Y/n in the hunger games

~7~

"Tomorrow, they'll bring you in one by one, to evaluate you. This is important, higher ratings mean sponsors. This is the time, to show them everything you've got. They'll have a bow, knives, a machete almost anything you can imagine that will help you win the games."

We've spent the last four days training our asses off, most of it went smoothly without any other hiccups. The tributes from five now know not to mess with Noah and I, so they've kept to themselves somewhat and only talking to the tributes from one and two, the careers. Over the past few nights Noah and I have slept in the same bed, enjoying the warmth and comfort the other brings. There may be slight feelings growing there on my part, maybe.

"Owen Mason, from district 7." The loudspeaker says as it calls us in for our evaluations.

"You'll do great, don't worry." As Noah whispered in my ear Owen walked out of the room with blood on his hand.

"April Ward, from district 8" The loudspeaker calls.

"Is he ok?" My face full of concern as my head follows as he walks down the hall.

"Just think of Gus." Noah says bringing me back. Poor Angus is at home, watching tv waiting for his sisters score to come up.

"Do you have any siblings?" I look into his light blue eyes only now realising they have little tinges of a darker blue.

"I've got a sister. Her name's Olive. She's 17."

"Peter might know her."

"Probably." He smiles draping his arm over my shoulder. We sit in silence until the boy from 11 is called. "You're up next. Don't think about anyone or anything else. Just imagine you're in the woods with Jack, Gale and Katniss."

"This is a lot different from hunting Noah."

"I know but just use your imagination."

"I'll try my hardest."

"Y/n Y/l/n, from district 12."

"Wish me luck." I get up and walk toward the big doors.

"You don't need luck." Noah winks and I walk through.

I walk through the doors for my evaluation. I scope out my options, I can either throw knives, shoot arrows or cry in a corner. If I'm being honest the third choice is very tempting, but I go for the knives. I pick one up, feeling its weight in my hand.

"Y/n Y/l/n, from district 12." I say, trying to get the attention of the game makers while they talk obnoxiously loud. "Excuse me!" One of them finally turns around and sees me, he gets everyone to hush and pay attention.  "Y/n Y/l/n, district 12."

The head game maker nods and I walk back over to the knives. I grab about six in my hand and walk toward the center of the targets. I jump a little on my toes taking a deep breath before firing the knives at the heart of each target, but the last one. The handle hits the target and lands on the ground. I drop my head in disappointment. I can't believe I just did that. I hear laughter come from the game makers and rage fills me. I walk over to the bow not trusting myself to throw a knife correctly at this time and aim for one of the game makers as he has his back turned to me.

"Thank you so kindly for this opportunity." I roll my eyes, put down the bow and walk out, leaving the game maker bald with his toupee pinned to the wall and some laughter erupting.

"How'd you go?" Noah asks as I walk through the doors and his name is called.

"They're going to kill me before I even get to the arena." I say and walk away.

Needing to clear my head, I go for a run. I jog out of the building and to a park where I just run for about 2 hours. I get back to the apartment building and Effie speed walks toward me with Haymitch right behind her.

"And where have you been?" Her voice laced with fury as she spits her words at me.

"I went for a run."

"Oh, and what is this I hear about you shooting the game makers wig off?!" Her face almost matches her hair a bight ruby red color does not fatter her features at all.

"Just some fun." Haymitch laughs at my joke until Effie looks at him and he stops to look down at his shoes.

"Do you realize this reflects badly on all of us. Not just you, not just me, or Haymitch. You could have ruined it for both you and Noah." That was actually somewhat true. I didn't think about what I was doing until I had done it. It also didn't process in my head that they'd punish me by punishing Noah.

"I'm sorry. I just got mad."

"Well let's just hope they think you are as beautiful as you are impulsive." Effie says and she smiles a little before walking off to the couch next to Noah, Arnold and Crystal, Noah's stylist.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they think you're beautiful." Haymitch says with a soft smile, he puts his arm around my shoulder, and we walk to the couches to watch for our scores.

We talk through the scores, well, they talk, Noah and I just zone out and watch the faces appear with numbers. My head rested on his shoulder as Haymitch mindlessly passed us a drink each, we didn't touch it, not really wanting to get drunk but we sip at it.

"And from district 12." Ceaser Flickerman says and I perk my head up and Noah adjusts in his spot. "Noah Jay with a score of 9."

"What oh my god!" I say breathy in shock. "Noah! Oh my god!" I jump up and hug him.

"And Y/N Y/L/N, with a score of 10."