Ocean Eyes ~Finnick Odair ~

Chapter Six

My chin was resting on my knees as they were pulled up to my chest, we were all gathered in the TV area of our loft waiting to see the scores for the tributes.  They were just about, to begin with, the scores, I was nervous about mine, but there was a handful of others who I needed to see, others that I worried about more than myself. This was the point in the games where most of us would make allies, and others would just try their best not to piss the others off.

        I felt the seat next to me sink, I slowly turned my head and saw that it was my stylist, Jasper, "Hey Jasper." I said and gave him a small smile if wasn't the best smile I ever gave.

        "Don't worry dearie, I'm sure you did great." He says and rubs my back softly, I had to hope he was right. Although I felt off the entire time I was in there, the new games maker was watching me pretty intensely.  

        Soon I was watching Caesar Flickermen going through our scores, Gloss got a 10, which was impressive, although I honestly thought he would get something higher closer to a 12, but I could have just been stereotyping him because he's from one.  Listening through the other names I wasn't really surprised at the scores and tuned some of them out. Until a name brought my attention back to what Flickermen was saying.  Finnick... got a 12, I was over the moon and still unsurprised.  My nerves were on edge, sitting there trying not to panic, I knew I could have done better than what I showed in there, but every time I would throw a knife I would have flashbacks to when I would throw one into someone's head or chest, there was something about being in that room that knocked me off of my game. Eighteen souls hunted me, and I woundered how many more I would take to my grave.

        Seeing my face on the screen was something that I was very used to nowadays, but seeing the number 11 with it was something that I could not wrap my head around, there were cheers and congratulations all around, I looked down shyly when it was around people I've known most of my life I did tend to be shy when they praised me. The fact that I had no idea how I got an 11 was beyond me as well.  I felt as if I had done so poorly.  My district partner didn't do close to as well as I did, I worried for him.

          I couldn't stop thinking about how Finnick had gotten a 12, it was almost unheard of.

        Watching the rest of the scores, Katniss stuck out to me, she was strong, and yet she was still so young.  She wasn't as seasoned as the rest of us are. That was going to be her downfall if she wasn't careful in the games, and I needed her to be, we all did.  

        It was getting late now and I knew that everyone would be heading to bed here soon, the interviews were tomorrow and that meant a full day of getting prepared and camera-ready.  Something I never was a fan of, sure playing dress-up was always fun but the waxing and the plucking sucked.  I did love getting my hair done though, it was always relaxing to me since the first time I was in the Games.

        I made my way to my room and wondered if I would get a visit from Finnick, I needed to know if what Joanna said was the truth.  At the same time, I didn't know if I wanted to know the truth I didn't know how I felt about him. I never thought about something like that with him or really anyone.  Snow made it hard for me to want a relationship, I didn't want him to have something else hanging over my head.

        Although now there wasn't much time, that being said there wasn't going to be much time where Snow would be able to use Finnick as a threat.

        I sat in my bed for another hour waiting, wondering what Finnick was doing, wondering if he did love me and if I loved him.  I also couldn't help but think about Gloss, what if things were different and all those years ago we started to date, would we be in love, would we of been ready for marriage this year?