BloodSting ~ Hunger games fanfic

3; Recap

Tree blurred right on by as we passed at a rapid, constant speed. My gaze remained out of the window, away from Beverly and all the food being laid out on the table. Although Beverly Hitchcock truly wasn't a bad person, I didn't find any motivation of interacting with her. She escorting me to my death sentence. What is there to talk about between her and me?

"Eat up, you two! There's plenty of food!" Beverly chimed, breaking our unusual silence. My gaze left the window for a second, and didn't leave the food I was eyeing. She was right; there's definitely plenty of food. On the table was a feast of bread, soups of different kinds, and lamb meat. I began salivating with hunger, realizing I hadn't ate since this morning. Beverly smiled cheerfully towards me then to Kei, "Go on, help yourselves! Gunter will join us shortly!"
While Kei grabbed himself a bowl of brothy, rich soup, I looked at Beverly with confusion. Whose Gunter? Then I remembered.

For the Games, the victors of your district were your mentors. They gave you advice with training and interviews, and was in control of sponsors and when to send them to you in the arena. Gunter Weezer was our one and only, newest victor. He won the Games last year, which was a very big deal to our district as we had no more victors since Eloise Treenman's death. I remember the welcoming party we had in celebration of him returning. He didn't stay long at the party though. He went straight to the Victor's Village with his family. I don't blame him. Not at all, especially seems how I too will now be a piece in the games.

I don't know how I'd forgotten about Gunter. Bitter, quiet Gunter. Tainted by the Games and grief that comes with being victor. So much sympathy goes out to him from me, especially now.  His Games were one of the few I watched every detail. Seems how I'm almost 16, dad wasn't been as strict of shielding me from the Hunger Games, therefore he let me watch the whole 99th Games as long as he was in the room watching it by my side. Every detail in the arena was projected up on our Tv, as well as everyone else's all in Panem. Every death Gunter witnessed, some caused because of him. Every tragedy live on television- especially ours and Weezer's families. Just watching what Gunter's gone through, I can understand his cold stance. Why he's almost never there. And I guess why I'd forgotten his existence. His absence is forgivable and his presence forgettable. Guilt began to fill my stomach like the food I was shoving into it. Why would I forget Gunter Weezer, the 99th Hunger Games victor? I silently scolded myself.

As we ate the time away, Beverly became more and more antsy, awaiting Gunter to come. After my fourth bowl of soup, she began to stand up; "Where is he?" She seemed to hiss like a cat. Before she did or said anything else, the one and only Gunter Weezer appeared. His blackish hair in a messy man-bun and his green eyes seem to be a dull minty gray. He had a velvety, fancy yet torn jacket to go with his stained worn-out tank-top. Just by looking at him, you could tell he wasn't in the best mood- probably won't be for a long, long time. And hearing him confirmed it.

"Sorry I'm late everybody." He said in a mocking Capitol accent. A scowl happened to come to his lips and only seemed to grow when Beverly spoke with her actual Capitol accent, "Where were you?!? We all were worried sick!" That wasn't true, for me at least. I'd forgotten about Gunter completely.

"I was busy." Was all he said before sitting down and not saying another word.
After that, no word came from anyone. That's good. Gave me a mental break. Like the minutes given to be in between those goodbyes back in the Justice
Building.
By the fifth bowl of soup, I was growing full, so while eating some lamb I took my time. Kei seemed to also be getting full, as he stopped eating altogether and was now working on washing it down with a cup of tea. That's when conversation began.
"Are you excited or nervous?" Beverly said to the two of us, a nervous smile on her face. I think she's asked tributes this before and they probably went ape shit on her. I sure was trying my hardest not to snap. Good thing Gunter did it for me.