AN: I have a new Percy Jackson that I would love all of you to check out. It's called Before I Die and I would love it if you would read and review. This is the summary…

Annabeth Chase isn't afraid of dying, but she is afraid of not ticking all the things off her list before she goes. One thing she wants to do is fall in love and maybe with the new kid, Percy Jackson, she can do just that.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and sorry if there's any spelling mistakes.

Day Four

Jesse

I lay on the grass near the river, wondering where Hope is and if I'll ever see her again. I didn't know I could ever miss someone I barely knew so much. I just want to see her one more time before I die.

I come out of my thoughts and glance at Finnick, who has just woke up. "How are you feeling?" I ask, jumping to my feet and walking towards him. He has cream for his leg and it's helped a lot but it's still painful to walk on.

"Better than yesterday," he replies and I chuckle. "Have you looked for her yet?"

"No. I wanted you to be awake when I went," I say. "You hungry?"

"A little," he replies and I walk over to the small fire I had made. I pick up a few pieces of chicken and bread before walking back to him and giving him the food.

"Thanks," he says and starts eating.

"I'm going to go look for her, okay?" I say and put his trident near him so he can reach it if someone tries to attack.

"Sure. Good luck," he replies and I walk off.

I tiptoe through the forest, my bow loaded in case someone jumps out. I haven't killed anyone since I've been in the arena but I have a feeling that's going to change soon, no tribute has never not killed before.

As I look for Hope I also hunt for animals, knowing that Katniss and Peeta won't be able to feed me forever. I wonder how many sponsors I have. I mean, everyone thinks I'm weak so I don't think I'll have many.

The sound of a twig snapping brings me out of my thoughts and I look in the direction the noise came from. What looks like a wild turkey comes out from behind the bushes and I raise my bow and close one eye, concentrating on the right place to shoot.

I pull my bow back and go to release it when I hear a loud scream. I freeze. It was definitely a girl's scream. Could it possibly be…? I run in the direction of the loud scream, forgetting about the animal.

I need to know if the girl is Hope. Even if it isn't her I will help the tribute anyway. That scream didn't sound good which means the person is getting attacked. I just hope it isn't Hope. I don't think I could live if it's her.

The screaming stops and I pause, panting from running so fast. I turn and look at my surroundings. Where do I go now? I can't hear the girl and I'm not sure where she is. I sigh and start running again, guessing where to go and hoping I'm right.

I hear a loud voice and I know I'm close to them. I stop running and walk on tiptoes, not wanting the tributes to know I'm here. When I know that I'm in the right place I peek my head around a tree. What I see makes me freeze; Jeremy has his back to me, his hands wrapped around Hope's neck and has pushed her against a wall.

I can't seem to move as I listen to what they're saying. Hope starts talking in a choked whisper and I have to listen closely to hear what's she's saying. "Kill me… but look me in the eye when you do it."

"I'd be glad too," Jeremy replies and takes a hand away from her throat.

The weird sound that comes from Hope's mouth lets me know that even if he's only strangling her with one hand his grip is tight. I watch him as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife. I follow his every move with my eyes. "Where do I start?" he growls. "Hmm, I think I'll start with that pretty face of yours. Jesse's not going to like you then, is he? Not that he's going to ever see you again, anyway!"

I hear Hope gasp and I know he's hurt her. I tell myself to move but it's like my feet have stopped working. "That hurt?" Jeremy growls and moves to the side a little, letting me see Hope's face. She has a deep cut on her cheek, which is bleeding heavily. "Good. You know, this might not have happened if you'd done what I wanted."

"What did you want?" Hope mutters.

"Everything but a stupid kid like you can't give me that. You proved that by teaming up with me. Besides, your mom killed my uncle Cato. She deserves some pain. What better pain than your own daughter getting murdered?"

"She didn't want him to suffer," she somehow yells. "My mom isn't a monst-" he presses against her throat harder and she has a coughing fit.

"Shut up!" he growls but she carries on coughing anyway. He huffs. "This is it. Tell my uncle I said hi," he cackles before raising the knife.

It's like those words were a password. I unfreeze and in a moment I have my bow loaded and pointed at Jeremy's back. I don't even hesitate to shoot and the next thing I know both Jeremy and Hope are on the floor. A cannon goes off.

Hope

Jeremy's grip on my neck loosens and we both drop to the floor. I will never forget the look of shock and pain in his eyes as a cannon goes off. I look at his body, my eyes still blurry and my head spinning but I can just make out an arrow lodged into his heart; only an expert would be able to shoot someone that good.

I try to stand up, clutching my throat and finally releasing my tears even if the whole of Panem is watching. My legs give way underneath me and I fall to the floor again. "Hope!" someone yells. I try to answer but my voice won't work. My eyes start to close while I tell myself not to go to sleep.

The last thing I see before my eyes shut is someone running towards me; someone familiar.

(The Next Day)

I groan when I wake up, my eyes stinging from the bright sun shining and all my bones aching. I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel like… like I was nearly murdered.

The events of last night come back to me and my eyes fly open. Where am I? Where's Jesse? I saw him, I'm sure I did before I fell asleep. "Hope," someone whispers and I turn my head a little despite the dreadful pain. My eyes fall on Jesse.

I find enough strength to smile at the boy sitting next to me, squeezing my hand. "Hi," I whisper.

"Your awake?" he says.

"Yeah," I reply.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Like I nearly got murdered," I reply and he smiles sadly.

"You nearly did." Tears fill my eyes as I realise that if it wasn't for Jesse I would be dead.

"Hey," he whispers, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "Your okay. No one's going to hurt you now, I promise."

"I'm sorry," I cry.

"What for?"

"For thinking you wasn't him," I sob. Confusion is evident on Jesse's face.

"For thinking I wasn't who?" he asks.

"The guy Haymitch was talking about at the Justice Building. He told me to trust someone, their name beginning with the letter J. I thought it was Jeremy but it was you."

"You don't need to worry about that now," he replies.

I suddenly remember Finnick and my eyes widen. "Where's Finnick?" I ask, fear spreading through me.

"He's here but he's asleep. The poor guy got burned a few days ago. He has barely moved since it was only when I brought you back last night that he moved. He told me to sleep while he watched you. He was so worried…" he trails off. "…And so was I."

"Really?" I whisper.

"Yeah, more than you know."

I smile slightly and try to sit up, wincing at the pain I feel from just moving a little. I suddenly want his arms around me. "Stay lying down," Jesse says but I shake my head slightly.

"I want-" I pause.

"What do you want? I'll get you anything," Jesse says.

"I want you to hold me," I say shyly, looking at the grass in which I realise I'm laying on.

I look up again as I hear Jesse shift. He let's go of my hand and put one arm under my legs and another around my back before lifting me into his lap. "Thank you," I whisper, burying my head into his chest.

I feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, "Anytime."

I smile into his chest before I look up to find him staring at me. "You saved my life," I whisper.

"I would do it a million times if I had to," he replies.

I smile again and lift my head a little, making out noses touch. How many times have we been in this situation? Maybe this time we won't be interrupted.

"Thank you," I whisper before pressing my lips to his.

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