A/N I don't own The Hunger Games and the story line belongs to WithMyDarkSide who let me adopt this story since she didn't want it any more. Let me know what you think, I've made some changes to it :) I would also like to thank my AMAZING beta DivergentDanceFreak who had the time and patience to fix all my mistakes :)
As I'm walking down the hall today to find Madge, who also happens to be my one and only friend in the next class we share together, I curse myself under my breath for not finding a back hallway or shortcut. I'll have to pass The Victors.
That's not what I'd like to call them, though; I have some other names in mind... but basically they make up the "popular" group at school, "The Victors." Or if you'd like to call them by their real names they're also known as Clove, Glimmer, Finch- whom I had gone through an embarrassing phase of referring to as "Foxface" before we were paired up for a Bio project last year and I actually learned her name- along with Marvel, Cato, Peeta Mellark, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, and last but not least, Finnick Odair.
The most popular guy in school.
I hate them and so does everyone else, so I just keep walking as fast as I can, trying to stay out of their view. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work.
"Hey, Everdeen, wait up," I hear a voice that I recognize as Finnick Odair shout. I don't know why everyone likes him. I mean, yeah, sure, he's good looking with his bronze hair and sea-green eyes, but I don't like him at all! He is cocky and full of himself.
I slow down a little because it's pointless to try to outrun the captain of the swimming team, but I still don't make eye contact, and clutch my books closer to my chest.
"Hey Kit Kat-" and that's all I can take out of his mouth before I cut him off before he can finish.
"Don't call me that!" I practically spit at him, but he still chuckles.
"Oh so the cat has claws."
If you keep talking to me, I might actually use them, I think as I stare at my un-cut nails. But instead, I just glare at him and say, "What do you want, Odair?"
Suddenly he gets this big cocky grin on his face that I so wish I could slap right off his pretty little face. "Oh-" he laughs, "-so you do know my name."
Who doesn't, I think, turning around and walking away.
And of course he has to follow. I huff but try to ignore him- as hard as it may be with his voice like perfection interrupting my every thought.
"So where are we going, Everdeen?" He asks with a devilish grin.
"I happen to be going to class," I say in a snarky tone. "It's this place where you sit in a room with an adult who teaches you. So that you can learn." I tried to sugarcoat in sarcasm. "You, on the other hand, Finnick Odair-" I spit his name out of my mouth and notice I've stopped walking and am staring up at him, but he- again- interrupts me.
"Okay, okay I can take a hint." He puts his arms up in surrender and starts backing away slowly before her gets a mischievous grin on his face again and says "but this isn't over."
"What isn't over, Odair? We're not friends-" I saw a look on his face and kept going before he could retort. "We're not friends, and yes, this is over. Consider this conversation ended." With that I turn on my heel and storm away.
I turn the corner into the classroom and am on my way to plop myself down into my assigned seat when I hear Madge yell from the doorway.
"Hey, Kitten!" We meet in the middle of the room and she hugs me with a smile.
"Kat, it's Friday and Cato is throwing a party! We have to go!" Madge whines. I groan.
"Madge, you know I don't like parties! I really don't want to go..." I whine back, probably sounding like a 3 year old, but I couldn't really care less as long as I get out of going to that hell-hole.
"I knew you were going to say that," she says matter-of-factly with her hands on her hips. "But you're going to meet me at my house at 7:00 to get ready!" Before I can even reply she's gone. I curse under my breath and spend the rest of class complaining about Madge and the stupid Victors.
"Here, wear this." Madge says as she shoves one of her many dresses in my hands. I stare at the scrap of fabric before I slip into it, and gasp as I see it only comes up to my mid-thigh, 5 inches above me knees. It's a red, over-sized kit, cashmere sweater with a low scoop back.
"It's so short, Madge! I can't wear this!" I complain.
"Well, suck it up, princess, you look amazing in it! But... now for the shoes," she thinks about what might possibly be missing in this outfit, and I think to myself, an outfit.
"I got it!" She shouts as she runs to her closet, throwing clothes around. As I'm curling my hair loosely she brings me some incredible red and gold platform heels with little spikes encrusted into them all around.
"You must be joking! I think I might break an ankle..." I said looking at them in complete horror.
"Nope! But you will be careful with them," she threatens. "They're Christian Louboutin!" I sigh and accept my fate when I see the stubbornness in her eyes.
Madge runs off to get ready and I hear heels clicking on the floor. As I do my make-up she comes out of her bathroom wearing some matching black high heels for herself and a short pink dress with a sweetheart neckline. It has pink sparkles around the top, too. She looks amazing! It goes so well with her long blond hair.
She smiles at me, insisting that I'll look great. I smile back and look at the label on the dress to see that it says "Halston Cashmere sweater dress." At least it is a dress... Once I'm finished, I grab my phone and we make our way to Madge's car.
"Katniss, I'm so glad you could come!" I turn around to see a drunk Finnick. A shirtless drunk Finnick. I can't help but to look at his abs- he has a really nice 6 pack. I catch myself in the act. Wait, Katniss, what are you thinking you hate him remember? I try to shake it off by telling myself that I don't really hate him so much as his cocky, full of himself, I'm-God's-gift-to-women attitude.
"See something you like?" Finnick's slurred voice said, breaking my train of thought. Shit, he saw my staring! I clear my throat and feel myself blush.
"No. In fact, I was trying to figure out a way to get you off me!" I said, trying to pry his arm off my waist. I could feel my face heat up even more in anger when I realized that, even in his drunken state, he is still quite strong.
"Are you blushing, Kitten?" Finnick asks. I flinch at the use of the nickname. I'm used to Madge calling me "Kitten," but this is different, this is Finnick Odair, the school's biggest player! Not my best friend!
"Don't worry it looks cute," he said grinning at me. I grin back.
"Too bad... It's not a blush, then, huh?" I whisper in his ear before prying his arm off me and glaring at him. "Leave me alone, Odair! We're not even friends for crying out loud! I only came to this stupid party because Madge wanted me to!" I hissed at him, while he just looked at me and grinned.
I was about to ask him what he was grinning about when he leaned in, looking into my eyes.
My breath caught in my throat as he kissed me.
But soon, it's over, as I push him off me and slap him.
"Who do you think you are, Odair? You can't just... do that! You can't just kiss me! Just stay away from me!" I shouted at him before I go to the kitchen to get a drink- and to escape, fuming. Well, tonight's going to be a long night. I take a sip of the Vodka I picked up as I see Finnick coming my way, once again. I sigh as I look at him.
"Kit Kat," He said looking at me with lust in his eyes.
"What?" I asked glaring at him in disgust.
"You're cute when you're mad," he purrs, walking closer to me.
"Stay back if you know what's good for you, Odair," I hiss and point a finger at him, but he just keeps walking.
"Come on, Katniss, give a guy a chance!" He's standing in front of me now.
"Why should I?" I all but yell at him, but my voice quickly drops to a whisper as I turn away, not wanting him to hear the next part. "Last time I did I ended up getting hurt... and was forced to move here." I said it in a low whisper, not letting my pain and tears show.
"Katniss... I..." He takes a deep breath. "Dance with me?" He finally asked, after trying to figure out what to say.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Finnick..." I said, backing up and away from him. He just followed my movements. I ended up pinned between the wall and him, his hands on either sides of my head. I can feel his breath on my face.
"Come on, Kat, it's just one dance." He whispered huskily, with a smile. I was actually contemplating it when all of a sudden he kissed me again. I just slapped him, grabbed my drink and walked off.
"Shit, Katniss!" I heard him say behind me. I sat on one of the chairs that was thankfully empty, I could see Madge in the crowd of dancing teenagers having a blast.
"I'm sorry," I hear Finnick say as he sat next to me
"Just leave me alone! Please!"
"Look, I just want to say something..." He trailed off not finishing his sentence.
"Ugh. Fine. Might as well get it over with," I grumble. "What do you want to say?" I ask, sighing.
"The first time I saw you I knew you weren't like the other girls. I could tell that you had a fire in you. When I found out that you moved here to Miami from Texas I knew you were going to be a fighter! You weren't going to put up with anyone's shit. You're hot and you could be popular if you wanted to be, but you denied being friends with any of the popular kids, and became friends with Madge. You didn't care whether she was popular or not- you looked at her personality, not her looks, or her status in the school! That's what I like about you Katniss, you don't care for looks, but personality, and you didn't throw yourself on me or any of the other guys! You're beautiful- not hot- and I mean that in the best of ways. You're not like other girls and I like that. I guess what I'm saying is... I like you Kat. The moment you walked through the front door of the school four months ago I realized... you were for me." He got that all out in one big rush and then looked at me shyly, something I never thought Finnick was capable of. That has got to be the longest thing I have ever heard Finnick Odair ever say. And did he just say he liked me? I shook off the thought and let him continue. "Will you be willing to go on a date with me?"
"Um... How about... I give you my number and we'll see from there, yeah?" I said not quite sure what else to say since he just said he liked me.
"Yeah sure!" He said with a smile. "Want another drink?" He said after a few moments of silence as he watched me finish my Vodka, shifting around uncomfortably.
"Yes, please! Vodka will be fine!" I said. I felt hot all over and mysteriously happy. What is up with me? When he came back, I drank it all in one go. We talked for a bit when he asked to dance again, and this time I accepted. As we danced I could feel myself get more and more drunk.
He stepped on my feet.
At one point I started calling him "Finn," not "Finnick," and I can't help but think when did that happen?
I almost fell over.
And Finn kissed me again.
Again, for the third time that night, I pushed him away.
"Finn, I'm not ready for this, I was hurt once! I can't be like that with someone again. I'm sorry!" I said, backing up from him.
"Kat!" I heard him shout as I ran out of the house and into the night. "Come back, Kat!" He shouted, following me.
"Go away, Finn!" I shouted back while attempting to run in these bloody heels! I ended up just taking them off.
"Come on, Kat! Wait, let me explain!" He said grabbing my arm.
"Explain what? Finn, I can't like you like that! Can you please just stop randomly kissing me?" I shouted at him.
"Just let me explain will you?"
"Why? What is there to explain? You know I can't be like that with you! I told you twice tonight! Why can't you just leave me alone?" I shrieked, not caring who could hear us.
"Because I love you, damn it!" He shouted back.
I stopped dead, in the middle of maneuvering myself around a car parked in the driveway.
"I... I um..." I rest my hands on the hood of it for balance, and lick my lips. "What did you just say?" I whispered in shock
"I said I love you, Katniss." He looked me straight in the eye when he said it. After a moment of hesitation I respond quietly.
"I'm sorry, Finn, but I've been hurt one too many times. I can't. I'm sorry." I said and continued to run off in a daze, stumbling over my own two feet. The alcohol was taking its toll on me.
"Kat... Kat, come back!" I heard Finn yell, but I didn't stop.
"Katniss! Please." I heard him but kept up my pace, my feet grinding into the gravel on the road. "Please?"