"Nutty?" Finnick said from the other side of the sofa, his arms folded over his loose hoody, chewing one of the strings in a strangley attractive manner, his bed hair sticking up in a messy fashion and his eyes wide from sleep.
"No," I replied, not removing my gaze from the window, not letting any of these people get to me or talk to me, pushing everyone away in the way I usually did.
"Meggy?" He said again, guessing my desired nickname, which had been occuring for the past hour and a half.
"You've said that one at least twice now," I sighed, flinging my head back and shutting my eyes, my headahce that'd been haunting me for the past two days still drumming on the inside of my skull.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, leaning forward and narrowing my eyes. "You seem immune to me."
"Pardon?" I growled, not even believing what he was saying. "You're so full of yourself; all of you victors. Has it ever crossed your mind that the earth revolves around the sun and not you?"
"Harsh.." Finnick said, grinning. "You stick to that approach in the arena and you might have a chance of winning. Maybe less talking, more killing."
"So done with you..." I sighed, standing up and swaggering out of the room, wanting to distance myself from the likes of Finnick as much as possible.
It didn't take long until there was a knock at my door. I'd barely been on my bed for ten minutes, folding the Capitol note paper into little hovercrafts and flinging them across the room.
"What?" I shouted, scrunching up my half made hovercraft into a tight ball and tightening it in my fist as Denzel stammered into the room, looking pathetic as always.
"Hey," he smiled, waving his hand in the most awkward fashion, standing in the doorway, swaying slightly.
"What do you want?" I snorted, sitting up and folding my arms, glaring at him.
"Just.. a friend, really.." he stammered.
"Shut the door then," I grinned. The boy I'd had a crush on my entire life coming to me without any effort on my part. Guess these games weren't all that bad afterall.
