(Short chapter)
Finnick walked me to my room.
"So...about that guy. Who is he?"

I laughed. "Um...no."

He tilted his head. "Come on,
I'm your best friend, right?"

"Well yeah but-."

"It's me, isn't it?" He asked.
I went blank.

"What? No."

"I was just messing with you anyway. I know you don't like me like that."

I went hesitant when I saw his arm was wrapped around mine.
"Yeah...he's your age. Has green eyes. Brown hair." I lied about the hair cause everyone knows Finnick's hair is bronze.

"Strong. Brave. Handsome."

Finnick stopped.
"Alright. Idk him. Go get ready, and come in my room when you're done."

I nodded, watching him walk away.