Finnick and Annie (Short Stories)

Part 8

Note: Not all of these necessarily follow my fanfic. There's other angles I like to explore.

Prompt: Annie's tribute partner in 70th hunger games is in love with her. Finnick doesn't like it, at all. write something about it.

Though he tried to hide it, Finnick watched her and the boy. Chatting on the train ride, joking over dinner, sneaking around the floor in the middle of the night, he didn't like it one bit. Annie was just amicable, there wasn't a mean bone in her body, but the way the boy looked at her, the way his eyes lit up when she showed up for breakfast, he knew he had feelings for her because it was the same way Finnick looked at Annie.

The day of the tribute parade he glared from a distance as they waited in the chariot together. It was as if she were doing it on purpose to piss him off. Whenever he was alone with Annie they got along wonderfully, but whenever the boy was in the picture the lighthearted conversation was sapped from his lips and his smile was replaced by a scowl.

The day of the interviews he found them by the elevator bank, their laughter echoed through the empty hallways. She was absolutely stunning in a flowing sea-green dress that brought out the color in her eyes, her dark curls falling in waves around her shoulders, encrusted with blue seashells and pearls. "Hey, Finnick," she smiled. He nodded courteously and walked past them to call the elevator.

"What's up with him?" he murmured behind his back, but Finnick heard him. He snapped around and glared at them both.

"Let's see you laughing tomorrow in the arena. Neither of you is here to make friends."

Though she kept quiet, Annie didn't like his attitude. She frowned and avoided his gaze the entire night. When the interviews were over and they were back in their floor she stormed back to her room without a single word to anybody, accepting zero compliments and ignoring all congratulations.

Finnick groaned and chased after her only to have her door slammed in his face. "Annie, can I talk to you?" he called, but received no answer. He knocked half-heartedly a few more times and was already walking back to his room when she opened the door.

"What do you want?" she growled. "I'm not here to make friends."

"That's not fair. I'm not going in the arena, you don't have to fight me for your life."

"Just because you're too much of a coward to tell me how you feel doesn't mean you can take it out on everybody else," she whispered, livid.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked angrily.

"Goodbye, Finnick." She slammed the door in his face and except for a few words they exchanged the following morning, that the was last conversation he had with Annie before she went into the arena.