Johanna's POV

"Remy, this is stupid," I argue. "You're being a jealous freak!"

"Jo, I don't like them," he continues. "I don't like either of them. They're dangerous guys."

"You met them today," I exclaim. "This might be the dumbest thing you've ever said! Remy, you know I love you, but we're talking about good guys! You're wrong!"

He starts to argue again but I cut him off. "It's late. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

I hang up the phone and collapse into my bed. "He doesn't like us," Gale says, not tearing his eyes away from his book.

"No shit," I look at him. "Jealousy is the best fucking way to start a fight."

He shrugs. "I guess it's pretty bad, but I still think lying is the worst."

"Well, yeah. Lying is it's own separate category," I say, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"We should sleep," Gale reminds me. "It's really late." He leans over and turns off the lamp.

Annie's POV

"Now, that everyone's awake," I start, "I need to talk to you guys about something."

Everyone at the kitchen table looks up from their food. "Christmas is in fifteen days away, and my parents were planning on coming to my apartment, but since it burned down . . . I told them they could come here. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

"Nope," Katniss says and turns back to her coffee, and Peeta, Gale, and Johanna shake their heads.

"I'm not even going to be here," Finnick tells me. "I'm going to Kansas City to visit my parents. I leave on Monday."

"Great," I smile. "That means my parents can sleep in our room."

"Yeah," he shrugs. "Are you ready for work?"

I nod and grab my purse. Finnick and I get up and walk to his car. "Is your shoot at the beach or the pool today?" I ask him.

"Beach," he informs me. "I'll pick you up at three o'clock."

"Okay," I say. "If I finish early, I'll walk down and watch the end of your shoot."

I hop out of the car and he drives off.

Katniss's POV

"Katniss, will you grab my lunch from the fridge?" Lisa, a third grade teacher who works at my school, asks me.

"Sure," I push my chair back and walk to the fridge.

I grab it just as I hear a voice say, "Hey, dumbass."

Oh, no. Please, no. Please tell me I'm just imagining this.

I whirl around and see Johanna standing in the doorway to the teacher's lounge. "Hey, Jo. Why are you here? Why are you at the place where I work?"

"You forgot your lunch," she holds out a paper bag. "Gale suggested I take it to you on my way to work."

"Who's Gale?" Lisa asks.

"One of my roommates," I tell her. I grab the bag from Johanna.

"How many roommates do you have?" Lisa seems confused.

"Five," Johanna answers for me. "Annie, Finnick, Peeta, Gale, and me. By the way, Peeta wants you to stop leaving your bras laying around. He's tired of picking them up."

"Oh, my god, shut up," I snap. "You're embarrassing me! Next time, just send Peeta, Gale, or Annie. Even Finnick would be better than you!"

She just laughs. "Yeah, okay. Bye."

I slide into my chair and take a bite of my sandwich. "Your life is . . . interesting," Lisa puts her cast up on a chair.

"That's the understatement of the century," I mutter.

"Did they live in your apartment building?" Lisa asks me and I nod. "Are they all . . . as bad as her?"

I laugh. "No, she's the worst. The rest are pretty good. I mean, they all have problems, but none of them are unbearable."

"Who was that?" Cole walks into the teachers' lounge. "The woman with the pixie cut? I passed her in the hallway."

"My roommate," I take a bite of my apple.

"She's pretty," he sits down. "Is she single?

"No, and you would hate her," I say. "Trust me. She's awful."

"Katniss, I'm sure you're overreacting," Cole chuckles.

"When she came in, she greeted me with 'hey, dumbass.' She's really horrible," I tell him.

"Do any of your roommates like her?" Lisa asks.

"Everyone except Peeta and me," I lean back in the chair.

"And Peeta is?" Cole asks.

"He's the baker," I tell him.

"Which one's the model, again?"

"That's Finnick," I say.

"Why do we like each other more than the other teachers?" Beth asks randomly.

"Because we're the only ones under sixty," Cole jokes.

"Spoken like a true dumbass."

Finnick's POV

"Annie," I roll down the window. "You ready?"

"In a minute," she calls as she pulls herself out of the pool. "Let me change out of my suit first."

I pull out my phone and call my mom. "Hey, Mom, it's me. I just want to make sure that it's still okay that I'm coming on Monday."

"Of course, Finny! By the way, you and Sylvia are on the same connecting flight. Please sit with your little sister!"

"Okay, Mom, I'll sit with her. Am I going to have to put up the decorations when I get there?" I ask her.

"No," she tells me. "Your cousins, Kayla and Tom, are already here. They set it up this year."

"Mom, my roommate's coming. I have to go. Bye."

"Bye, Finny." I hang up the phone as Annie opens the passenger door.

"Who was that?" she questions.

"My mom," I tell her.

"What were you talking about?" she inquires.

"Christmas," I tell her. "You know . . . I'm kind of worried."

"Why?" she asks. "Christmas is great."

"I'm going to tell them that I'm a model," I sigh. "They think I'm studying to become a doctor. They're going to be so fucking pissed off."

"Finnick, you're their son! They won't care what you chose to do with your life," she reassures me.

"Annie, I don't mean to sound rude . . . but you don't know my parents," I frown at her. "They are very traditional."

"FINNICK! WATCH THE ROAD!" Annie yells. I slam down on the breaks just before we hit the car in front of us.

I chuckle. "Sorry."

"You're going to get us killed," she laughs. "Be careful!"

I glance at her and feel something weird. She tosses a wet strand of hair behind her shoulder and giggles. She looks . . . perfect.

I shake my head. Maybe I inhaled too much salt water at my shoot.

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