I woke up to hear Finnick mumbling in his sleep, the way that he was twitching I could tell that he was having another nightmare, something that was all too common when you lived through the Hunger Games. "Finnick, shhh dearie, It's okay, come back to me it's just a nightmare, it isn't real," I said my fingers running through his hair, trying to wake him up without scaring him more than he already was, suddenly his eyes opened the blue orbs were glossed over, his breath was deep and ragged. "Hey, glad to have you back." I tried to make a joke but all he did was look up at me with a look that I couldn't quite make out.
His arms slid around my waist and he pulled me in closer to him, his right arm slid firm against my waist, while his left wrapped around the top of my shoulders. His hold was pulling me into him, I was now facing his chest while his chin was on top of my head. We just laid there in silence for around an hour, I understood the need for comfort and quiet. Though there came a time when we had to leave the little bubble we were in and would have to part, it would be another day of training, something I wasn't looking forward to, but at least we weren't in the games yet, no one could kill me yet.
Watching Finnick head back to his floor was something I never wanted to do, but off I went to get ready for the day. Once I was dragged from my room by my escort I was on the elevator heading down to the training center.
Entering the room I looked around and just made my way over to the knot tieing station, I started to go to work, running over every knot that Finnick had taught me. I didn't want to see Gloss, I knew he would be looking for something after what he told me last night, but I didn't know what he was looking for. I didn't know if anything he told me the night before was anything except what Snow wanted him to tell me.
Then there was Finnick, I hoped to see him soon but I knew that he would want to talk more about what Gloss told me last night on the roof, I knew that Finnick would get angry thinking that someone was using his friend.
That and the boy from four never had gotten along with the one from one. My worries and thoughts went away when I heard the familiar voice of Joanna.
"Hey Astrid, how did everything go last night?" She asked, being quiet and calm knowing that it wasn't something they wanted others to hear, they didn't want Gloss to know that she was talking about what he said with other people, knowing that could end up poorly if it did.
"It was strange, Snow wants Gloss and I to be together, at least that is what he wanted before we were both in the games." I thought about what Snow said to me back during my capital victory party, it was either Gloss or Finnick back then, but now I had a feeling that my choice would have to be Gloss, there was no way he would let what happened the year before happen again.
"I mean if Snow was going to force you to be in a relationship he could have picked a worse-looking one," Joanna said, I knew that she was probably joking, trying to make things a little lighter regarding things, but it still was just off-putting. I had never really thought about anyone in that way, Gloss had hard features but wasn't unattractive by any means.
"I guess, he is kind of cute," I said, joining in on the joke but in truth, I was thinking more about how good he was at throwing knives. I glanced over in the direction I had last seen him and noticed him looking at me, once he saw my eyes on him he looked away, turning the lightest shade of darker red.
"What's Gloss's problem?" I jumped slightly at the sound of Finnick's voice, I hadn't even heard him come over to us, that wasn't good. I knew that I had to ignore what Gloss told me, it was already creating a distraction, and that was something I just couldn't afford right now.
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Ocean Eyes ~Finnick Odair ~
FanfictionA girl from nine, known as the blood thirsty but beautiful victor of the 67th Hunger Games, she caught the eye of a certain victor from four. He was her only weakness, but he had no idea, she didn't know how to tell him, that is until she was throw...