The Diamond (Finnick Odair/OC)

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While I scraped my 'food' along my plate I was eerily aware of Finnick. Katniss is currently mumbling to us about...eh probably Peeta. 

But Finnick is watching my every move. I'm tempted to flick my spoon in his general direction so he'll be covered in slop. But that would of course lead to follow up questions which would tie Katniss into our plans. I already have to untie Finnick, I can't complicate it further.

Ignoring those dangerous sea green eyes I rose my head and cringed at Katniss. "How's your cat going?".

That stopped her mid ramble and I watched as her entire demaner changed. Finnick snorted and leant into my side. I heard him inhale as if smelling my hair before he whispered. "Normal conversations aren't your forte." 

I leant back with a scoff while he smirked with a raised eyebrow. I felt myself squint back in outrage and of course, challenge accepted. I huffed and turned to Katniss excpectantly. I'll show him, Katniss and I are friends. I can converse with anyone. "Well?, How's the darn cat!?!".

She blinked at me and I realised I was more demanding then asking. Casuing me to smile sheepishly while leaning back as she observed me. She looked between us but I think thought better then to outwright ask. "Don't know. He's not my cat".

Oh. A pause, mainly by me because I don't know what do with that. How can I build a conversation from that?. God! What do we normally even talk about?...

I could hear Finnick snicker and shake his head in amusment out the corner of my eye. I don't know why, but it pissed me off. I don't know if he's trying to help me or tear me down. 

Katniss suddenly gave me a smile as if that'd help my obvious failure that she hasn't picked up on yet. Or maybe since all those classes with Boggs she knows that I don't have social skills like other people. Never had friends, never had the need to converse....Fuck.

She's looking at me in sympathy. And she's not filling the air, she's waiting paitently for me to. B-because...I turned to Finnick, whose amusment was laced in encouragment. Those manipulitive mother-fuckers!.

They planned this. At dinner. My sacred non-training time. I exhaled and glared down at my slop. Well, I'm not doing this. We'll just sit in silence if they're not going to start or finish the conversation.

She cleared her throat. "It's Prim's cat..."

Katniss said it, like it was obvious. The obvious follow up question should've been something like 'Oh sorry Mockingbird, whose cat is it?'. 

She shared a look with Finnick who looked like a wounded puppy. Serves him right. I tusked but didn't say anything. The sound showed that I know of their little plan and they've not only failed to go unnoticed but they're not owning up to it.

Its annoying. My friend and whatever Finnick is, are annoying people. But they're still my people. I sighed rather dramitcally and stared at the both of them with a strained tight simle. "Okay...and how is your sister?".

Que the most mandane conversation I've ever had in my entire life. And based off they're satisfied faces I think they actually believe they achieved something. What a bunch of idiots. 

Going unoticed down to the cafteria after lights out was a piece of cake. Although I'm a little suspious that Finnick never made it to his room. But, if theres an actual libray here in thirteen then I'd bet all my winnings he's currently down there.

I leant aginst the nearest table, my eyes glued to the clock until at exactly midnight I heard approaching footsteps.

My eyes narrowed at the sight of her, manic grin from ear to ear behind Cashmere. I scoffed. "What's with the stray?".

Cashmere rolled her eyes at Johanna who chuckled to herself. "She insisted".

I smirked. "What no knives in the hospital, Cash? theres plenty in here".

Cashmere smiled at me and Johanna glared at us. "Whocares, friend?. I need to gain clearence somehow. If that's by breaking into Command to uncover a conspiracy then so be it". 

"I do, you'll be dead weight". I'm not even going to try and hide it. I doubt she knows anything apart from swinging an axe.

Cashmere shot me a warning look and inspected the cafeteria. "Where's Finnick?".

I shrugged. "The library".

Johanna blinked in disbelief while Cashmere smirked. "You sure?".

I tusked. "No. I noticed he was the only resident on my floor that didn't check in for lights out".

Johanna scoffed. "Just how do figure that out?"

I blinked in annoyance, outer-districts. "Counted all fifty-two beeps from the scheduele scanner and cross checked it with the written notes on the entrences to the hallways, obviously".

Johanna rolled her eyes while Cashmere pinched the bridge of her nose. "So he could be anywhere?".

My silence told her everything. 

Johanna pushed herself off from the table and squeezed Cash's shoulder. "What's the big deal its Finnick. Velvet trusts him, right Vel?".

I shrugged. "I'd trust Finnick Odair to let himself in on something that has abosulety nothing to do with him. I also don't trust you".

Johanna narrowed her eyes at me and Cashmere humed to herself, causing both of us to stare at her. "Well too bad because I do".

Wait what?...

I scoffed. "You're kidding me? You're not even friends!".

Johanna cackled and winked at me. "No, we're more than that".

Before my mind could even process what she just said. Cashmere giggled and pulled the bald beauty towards her by the collar of her gown. The two of them a mess of blond hair and brusies, together they kissed the life out of eachother.

While I sat, mouth agape and questioning everything I thought I knew about Cashmere Nobles. 

So...

What the actual Fuck?!?.

A/N:

Did we see that coming because I thought of the ship literally a minute ago. I swear the scene wrote it self. I think because it somehow works because in cannon  Johanna kills Cashmere plus, they are polar opposites. But both killer machines. Rich, poor. tough and pretty. Like idk, I've never written anything LGBT but like kinda excited to. Does this work? lemme know if I should scrap it but...low key love?