Strong (Johanna Mason Fanfic)

A day full of bullshit Part 1

        I wake up in my bed, my covers drawn off of me. I look to my left and I find Lance wrapped in the covers like a cocoon. I roll my eyes and walk to the bathroom. I strip off the silky robe and walk into the shower. I make the water steam and infuses the bathroom with a smell of deep pomegranate, which I have no idea how it looks but I like the smell. I press a red button for the hair soap. The following gel is bloody red but I go with it and wash my hair. I get out of the shower and let the air-dryer do its job. I put on the night robe and walk out into the room. Lance is up and sitting on the bed. His eyes look up at me and suddenly widen.

        "Oh my god Johanna! Your hair!" he exclaims. I frantically reach to my hair, but it is still at its normal length. I then approach a mirror and then I see what happens.

        "What the absolute fuck?" I yell, touching the bottom half of my hair that has been turned into a bright red color. 

        Lance walks up to me and starts to examine the red hair, sniffing it and rubbing it, trying to get the dye off. It ends up being a waste of time and I sit on the bed trying to process what happened. Goddamn that stupid red hair soap! But as I look at it in the mirror, I start to really like it. Lance is still fumbling with it, trying to process how on earth this happened. I kick him out of my room as I go to change. 

        Just as I put on a pair of black stretchy pants that I really have liked, Livia bursts through the door. 

        "Up, up Johanna! We have interview prep today!" she cheers and looks at me, "Oh my, that color looks brilliant on you! And you are dressed! What accuracy! If you just cleaned up a little it would be nice. Oh wait, Avoxes are here for it. I'll call one up, get those bottles out of your way. Now go eat as I prepare everything."

        I get kicked out of my room and I walk into the dining room, a full table of food awaiting my sorry ass. I sit across from Blight. We are the only ones. 

        "Johanna, what the hell was that? Why did you do poorly yesterday? If you were hungover, I swear to the devil that I will kill you right here, right now!" he glares at me.

        "First of all, good-morning would be nice. Secondly, NO I WAS NOT HUNGOVER! And third of all, you wouldn't kill me now, because the Capitol would screw your ass for that. You wouldn't dare to touch Johanna from District Seven, also known as the girl who sucks at everything and who will die first in the arena. That wouldn't make sense, would it?" I give him a glare, knowing that I owned his ass.

        "I have never had a more stubborn tribute than you. And your language, god damn who the hell taught you how to say profanities like that? You don't act like that in front of the cameras! What the --" he drops his sentence, "you're acting! You are acting! You are tricking people into thinking that you are a helpless little girl. That is brilliant!" he walks up to me and gives me a hug and a kiss on the lips.

        I get uncomfortable since he is a little older than us but not by a lot, and because I have Ramsey and my little toy, Lance. That is when I see him walk to the table and I see his eyes turn a dark color. He frowns and yells.

        "Get off of her! She's not yours!" Lance yells.

        "She's not yours either!" laughs Blight just as he plants a bigger kiss on my lips. I try to escape his tongue.

        "Stop it, Blight. I have someone back home." but he doesn't. He just tries to kiss me more and slide his tongue into my mouth. 

        I see Lance tense up and he momentarily punches Blight in the ribs. He lets me go and Lance grabs my hand and we run off to my room. We frantically open the door, scaring Livia.