The hot sun shone over the tropical trees which was far too hot for you to even bare. You were covered in a sheen of sweat as the day passed. You, Peeta and Finnick were settled on the edge of the arena, not wanting to go back to the beach incase the careers were there.

Finnick’s gaze fixated on the two of you both staring at eachother. He laughed.

“So it’s true. You two are inlove.”

You and Peeta look over at Finnick. You had to lie about being inlove for the capitol, maybe it was true.