Mentors

8

I pace around in my room, nervous, waiting for Peeta to come out from the bathroom.
"Do we really have to go?" I say through the door.
"Haymitch said we do. He is coming with us."
The reaping is next week, and we are visiting the Capitol for two days, to meet the other mentors that have been chosen for this years games. Since there are only three victors in district 12, Peeta and I have been picked to mentor. Haymitch has decided to come with us, which I am beyond thankful for.
Peeta walks out buttoning up his shirt.
As I tie off my braid, I stand in front of him and undo the first two buttons.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing."
I run my fingers through his nicely combed hair.
"Who must I impress?"
"No one. Just for my benefit." I smile, and squeeze his cheek.
He quickly kisses my lips, and picks up our bags. We head downstairs.
Prim comes stampeding down the steps wanting to say goodbye.
"I'll miss you, have fun and try to enjoy it there for me, okay?" she hugs me tightly.
"It's only for two days, little duck. Ill be home before you know it."
Prim opens her arms to Peeta, and he bends to her height so he can hug her. She pulls something from her pocket and hands it to him.
"Take pictures for me, of any wonderful things you find. I know you're good at spotting beautiful things." Prim hands him a camera.
"I did find your sister, so you can say that." he kisses the top of her head and places the camera in his bag. She gives us one last embrace and we board a hovercraft. A hungover Haymitch is helped up also. I take Peeta's hand as it takes off.
"Prim sees you as an older brother you know, she looks up to you." I say. He grins, taking out Prim's camera. He snaps a picture of the sky outside the window. I look out there myself. I never knew the sky could be so beautiful. Peeta honestly does see the beauty in things. We fly right through the clouds. If only I could fly away from all my problems, like stupid birds do.
After a long nap, we arrive to the Capitol and are escorted to a building for victor's visits. This is where we will be staying while the games are in action. We will soon meet the other victors. A nausea comes to me at the thought of it.
The three of us walk into our compartment. I thought that the training center quarters were beyond over the top, but this is so much bigger and more elegant.
We are showed our rooms, that are overwhelming.
Peeta drops his suitcase in shock at our bedroom. My mouth drops open.
The walls are painted a dark red, which reflect the dim lights. The silk, white sheets are calling my name from the bed. The red velvet carpet causes me to take my boots off, and it feels softer than any floor I've ever walked on.
"They really have outdone themselves." says Peeta.
I rip off my jacket, sweater, and shirt before leaping onto the bed.
The covers are chilly and they smell light of lavender. Peeta chuckles, as he picks up the clothes I tossed and places them in a dresser drawer. He opens a window, letting the winter air in.
"Can we nap?" I ask, pulling the covers over my head. I feel him crawl under with me and wraps his arms around my waist.
"We can't sleep. Must be at the dining hall in fifteen minutes. You should dress. We can try to ally with the career's mentors for the games."
I roll over to face him.
"When we get back can we sleep?"
Peeta nods, running his fingers through the sheets. I rise from the bed and dress in an approachable outfit to wear. As I slip my shoes on I say,
"Being mentors is just us being a piece in their games. We have to do something about it."
"Let me know if you have anything up your sleeve to do so." he replies.
We leave the room and enter the dining hall on the first floor.
We are surrounded by former victors that I've only seen on television. So many look familiar. Some look young. Boozed. Old. So many other description words.
"Anyone worth talking to?" Peeta whispers, taking them all in mentally.
"So far, I'm not overwhelmed by our choices."
I take his hand and start walking towards the crowd.
I feel a breath on my neck, thinking it would be Peeta. Only it's not.
I jerk to the side, pulling Peeta with me. I turn my head in that direction and see a familiar television face.

"Well lookie here. If it isn't Katniss Everdeen herself, and her beloved fiancé."
I've seen that face many times before in the spotlight. The golden bronze hair, the over tanned skin, deep green eyes. He is pretty, too pretty actually. It makes me want to look away.
"Hello." I say, bluntly.
"Finnick Odair, winner of the 65th hunger games. I am from district 4." He holds out his hand to shake Peeta's.
"Peeta, district 12."
"Like we all don't already know. Have fun making it here, newbies." he pauses, to reach in his pocket and grab a box.
Finnick holds up something in my face, way too close for comfort.
"Would you like a sugar cube? I know they're odd to snack on." he smirks at me.
He knows that I will say no. So I say the unpredictable.
"Sure." I look at the cubes in his hand and take one.
Finnick looks at me, surprised. Peeta cracks up.
"Not so stubborn as I thought, girl on fire."
A girl who has dark hair with streaks of color prances over to us, and grabs Finnick Odair by the ear, pulling him away from us.
We grab plates of food and sit down near the other victors. Examining each one closely.

A/n I'm seeing mockingjay part two in a few hours. I'm shaking I'm not ready someone rescue me