Голодные игры
Chapter 7
Ibitemylipandstalkbacktomyroom,makingsurePeetacanhearthedoorslam.Isitonthebed,hatingHaymitch,hatingPeeta,hatingmyselfformentioningthatdaylongagointherain.
It’ssuchajoke!PeetaandIgoingalongpretendingtobefriends!Talkingupeachother’sstrengths,insistingtheothertakecreditfortheirabilities.Because,infact,atsomepoint,we’regoingtohavetoknockitoffandacceptwe’rebitteradversaries.WhichI’dbepreparedtodorightnowifitwasn’tforHaymitch’sstupidinstructionthatwesticktogetherintraining.It’smyownfault,Iguess,fortellinghimhedidn’thavetocoachusseparately.Butthatdidn’tmeanIwantedtodoeverythingwithPeeta.Who,bytheway,clearlydoesn’twanttobepartneringupwithme,either.
IhearPeeta’svoiceinmyhead.Shehasnoidea.Theeffectshecanhave.Obviouslymeanttodemeanme.Right?butatinypartofmewondersifthiswasacompliment.ThathemeantIwasappealinginsomeway.It’sweird,howmuchhe’snoticedme.Liketheattentionhe’spaidtomyhunting.Andapparently,IhavenotbeenasoblivioustohimasIimagined,either.Theflour.Thewrestling.Ihavekepttrackoftheboywiththebread.
It’salmostten.Icleanmyteethandsmoothbackmyhairagain.Angertemporarilyblockedoutmynervousnessaboutmeetingtheothertributes,butnowIcanfeelmyanxietyrisingagain.BythetimeImeetEffieandPeetaattheelevator,Icatchmyselfbitingmynails.Istopatonce.
