When 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 gets chosen for 68th annual hunger games and her mentor is none other then the capitol darling, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑.
In the battle of life and death, Juliette Ambrose ends up finding herself falling for her...
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❀— 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 —❀ ACT I CHAPTER 4 ( you're the lucky one )
JULIETTE AND ATLAS STEPPED OFF THE CHARIOT AND JULIETTE IMMEDIATELY FELT TWO ARMS WRAP AROUND HER, "Oh you two were amazing! We are all anyone will be talking about." Said Ophelia as she gushes over the pair.
They weren't even given a minute to reply as they were wisked towards the elevator, Juliette didn't miss the stares of jealousy and awe that were given to them by other tributes passing them but she pretended like nothing had happened.
Another pair of footsteps could be heard as she and Atlas arrived at the elevator, it was no-one other than Finnick. God knows where he had been, probably already warming up to the ever so joyous people of the Capitol trying to get on their good side.
She glare at him, he grins at her.
"Hello to you too sunshine." He says sarcastically, "Whats up your ass on this fine day?" Juliette somehow manages to hold back the laughter that threatens to spill out of her throat.
Juliette rolls her eyes at the boys actions and ignores Finnick as the elevator goes upwards to the level labeled '4', when it stops she's the first to step out and rush down to the room.
When Ophelia opens the door she rushes to her room and locks the door behind her, Juliette takes off her heels throwing them into a random direction hitting something in that direction. She tares open the zip on the back of her now glistening white dress pulling it down to the floor as she steps out of it.
Juliette pulled out the pearls inside of her hair, then took off the dramatic eyelashes stuck to her eyes and ran towards the bathroom. When she reached it she wet the small pink flannel and scrubbed the makeup off her face which was now streaming with tears.
she was having a panic attack.
Red splotches covered her face as her breaths grew shallow and it felt as if the world was sitting on-top of her, everything was muffled. The knocking on the door grew quieter and quieter by the minute.
She tried to say something but nothing came out. Just as she was about to fall someone caught her and brought her down slowly. Trying to see out of her glassy eyes Juliette made out a tall blonde figure holding her.
The girl somehow managed to hear what the voice was saying, "Breathe Juliette, breathe. It's okay, it's okay." The voice was saying repeatedly.
Then she heard it. The voice that was comforting her, it was Finnick. He was yelling at three other figures stood at the door waving his free hand around, he must've been telling them to leave.
