Katniss's POV

"Good news," Peeta holds the thermometer in front of him. "Your fever broke!"

"Thank God," I throw my head back. "I am so tired of being sick! I have to teach tomorrow!"

"Well, you should be better by then," Peeta says.

"Thanks, Peeta."

"For what?" he asks.

"Staying with me. I know I get crabby when I'm sick."

"It's no problem. I love hanging out with you," he says. "Besides, you have really good taste in movies."

"You really like James Bond, don't you?"

He laughs. "Who doesn't?"

I lean back in my bed. "Sorry for being such a brat," I say.

"Seriously, you weren't," he swats me playfully in the shoulder.

"You're too nice," I smile and take a sip of tea.

"You sound just like my third grade teacher," he says.

"Your third grade teacher knew what she was talking about. Why'd she tell you that anyway?"

"I took a bird with an injured wing into school," he chuckles. "She took it away from me. I don't know what happened to it."

I grin. "I'd be the kid who through the rock at the bird or kicks."

"I couldn't do that. I love animals," he says.

"I've seen you eat beef."

"That's different. Beef is delicious," he smiles.

"I can't argue with that."

Annie's POV

I pull my hair into a ponytail and put on a pair of sunglasses. "So, you're filling in for Kate?"

I whirl around and see a tall and muscular boy. He's probably a little bit younger than me - maybe in his last year of college. He has skin so dark that it's nearly black and neatly cut brown hair. He's grinning at me.

I shrug my shoulders. "I guess."

"Do you know how to lifeguard?" he asks.

I nod. "I did it a few years ago. I prefer being a swim coach though."

"Me too."

I raise my eyebrows. "You're a swim coach?"

He shakes his head. "No. I used to be, but I quit because my schedule couldn't handle it. I'm Kevin by the way."

"Annie," I shake his outstretched hand.

"Great, you two have met," Sandy approaches us. "I need you to do a good job because this kid's dad is seriously rich. He could do some good things for the pool."

"Yes, Cap'n," Kevin salutes. I chuckle.

"I'm serious," she says. "This is really important."

"We'll be great," I say. "Don't worry."

"Okay," Sandy takes a deep breath. "Go to your posts."

Kevin and I each climb up onto lifeguard chairs on opposite side of the pool. He gives me a thumbs up. From where I'm seated, I can see Finnick preparing for his shoot.

Sandy opens the pool gates and a bunch of kids between the ages of ten and fifteen hurry in. Most of the boys just hop in the pool, and the girls find lawn chairs for tanning. Three girls sit down in chairs to my left and start whispering.

I turn my attention back to the pool. Everywhere I look people are either flirting with each other, splashing each other, or dunking the smaller kids.

I hear an impatient finger snap to my left and look down. It's one of the girls who sat next to me.

"Yes?" I ask her.

"Do you know if that model guy is single?" she points to Finnick and I choke back a laugh.

"Why?"

"He's smokin'," one of the other girls replies.

"He's single, but I'm pretty sure he's too old for you. He turns twenty-six in four days."

"How do you know that?" the third girl asks me.

"He's my roommate," I answer. Their mouths fall open.

"He's your roommate?" the first one questions.

I laugh. "Why is that so unbelievable?"

"I figured he lived with some other male models," she replies.

"Nope."

They go back to whispering to each other and I turn back to the pool. A few more people have migrated into the pool, but other than that it looks exactly the same.

I glance up at Kevin and he shrugs his shoulders as if to say, "It goes on for hours."

For the next hour, I sit there, doing absolutely nothing, until something catches my eye. One of the older boys is holding the smallest boy underwater. The little boy is thrashing around.

Kevin and I lock eyes and I tilt my head in their direction. I mouth, "Should we do something?"

He holds up his finger to say, "Give it a minute."

The boy being held goes utterly still. I give him a couple of seconds to move, but he doesn't. Kevin blows his whistle before I do and shouts, "Everyone out of the water!"

Everyone in the pool - with the exception of the boy who was held under - climbs out, confused. Because the boy is closer to him than me, Kevin dives in. I jump off my chair and run around to the edge of the pool. Kevin hoists the boy out of the water and I drag him onto the concrete. I run my hand over his nose and mouth but find no air. Kevin puts his hand on the boy's chest and shakes his head.

"Do you know CPR?" I whisper to him urgently.

"No, I'm from Denver!"

I curse. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

I press down on his chest thirty times and check his airways. Nothing. I plug his nose and blow air into his lungs. Still nothing. I press on his chest again, and he coughs, water dripping down his chin.

The boy who had held him under exhales from behind me, and kneels down next to him. "Oh, thank God! Chris, I'm so sorry! That was stupid of me! I'm so sorry!"

The boy, Chris, stares up at him. "What are you talking about? What happened?"

The older boy pulls him into a hug. "I am so sorry!"

The other kids crowd around the pair, so I push my way out of the crowd. Leaning on the changing room wall is Finnick, his arms crossed over his chest. I grin and walk up to him.

"And the student, becomes the master," he says. Then, because he's Finnick, he adds, "I feel like I should get some credit for that. I mean, if I hadn't taught you CPR, you wouldn't have saved him."

"What are you doing over here, anyway?" I ask. "Shouldn't you be doing your shoot?"

"We came over to see what the commotion was about."

"Well, you and your abs, really should get back over there if you and your abs don't want to get fired."

"Me? Fired?" He scoffs. "Please, Annie, you're insulting me. I'm not going to get fired. I mean, I'm the sexiest man alive."

Johanna's POV

"You hungry?" Peeta asks, flopping down beside me on the couch.

I shake my head. "I don't get hungry when I'm sick."

"You should be better soon," he tells me. "Katniss's fever broke this morning."

"Gale," I call upstairs. "You owe me ten bucks! Katniss's fever broke!"

"I'll give it to you later," he says as he comes down the stairs.

The door swings open, and Finnick and Annie walk in. They're both beaming.

"We have a hero in our presence," Finnick announces, gesturing to Annie.

"I'm intrigued," Peeta grins. "Go on."

"Annie gave a kid at the pool CPR. She saved his life."

My mouth falls open. "It really wasn't a big deal," Annie says. "His brother was holding in him underwater and he inhaled too much pool water."

"Annie, that's awesome," Gale says.

"You'll go down in history," I say sarcastically. "I can see it now. The lights. The autographs. The fame. And then I'll be famous by association."

"Johanna, if any of us go down in history, it will be you," Finnick tells me.

"You think so? What for?" I question.

"Rampaging through the streets of Los Angeles, killing innocent bystanders."

I cross my arms over my chest. "Can I get a second opinion?"

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