(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.