The Career (Finnick Odair/OC)

5

(Age 23, The 75th Hunger Games- Quarter Quell )

"We've got a problem".

Cashmere's smile dropped and we both whipped our heads up at Gloss. I'd skipped the rest of training after my little stunt with Everdeen. I was just beyond done with anything to do with training. Instead having found comfort with Cashmere braiding my hair. 

I sighed. "Let me guess, Enorbaria and Brutus wern't happy I left?"

Afterall it wasn't typical career behaviour, although it did make me seem more than arrogent.

Gloss scoffed. "Doubt they cared. No, our problem is Katniss Everdeen".

I swear both Cashmere and I rolled our eyes simulatinously. She huffed. "She's a child from District Twelve, that alone should tell you she's not a threat".

Gloss shook his head at us. "You two wern't there, You didn't see her shoot today. She's good. Good enough that it felt like watching somone practicing their signiture at the acedemy. And Velvet didn't play nice with her today".

I rose my eyebrow at him. "So, now you're the one who wants to be allies with District Twelve?"

He shrugged. "No, I'm just saying she's not somone to be over looked. We were wrong about her."

Gloss gave as a final glance before walking into his room. Cashmere scoffed beside me. "We were wrong about her". She spoke two tones deepeer to imitate her brother causing me to smirk in amusment. "Can you believe him? The girl on fire an actual threat? She doesn't even own a pair of heels, let alone have the ability to weild a weapon like a signiture!"

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter how good she is. She has no allies apart from Peeta Mellark and well...I doubt he's going to catch us".

We both instantly smirked. 

I wasn't bothered or anxious about my evaluation, I knew my skills with my machete alone would get me at least a ten. 

Normally tributes had to wait in silence before their names get called. Yet, it appears due to our status and the fact that we all knew eachother, everyone decided to talk. While admittedly  never leaving their own seats.

I occupied the first seat of the first row. Two districts per row of seats. Which I didn't care so much in my last games but it means that District Four is sitting directly behind District One.

Meaning Mags was sitting behind me and Finnick behind Gloss. Only Finnick was sitting so close to Mags that he was practically behind me too. His constant whispering and sniggeres were getting on my nerves and I tried with everything in me to drown him out. He was speaking so softly to her that I couldn't make out what he was saying. Instead it was just a constent whisp of his voice. An annoying whisp at that.

I sighed deeply in irritation causing Gloss to give me a small smile before rubbing my back encouragingly. Thus, invoking another snigger from Finnick. That's it!

I snapped my head behind me and shot Finnick the most repoachful look I could muster. "What's your problem Odair!?!"

His sea green eyes seemed to light up upon me finally giving in. He chuckled silently. "You're my problem, Love".

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and opened my mouth only to be cut off by Gloss.

"Velvet". 

My eyes were still ensnared by Finnick's. Finnick rose an eyebrow casually. He seemed to be testing me to see if I'd actually look at Gloss or not. I huffed, my eyes never leaving his sea green ones. "What?"