normal to be this scared?" I ask in a small voice.
"Yes it is." His face softens.
"Okay." I pull my knees up to my chest.
"The next two days I want you to keep sticking with knives and edible plants, also look at snares, make your allies and thats it but don't spend to much time worrying about the careers." He said quickly and I nodded. He pulled me into a hug and I hestitantly raise my arms to his back.
"You have to be the best tribute I have ever had." He said and I laughed.
"The best one?" I raised an eyebrow.
"The best." He grins then pulls out a small box of white things. "Do you want a sugar cube?" He asks and my eye brows go up again.
"A what?"
"Sugar in cubed form."
"They can't be that bad." I said taking one and popping it into my mouth and smiled in delight.
"Are they that bad?"
"No they're the best!" I laughed and went to go take another one but he wagged his finger at me.
"My sugar." He growls playfully and I giggle.
"You have to share!"
"No way!" He laughs and I pout
"Please Finnn." I made a puppy dog face and no doubt I looked stupid, we both bursted into laughter.
"Never-make-that-face-again!" He says wiping his eye.
"What this face?" I ask making it again and he laughed.
"Have all the sugar you want as long as you never make it again!" I grinned in victory and took a few more cubes.
"Is it possible that this is fun?" I ask.
"Clearly it is, because we are having fun."
"But look at the circumstances." I frowned eating more sugar.
"When you get back, we can have many fun times like this!" He gives me a small smile and my heart leaps. He was already thinking about the future. Like he knew I was coming home. Butterflies flew around in my stomach and I tried to ignore them, because I couldn't be falling for this man right here.
I looked up at his face, his green eyes shining and his smile, it isn't forced or cocky, its genuine.
Oh yeah.
I was falling for him.
A/N : Shorter than usual, but they will most likely be like this more often now. Review!