↳ 𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗔 𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝔁 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 ⋆˚ ༘ 𖥧
❝ happy hunger games! and may
the odds be ever in your favour! ❞
જ⁀➴
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 after your little sister is reaped for the hunger games, you volunteer for to replace her...
I pinned my arm across his neck, Effie gasping as I spat out, "What the hell was that?! You don't talk to me, and then you say you have a crush on me? You say you want to train alone? Is that how you want to play? Huh?!"
"Stop it! Stop it!" Haymitch yelled, ripping me away from the terrified boy.
"Let's start right now!"
"Hey!" Haymitch let out a breath, looking back between the two of us. "He did you a favor."
"He made me look weak," I snapped.
"He made you look desirable," he hissed lowly. "Which in your case, can't hurt, sweetheart."
"He's right, Y/N," Cinna said, and I glanced over at him.
"Of course, I'm right. Now, I can sell the star-crossed lovers from District 12-."
"We are not star-crossed lovers!" I interrupted, glaring at Peeta.
"It's a television show!" Haymitch huffed. "And being in love with that boy might just get you sponsors, which could save your damn life." He sighed, pinching at his eyes, and turned to Peeta. "Okay. Why don't you get out of here? Maybe I can deliver you both in one piece tomorrow."
Peeta walked towards the stairs, Portia next to him, and he glanced back at me before continuing.
"Manners!" Effie jabbed her finger at me.
That night, I laid awake in bed, desperately trying to sleep, but the sounds of the Capitol still partying denied me the pleasure. I decided to get out of bed, the blush pink night gown Effie had gifted me my first night here shifting across my legs.
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Leaving my room, I played with a piece of my H/C hair, threading the strands through my fingers. When I stepped down the staircase, a small movement caught my eye.
