The Humping Games [The Hunger Games Fanfiction]

Chapter 7

We were all gathered for lunch on the final day of training when they started calling us in for our private sessions with the Gamemakers. It was our chance to show off and they would rate us on a scale of one to twelve. I was hoping for at least a three.

They called the Districts in order so, of course, we were the last ones to be called. I waited nervously until finally I heard my name.

I entered the room and noticed right away that the Gamemakers seemed bored. They had already seen all the other tributes so they were getting tired and just wanted to get it over with. I was wearing a low cut dress that Cinnabun had given me. I flashed a little thigh and twirled.

One of the Gamemakers yawned and turned away. I was furious. They weren’t even paying attention to me. Instead, they were busy getting food from the buffet and chatting.

I marched straight to the table with food and grabbed a banana. They all stopped to watch me. The Gamemakers seemed confused.

I peeled the banana and then started licking the sides of it. I could hear them gasp in shock. I shoved the banana in my mouth.

“Oh baby,” one Gamemaker said.

I bit the banana in half and threw it on the floor at his feet.

“Thank you for your consideration,” I said. I bowed and ran out of the room.

“What did you do in there?” Heyhey screamed at me. “Are you crazy?”

“I had to get their attention,” I said.

“Well you certainly did,” he laughed. “You’ll be lucky if they don’t eliminate you before the Games even begin.”

Later that night we watched the results on a big TV. The Career Districts got high scores, of course. Glimmer scored a ten. Jack was nine. I was surprised when I saw Pita got an eight.

“What did you do?” I asked him.

He blushed.

“I moved around like Heyhey taught us in training,” he mumbled.

“I’d kill to have seen that,” I smiled. “Did you hump the floor?”

He turned even redder.

“I did what I had to do,” he said.

It was my turn. I saw my face on the screen and then they flashed my score. Eleven. I couldn’t believe it. Pita and Heyhey cheered for me.

“Look at that,” Heyhey said, rolling on the floor in a laughing fit. “The fruit bj got the high score!”

Pita whipped his head around to stare at me.

“Fruit bj?” he asked. “What the hell did you do in there?”

“I did what I had to do,” I said with a smile.

“Great job,” Cinnabun said to me. He pulled me and Pita to the side of the room. “You both got good scores. Now it’s time to get some sponsors. Remember everything we talked about for the interviews?”

We nodded. I remembered fondly how he sexed me up.

“Good,” he said. “Just go out there and make it happen. This is your chance to show the world what you got.”

I looked up at the screen. Caesar Fudgepickle was already interviewing Jack from District 1. He was being all cocky and the crowd seemed to love him. I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach. Heyhey put a hand on Pita’s shoulder.

“Don’t forget what I told you,” Heyhey said to him. “Just repeat the things I told you during your interview.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Heyhey didn’t give me any special instructions. I couldn’t believe that rotten Pita was getting extra help behind my back.