Catching Fire: You and Me

Chapter 30:

i hear my door open and i dont even bother to look and see who it is. 

"se faire foutre." i sigh

"what?" they ask and i turn to see someone before me who should not be here- not that im complaining.

"Cinna?" i ask.

"yeah, what exactly were you just saying?" he asks defensively.

"oh.. i said to fuck off. sorry..." i scoff. "so why exactly are you here? not that i dont want you here. just... why?" 

"well, with these new games, they're sending me off to style. it took alot but i managed to snag you."

"what makes you think im getting picked?"

he gives me that look. 

"right," i say.

"anway." he moves on. "this year the training center is actually here. why i dont know, but for the games they're moving you to England." he explains. "i had a few ideas and i wanted to get your opinion on them." he pulls a sketch pad and some fabric swatches from his bag and lays them out across my desk.

"i like it. but my opinion doesnt matter." i smirk.

"then who's does?" he asks laughing. 

"theirs." i say motioning to the corner of the room. 

he walks over and looks at them for a minute.

"they couldnt look any more like you and Peeta." he says smiling 

"i know," i say. "too bad they'll be parentless soon. and the worst part is my mother wont let me rewrite my will, so custody goes to Micaela, and since she isnt doing so hot as far as freedom these days, Snow Crane and Wood are going to have them. i couldnt think of a worse childhood." i say. "oh wait. mine."

he grins slightly before sitting down in the arm chair.

"do you miss him?" he asks.

"what kind of question is that? im Katniss Everdeen i cant have emotions." i say rolling my eyes.

"what about Catillia? does she miss him?"

"terribly." i say sadly. 

"but you know you'll probably see him soon." he suggests. "in the training center."

"yeah, do you know how strict the rules are about going to other district's floors?" i remind him.

"and can you tell me the last time you followed their rules?" he counters. 

"very true. i guess the rooftop isnt off limits." i add. 

"any strategies?" he asks. "ideas for getting you both out of there?"

not a clue. "of course." i say cunningly. "but i would never give it away, who knows how heavily bugged it is in here."

"i'd still put my money on you." i say. "especially since you have a bunch of records on your side now." he says "most amount of times in the games. only person to ever represent 2 different districts. double victor." he lists.

"yeah. and only person ever to be kidnapped by Panem." i give a hard look at a plain white wall. "i have a good question. who the hell is mentoring for France?" 

"they took some of the really old Victors and sent them over. if you cant have a native. might at least have a pro." he says. "now come on, its reaping time." he says pointing at the dress on my bed.  

"i guess if im going back, i better look damn hot doing it." i smile and hug him goodbye until we meet again.

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