(Short)
•Finnick's POV•
I walked out of the room, carrying the tray? Laughing to myself.

That did not just happen.

Ryder jumped in front, startling me.

"Y'all together yet?" He asked.

I sat the tray down.
"What? No."

Ryder raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you like her?
Doesn't she like you?"

I shook my head.
"We're just friends. In my eyes, at least. I don't know how she feels but I don't like her that way." I lied.

Ryder sighed.

"Alright. Whatever." He said, stalking off.

I walked back to my room and thought before walking in, Ughh. More lies?