The Fourth Olympics

N I N E \\ Anything For My Jackie

S I E R R A

I don't believe Jackie is okay. He looks hurt. He's in pain. I have to go help him. I bounded from my seat and followed Jack down the hallway. By the time I got to his room, the door was already closed and I could hear the shower running. I quietly pushed the door open and closed it behind me.

I glanced around the room curiously, everything was so pretty and exotic. One of the walls were changing into different scenery. I found the remote that controlled it and started flicking through the wallpapers. I wanted something that reminded me of home. Of District Three.

I found something that looked like the inside of a projector factory and settled with it, smiling as I stared at the wall. It must've costed millions to get this for our apartments. President Carter really does welcome us.

"Sierra... What the hell are you doing here?" Jackie's pretty voice lit up the room. Knowing he was probably naked, I didn't turn to look at him as I replied.

"You looked hurt when you left. I'm here to help you because I was worried."

Silence filled the air, and I heard footsteps. The closet door opened and closed. He must be going to change.

Oh, I'm so mean. I never told you who I am.

My name is Sierra Casio. I'm Seventeen and from District Three. Ever since I was ten, I've always had a crush on this one boy who had been the nicest to me throughout my years in school. I've never had a reason to talk to him, so I became shy. When word came around of his successful experiments on neuro transmission, I decided to try it out myself so that I could finally talk to him.

So desperate to answer my hypothesis, I conducted what everyone else seems to think is an illegal experiment, which almost costed me my life. Ever since, I've had this mental disorder that makes me go bipolar. That explains why I seem so weird. But I will do anything for my Jackie, and now that we've both been reaped, I finally have a chance.

The closet door opened again and I turned my head to look at Jack. He was wearing some green silk pajamas which made me giggle. "You look funny Jackie," I told him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and sat on his bed, next to me. I tried to stay calm on the outside, but on the inside I was squealing like a little school girl. He glanced at me abrasively as if he was looking for a bomb, and then sighed. "I had a migraine, it's... uh... gone now, so you can leave," he mumbled.

I frowned, why would he want me to leave? "You don't want me around?" I asked. "You don't like me?"

He flinched as if he had been slapped by some invisible force. "I..." he began.

"Alright, fine if you—" My words faltered when I felt my crush's lips come in contact with my cheek. My face flared red, did Jackie just... Kiss me?

"I don't want to hurt you, I just... Don't want to get too attached to you in case... we might have to fight eachother," he whispered. I nodded in understanding, but I would never hurt him. I'd die for him. There is no questioning it. Jack wrapped his arms around me in a hug, I nuzzled my head into his chest. I could feel the pounding of his heart beat against my ear. It felt comforting.

"And please don't attack our escort again," he added after a while in silence. I giggled at his request, and he kind of laughed.

"I won't, but he should really cut down on the meat. And change his clothing design. It's like he's trying to be a a fucking watermelon," I whispered.

Jack laughed, throwing his head back. I felt proud for making him laugh, Jackie sounded more carefree and less stressed this way. Jackie doesn't deserve to be here, he has a whole life ahead of him. I wished someone else was reaped, so that Jack wouldn't be hurt. I'm going to do everything within my power to protect him.