Mentors

20

short chapter sorry

Haymitch had stumbled into the art room last night drunk, and spilled paint all over the carpet and the canvas Peeta and I worked on together.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I could hear commotion coming from down the hall, so I peel myself from Peeta to investigate.
I follow the noise and find the art room door already open, and Haymitch has fallen into a nearby bucket of orange paint.
It isn't until I find out that our painting was ruined, that I start yelling. Making sure the drunk can hear me, I grab the back of his head and pull the bottle of alcohol out from his hand.

"What the hell is wrong with you! Why are you in here? You destroyed the entire room and the carpet!"

I scream raspy,

"Peeta's going to throw a fit because you ruined his art room and our painting. You're lucky I don't strangle you, or rip your-"

"Hey! What's going on here?"
I turn around to see Peeta shirtless, with his bed head. He's half asleep.

"Open your eyes and see, lover boy!" I shout.

Haymitch finally looks around and sees where he is.

"I was sure I opened the door to my bedroom."
he says to himself, knocking the bucket of paint that his ass was stuck to.

We spend a good amount of time yelling at him before Effie rushes in and stops us from "it getting out of hand."
She sternly tells us to go to bed, and I angrily stomp to my bedroom, my robe covered in orange paint at the bottom.

"That painting was for her!" I angrily screech, throwing a pillow at the door. The feathers spill out of the pillow and all over the floor.

I don't remember being calmed down by Peeta, but I remember him putting me to bed as I ranted about Haymitch.

Early in the morning, there's a knock on the door, signaling for us to wake.
Today's the day.
They're entering the games.

I force a huge breakfast in the both of them, and sit at the table thinking about how useless I will be, them being in the arena.
Peeta and I have already have piles of sponsors ready to go, so we can choose what to send our tributes.

After our early breakfast has finished, they spend about an hour lounging around nervously until Cinna and Portia enter.

"Ready to go? We must escort you." Portia says.

My arms fling around Kolton, while Peeta hugs Raina. We say our goodbyes and then switch. As I embrace her, I begin to feel nauseous. I'm afraid for them to go.  The lump in my throat almost barely makes me answer her question.

"Any last advice?" she asks me.
I can't believe I'm saying this.
I sigh.
"Stay alive."