Social Casualty

Chapter 16

Maybe, just maybe, things could still be worst than they seem right now. I'm not even quiet sure why does everything feel so bad. Specially when it comes to school. It just seems so unbeareble sitting still in a class, when it's just of no use, when I'm wasting time I could be using on things that actually matter to me. Like plotting the principal's murder, or Cato's murder, or anyone else's I can't stand murder. But, apparently, even if we don't intend to do anything with it, we still have to seat in Heavensbee's class and listen to him babble about military strategy used in some battle a centuries ago.

As always, I'm counting the seconds till the class is over and I can finally go and enjoy my lunch at last. Finnick is obviously sitting next to me, like he always is, and like he always will. It's not that I mind that, in the end, how can you ever get tired of your bestfriend always following you around like a puppy, snooping on your life whenever you want? The answer is, you can't. And I just can't get mad at Finnick for too long, because it's Finnick, and although I'm not sure which one of us is the puppy in this relationship, I don't think I could care much more about this guy. But that doesn't I wish he'd poking my arm comstantly and making weird noises with his mouth.

"Finnick, knock it off!" I grumble quietly.

Finnick gets even closer to me than what he already was, and brings his lips really close to my hear. "What part?" he whispers in my ear.

"The part where your breathing down my neck!" I snap, trying to get as far away form Finnick as I possibly can, without standing up and running away from the classroom. "Also, your breath really stinks, have you ever heard of a toothbrush or something?"

Finnick leans back on his chair, chuckling. "Look who's talking? When was the last time you actually combed your hair. Or actually washed your clothes?" he jokes. I just roll my eyes. "Seriously, dude. How does Effie let you leave the house?" he teases.

I don't answer. I don't even need to. Finnick can easily have a conversation with me without I having to actually say a word, as long as he has something to tease me about. "Why does Heavensbee keeps staring at us?" Finnick asks a while after he has nothing else to use to make jokes about me. I look up from my blank notebook. For a few seconds I lock eyes with Mr. Heavensbee, who really was staring right at me intensivily. Then he turns his gaze away from me. I just shrugg "I don't think he was staring." I state, before Finnick decides to jump to any conclusion.

Since I started helping out his cause, Heavensbee has sort of toned off the usual lectures he gives me for not paying attention. Now, he simply stares at me for a long time, until I realize he actually is staring at me, and not generally at the rest of the class. I'm almost sure that he's been acting with mercy towards me because of how well things are going for the SCL. Apparently, we are getting more and more support by the day, which doesn't even make sense, because this League is supposed to be secretive, but, hey, I'm not gonna complain or try to question the validity of this statement. In some sort of ways, Heavensbee almost adulates me. I'm almost sure that if I ask him to actually kiss me feet, he would. Apparently, to him, I'm some sort of hero who seems to be able to make this cause of taking principal Snow off this school actually possible. I let him believe that, because he keeps complementing me, and doesn't mind that I don't hand the homework, but so many times I feel the urge to tell everyone thatt the only thing I did, was do something stupid to attract people's attention, like some sort of puppy doing backflipps because others laugh at that.

When the schoollbell finally rings Finnick stands up, claiming he is so hungry he could eat a horse. I roll my eyes and Finnick laughs. One of the battles we've been having for years now is the horse one. When it was my first day in school, and Finnick and I became desk partners, we were waiting in the lunch line when Finnick said these exact words 'I'm so hungry I could eat a horse'. I never liked that expression. And I told him that, explaining it always felt silly to me that we would say a horse instead of something else. I mean, if you are so desperate for food why would you say you could eat a horse? Aren't there much worse types of food then horse meet? Like bugs, or snakes, or whatever? Why do people insist on saying horse instead of something else? It extremely annoys me for some reason. Specially when I say that I am so hungry I could eat a snake and everyone looks at me weirdly.