Underground with Finnick

He should be dead! I thought to myself when I first met him. His clothes were torn up and bloody but he was still quite attractive. His green eyes bore into me like he noticed something about me that i didn't know.

"Why are you here?" he asked. Like he was the first one here. Which he was not.

"I should ask the same thing," I replied.

"I just got attacked by capitol mutts," he said, "You?"

"When my family was murdered I fled down here," he was slightly annoying.

"Oh," he commented, "Ok."

You might think that was a rude thing to say but I was used to it. Most of the time nobody knew what to say. I didn't expect him to understand me anymore than anyone else did.

That was just my first day with Finnick Odair. We pretty much ignored each other for the remainder of that day. And the next. And for the rest of the week. We ate, and slept apart. Sometimes I felt sorry for him, when I see him crying and whispering something about Annie. I was still annoyed though because, somewhere out there Annie was still alive, but my family wasn't. But something must have changed After that first week. Something big.