Since her first day of eighth grade, one of the few constant, fundamental truths of Annie Cresta's existence had been her hatred of Adria Waters. She couldn't argue that the other woman had deserved both Miss Scholastic and Miss Photogenic at the fair last year, but the fact that she'd been on the podium for Miss Congeniality as well was laughable. Now, it seemed, her old junior high enemy (if she could be called that – Annie doubted Adria had much more than noticed her existence) had a new title in mind, one came with a mansion and all the money one could spend in a lifetime. Though, she had to admit, even without those perks, Mrs. Finnick Odair would probably be a coveted position.
"You can't be serious," she'd told him after the first time she had seen them together.
"About what?"
"Adria Waters? Really? The woman's a menace."
He had shrugged. "She seems like a nice girl to me. Anyway, what do you care? Want me all to yourself, Cresta?" The wink he'd added to the end of that sentence still stung a bit.
"I just don't want you to get hurt, especially not by someone who's using you." Why couldn't he understand that she only wanted what was best for him? True, she hadn't spoken to Adria since about ninth grade (and even then, their conversations had consisted of little more than 'excuse me' in the hallways), but that didn't mean she wasn't an excellent judge of character.
Finnick had scoffed at her concern. "I think I can handle my relationships by myself, thank you."
"You just don't know her the way I do –"
"And you don't know her the way I do."
Maybe it was that little rejection that made her hate what she saw now. When she'd glanced out her bedroom window, she had only intended to see what the weather was like today, not to spy on two young lovers wading and splashing and laughing together as though nothing existed besides the ocean and their own pocket of love. She told herself she wasn't jealous, but it was all too easy to picture herself down there in the place of the blonde woman. Finnick ran towards the woman and scooped her up in his arms, but before their lips met, Annie closed the curtain, doing her best to ignore the tear that slid down her cheek. She had seen more than enough.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I received a couple requests for a sequel to Summertime, so I have made it its own separate four-chapter story, the first two of which are currently uploaded. I hope you've been enjoying these oneshots, and I'd love to know what you're thinking of them!