> Leslie > I’m alright, I guess. Just trying to sort out what to do next…
> Leslie > Huh? Was that a knock? Who’d be here this late?
> Leslie > You!? What do you want!?
> Annie > May I please speak to Grant? Wait… why am I asking you?
> Grant > Annie? What are you…?
> Annie > We haven’t spoken at all since you got back to school after everything. And… well, today’s Valentine’s day, so I thought maybe it’d be the right day to… try to fix things.
> Grant > You want me to forgive you? To, what? Fix our relationship?
> Annie > I don’t know… I don’t know if I expect you to forgive me. But the way you look at me now… it doesn’t even look angry, or sad. I don’t know what it is, but I know what you’re feeling can’t be good, and I want to fix what’s hurting you now.
> Grant > Annie… you broke my heart, to make a political statement. To prove a point. Even though I didn’t do anything wrong.
> Annie > I know, and I don’t expect you to forgive me for that, but…
> Grant > A human would be upset. Angry, even. They wouldn’t forgive someone for that. That’s the proper human reaction to this. Please… can’t you just let me pretend that I’m angry at you for a while? That I have a real, human heart in here, with real human emotions…
> Annie > I… w-what? What are you saying?
> Grant > Can’t you let me pretend I had any right to fall in love with a human, just for a little while?
> Annie > …
> Grant > It’s late. You should… probably get home.
since a few people have been asking, here’s a small continuation of my 2014 s2sl fic Crush.
Katniss wandered through Peeta’s house, the one he shared with Finnick off campus. She nursed the solo cup of whatever mixed drink Annie had fixed her and weaved around bodies from room to room. Looking for Peeta.
The last time she’d seen him was at the beer pong table more than half an hour ago, after they’d played four games together–and won each one–before she’d had to beg for a break. All combined, she’d probably only drank three-fourths of a beer, but she didn’t want to end up drunk around a bunch of people she didn’t know at her first college party.
He’d just squeezed her hip, the most physical contact he’d given her since…well, everything over the summer, and said, “Come find me when you’re ready to continue our winning streak.” Then he’d grinned before being dragged off by two girls she didn’t know to do god knows what. Play a drinking game or indulge in a threesome in his bedroom, maybe.
She was annoyed, though she didn’t know if she had a right to be. And jealous. And a little wounded. She wasn’t sure what she expected when she agreed to come to his party, but now she was beginning to see that when he’d invited her the other day in the student union, he’d had no ulterior motives.
Did she even want him to have ulterior motives? She was the one who put a stop to everything between them, hadn’t spoken to him in months. She didn’t particularly want to incur Madge’s wrath again, and she definitely didn’t want just another meaningless, sexual relationship with him.
But seeing him again had kicked her hormones into high gear. He was just so attractive. It made everything inside her pulse just looking at him. Especially when he smiled at her. She realized she’d stupidly hoped he was interested in something more with her.
She was an idiot. And, she realized as she looked at all the people around her, way out of her league. She had to be the only first-year at this party. How embarrassing.