Kylo Odair- younger brother of the Capitol's sweetheart, Finnick Odair- gets reaped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games. In attempts of finding allies, he meets a baker's son from District 12.
[The Hunger Games]
[Book one of ?]
[Peeta Mellark X MALE/OC...
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"Where did that girl run off to?" Moira tsked, her platinum blonde hair bouncing as she shook her head, "You see, this is why I never had children of my own. You can't keep track of them, even with people who are supposed to help you to."
She gestured to the Avoxes standing throughout the room. The Capitol workers took this as a sign to move from their posts and look from Mallory. Immediately, two went upstairs and one searched the main floor.
Kylo sat across from his brother at the dinner table, chewing on mixed vegetables, potatoes, and ham. On another plate, he had a piece of berry cobbler and one scoop of ice cream— both of which he had never had before coming to the Capitol. He silently leaned forward and picked up another roll from a bread basket.
"Did they not feed you in the hospital?" Finnick asked as he noticed his brother's unusually large plate.
"Not this." Kylo said, "It was mostly weird mushy food with red jello."
The youngest brother took another bite of ham and potatoes before preparing for a bite of vegetables. Moira looked at him with a raised brow and a look of disgust. She lightly pushed away her food.
"Sorry I'm late."
Mallory entered the room followed by a young lady with black hair and a white mask. The woman pulled Mallory's chair out before pushing it in after the tribute sat. Mallory thanked her before setting her napkin on her lap.
Kylo scanned his ally with curious eyes. She looked tired— no, tired was an understatement, she looked exhausted— had flushed cheeks, and her eyes appeared bloodshot. It was beyond obvious she had been crying for the duration of her disappearance. Kylo could only assume it had something to do with her training score.
"When you left," Finnick began, "Peeta and Katniss got their training scores."
"What were they?" She asked as she scooped some corn and chicken into her plate.
"Peeta got an eight and Katniss got and eleven."
Mallory dropped her fork on her glassware with a CRASH. She hastily picked it back up before letting out a small breath. Kylo watched her with cautious eyes.
"An eleven is very unusual, Mallory." Finnick informed her, "No one could have predicted that."
She hummed and Kylo opened his mouth.
"Mallory, you still got a good score-" He began.
"Kylo, don't." She started, "Please don't start."
He bit his cheek, his large appetite suddenly gone.
Mallory snapping at the dinner table was normal at that point. After all, most of the dinners consisted of Kylo attempting to calm the girl down and her causing an argument. However, this time was different. This time, it was clear she didn't feel like fighting.
