Peeta and I had just arrived in the capitol to participate in the 75th hunger games.
It was horrible.
I just couldn't imagine having to be in the games again, and the worst part was that this time one of us had to die.
That's what I was most worr...
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Peeta and I had just arrived in the capitol. We had to participate in the 75th year of the Hunger Games. Again. Because we were just that lucky to get to relive our trauma from the first one.
It was horrible. I couldn't imagine having to be in the games again. The thought of stepping into that arena haunted me. And the worst part was that this time, one of us had to die. That was what I was most worried about right now.
I didn't want Peeta to die. He was my friend and one of the nicest people I'd met. He had a big heart. If anyone had to die, it would be me. Not Peeta. I was the fool. I hadn't cared about anything else other than surviving. Until I met him.
"Just smile and wave!" Effie said as she left Peeta and me alone in our carriage.
"Wait a minute, I have to ask something to Haymitch," Peeta said and stepped out of the carriage too.
I was thinking of methods on how I could keep Peeta alive in the arena, when suddenly my eyes were resting on a gorgeus boy.
It was Finnick Odair, the guy from District 4. I had seen him in the news on the train, and frankly, he seemed like the stereotypical playboy. He was dirty blond, he was shirtless more often than not, and that smirk almost never left his face. I was almost sure it was glued on.
I doubted that he wanted to put his true personality on display, though. It was most likely just a smart method to manipulate half the population into sponsoring him.
I was pushed out of my thoughts by his captivating voice.
"Katniss!" He said, and I melted at the way my name rolled off his tongue.
"Hello Finnick." I averted my eyes. I was trying to be cold towards him, but I couldn't help it. I felt drawn to him already, and feelings like that were no good for the arena. I had to be stone cold. If I caught feelings for him, or any of the other tributes, I would have to see him die. It just wouldn't work out.
I just needed him to go, but he kept conversing with me.
"Do you want a sugar cube?" Finnick offered with a smile, pulling one out of his pocket and holding it up to me. "They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares about them, right? They've got years to eat sugar, but you and I... well, if we see something sweet we'd better grab it."
I could feel he wasn't only talking about the sugar cube. That guy didn't really care about surviving.
I managed to keep my calm and answered: "No thanks, but I would love to borrow that outfit some day."
