date o'clock [ flynn x johnny ]

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I hadn't seen Flynn Garner since the rumours of his love affair with dead boy Peter. I hadn't realised the rumours had bothered me until I heard some girl talking about it over coffee outside one of the cafes at the edge of the square. I mean, I had only meet the blushing victor once, but it was enough to cause him to venture into my thoughts more times than I cared to admit. The meeting had been one that I had played over and over in my head.

The memory of Flynns flushed cheeks and flustered words always caused my lips to hook back into a foolish grin. Which I slapped from my face instantly, because Johnny Scaletta did not get crushes.

"I could take you back to mine and cook you dinner," I had teased him, fully expecting him to shoot me down for the second time that night. But he had surprised me, "maybe another day yeah?" he had responded, an invitation that was almost hesitant. An invitation that I had every intention of accepting.

And there I fucking go again, grinning like some fucking high school girl talking to the star quarterback.

Damnit.

Damn you Flynn Garner.

In the kitchen of my lousy apartment I run a comb through my hair, before shrugging on an old leather jacket that I had nicked from one of the bodies Mr. Garner had left for me to get rid of. It had felt wrong at the time, but damn did I look good in it. And it felt even more wrong to let good quality- most likely synthetic, if I was being totally honest- leather to go to waste. To me it seemed like the bigger crime would have been destroying it. After one last glance into the cracked mirror, leave not bothering with locking up behind me.

I wasn't sure exactly where I would find my date, but had a pretty good feeling that the school would be a good place to start, and it looked like I was right because as I rounded the corner I came face to face with the bushy haired victor. "Well, isn't it the most handsome victor in Panem!" I grin, stepping into his path I tuck my hands into the pockets of my jeans. "I've come to collect that date you owe me."