Worse Games To Play (Hunger Games High Fan Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen: New Years at Finnick's

*Recap*

The line went silent but I knew he was still there because I could hear is low breathing.

"Katniss?"

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too."

"I'm getting tired."

"Go to sleep hon."

"I'll call you first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay. I'll be waiting."

"Goodnight beautiful."

"Goodnight my love."

*End of Recap*

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*Peeta's POV*

"Food?"

I crossed food off the list. "Check."

"Booze?"

"Check."

"Music?"

"Check."

"Balloons, Hats, Little Party Horns?"

"Check, check and check."

"Great! I got feeling, Peet, that this party is going to be a good one." Finnick grinned.

"Yeah me too Finn."

Finnick walked over to the couch and plopped himself on it. Finnick smiled to himself. "In just three hours this place is going to be filled with horny, party crazed teenagers."

I let out a small laugh. "Yep."

Gale smirked. "And guess what? Us three get to have the hottest dates to accompany us."

Finnick leaned forward and gave Gale a high five. "Damn right!"

I smiled at the both of them. Finnick was right. Tonight was definitely going to be a good one.

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*Katniss' POV*

I stood in front of Annie's mirror, staring at myself, contemplating how I should do my hair.

Should I curl it?

Or Straighten it?

Or should I do some cute half up-half down hairstyle?

So many choices, such little time.

"How about you put on your dress and maybe you can get an idea on how you want to do your hair?" Annie suggested.