All Of Me

Chapter 1

-CHAPTER 1-

I wake up with a gasp. Today is the tribute parade for the 75th Hunger Games. I don't want to remember the arena, none the less go back into it. My nightmares from last night still haunt me. My victims in the form of lion mutts who turned into mockingjays and flew away. The white rose that melted into a puddle of blood. The unmistakable smell of Capital perfume and the gloved hand reaching for my throat. I shiver. I know I'm supposed to be getting out alive, but still. I'm part of the rebels' plans. I need to keep Katniss alive. I haven't met her yet, I only really saw her in the last games, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was too busy getting drunk over the deaths of my tributes that year. I head to the dining room and grab a danish. Ever since I first tried a danish, I haven't eaten anything else for breakfast. My stylist, Raticia, drags me off to a room and hands me a very light garment bag. "Put this on, you'll look absolutely wonderful!" She giggles and steps out of the room so I can change. I open up the bag and see a net. A NET. I laugh. Does she really expect me to wear this? I guess she thinks the more they see the better. I put on the net, which is strategically knotted at my groin, and bring her back in. She gasps " Oh! You look absolutely ravishing! And dare I say... sexy!" I smirk my trademark smile and wink. She doesn't even bother with my hair, she just leaves it bedhead style. I head downstairs with Mags, who is in a dress made of nets. As soon as I get down to the bottom floor, I spot a bag of sugarcubes and smile. I grab a handful and look around for Katniss. I see a stunning woman in a black jumpsuit with a braid whom i think is Katniss. I saunter towards her and know for sure it's her when I'm a few feet away. I throw a sugarcube in my mouth. "Hello, Katniss," I say casually, as if I've known her for years. "Hello, Finnick," She replies in the same tone, but she doesn't make eye contact with me. I can tell she's both nervous and uncomfortable. I look into her eyes and am mesmerized for a split second. They are a gray color, but a beautiful kind of gray that makes me want to melt. I snap out of it. "Want a sugarcube?" I toss one in the air and catch it. "They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They've got years to eat sugar, whereas, you and I, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quick." "No thank you, but I'd love to borrow your outfit sometime." She says as she finally makes eye contact with me. I glance away nervously. What am I doing? Finnick Odair, nervous? Over a girl? I don't think so. I turn on my seductive attitude. "You're absolutely terrifying me in that getup. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?" I lick my lips ever so slightly. "I outgrew them." She says, and I believe her. She seems different from before her games happened. I take the collar of her outfit and run it between my fingers. "It's too bad about this Quell thing. You could have made out like a bandit in the Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted." I look up from her collar and into her eyes, which suddenly become a fierce gray. "I don't want jewels and I have more money than I need. What do you spend all your's on, anyway, Finnick?" She obviously doesn't know I don't even see a fraction of that money. "Oh, I haven't dealt in anything as common as money for years." I roll my eyes like it's obvious. She asks, "Then how do they pay for the pleasure of your company?" I lean in until my lips are mere millimeters away from her ear, almost touching her. I whisper "With secrets." I can see her tense up. "What about you, girl on fire? Do you have any secrets worth my time?" She blushes. "No, I'm an open book, everybody seems to know my secrets before I know them myself." I lean back. "Unfortunately, i think that's true." My eyes flicker off to the side and I see Peeta walking towards us. "Peeta is coming. Sorry you have to cancel your wedding, I know how devastating that must be for you," I say with a note of venom, which is really just jealousy. I throw another sugarcube in my mouth and saunter off. That night, the only thing on my mind is the girl on fire.

-END OF CHAPTER 1-