||ODDS|| Newt x Reader In The Hunger Games

4. Blue paint's a tenner

For the past 2 days, we trained hard. Steph and I practiced all the stations quite thoroughly. She is probably the only tribute who I trust, but I have kept a good name for myself in the pack.

Today was the day they held private sessions for the tributes show to the Game makers what they are capable of, choosing a particular skill they excel at. I was really nervous and kept bouncing my legs. Newt and Dylan exchanged concern glances. I looked up to them and spoke frantically, "I'm really scared! What should I do? I have no clue. What if I screw up? What if they hate me? What if-" Newt shushed me by placing his hand on my mouth.

"(Y/n) calm down alright? You'll do fine. You have to get a score of 9 or more, which you will. I suggest just stay under the radar, but not too low that the careers will regret having you on their team. Don't worry now, I'm pretty sure the game makers will love you! What are you going to do anyway? Throw spears, daggers or arrows?" he asked.

"A bit of all, I guess" I mumbled.

"Good." he said and pulled me into a delicate hug. "Best of luck, love. Just be calm and focused, alright?"

I nodded my head against the crook of his neck as I hugged him back.

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All of the tributes were assembled in a small area outside the training room. Some of them were trembling with nervousness and others were calm and composed. Being honest, I was more towards the nervous side. Apparently, my constant habit of bouncing my legs when I was nervous, annoyed Chad.

"Would you stop doing that?" He said. "You are making me feel anxious." I mumbled a 'sorry'.

A few minutes later Atala came in and greeted us. Then she pulled out a notepad and said with a clipped tone, "Jared, District 1." The Male blondie, who has become a close ally, followed her into the evaluation room.

I closed my eyes and tried to make a plan of what I was supposed to show the gamemakers and sponsors. Not long after, Atala called my name. "(Y/n), District 4." I didn't realise the others already went and got to show their talent.

I slowly got up and followed her through the doors. My palms were sweating and I wiped them against my pants.

As I walked into the room, I saw the game makers in blue and purple robes standing on the balcony, with either a glass of wine or a plate of food in their hands. I kept walking towards the weaponry section and grabbed a couple of spears and daggers. I looked up at them and the head gamemaker, Dilphas Doggaroy, nodded at me. I walked towards the targets and grabbed a spear from my little collection.

This is it.

I took a deep breath and threw it with all my might. Like I expected, it the target dead centre. With a satisfactory grin, I took another spear and threw it at the same target and it went through the previous one and ripped it in half. I heard clappings and I looked up. They were all watching and smiling. This is good I guess.

I then proceeded to throw some daggers at another target, making a pattern of the number '4'. More clapping. I grabbed a can of blue paint and placed it on top of the target. Then I reached for a bow and a an and took stance. I aimed and took my shot. I winced when the arrow missed the can by a few inches. I heard someone murmur, "That was so close".

I shrugged it off and aimed again. I took a deep breath before releasing the arrow. It struck the can and with a splash there was blue paint all over the daggers as it dripped onto the floor. A lot of people were cheering as I took a bow with a smile.

"Follow me." a girl with purple hair said as she guided me towards another door. As soon as I stepped out, I was greeted with a massive hug.

"How did it go?" Asked a Britsh voice, which of course belonged to Newt. I hugged him back and gave a small laugh.

"It went quite good actually. They were happy in the end." I replied.

"That's good, love." He said as he pulled away. "Come one let's go back to the others. I'm pretty sure you are feeling tired and hungry now." I nodded frantically which earned a chuckle from him.

After we reached our floor, during dinner I told everyone what I did during the session. Nat was overjoyed and excited while Dylan gave a massive grin. Finished with dinner, I excused myself and went into my room and immediately plopped down on my bed and drifted to sleep.
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A few hours later, I was woken up by a splash of cold water. I sat up with a gasp and saw Nat and Chad laughing while Newt was smirking down at me with an empty bucket in his hands. "I tried to wake you up without the water, but you are one deep sleeper, (Y/n)."

"I'm gonna get you back Mr. Newt Cresta." I grumbled. "Why did you guys wake me up?" I asked, standing up, the water dripping down my back. Chad threw a towel at me and I caught it before patting myself down.

"They are going to announce the results for your sessions today. C'mon now, let's get going."

We went to the huge hall and sat down on the comfy sofas. Dylan and Maryanne were sitting on the couch next to ours and I could see Dylan with an uncomfortable and nervous vibe around him. He glanced at me and I wiggled my eyebrows and pointed at Maryanne. His eyes widened and a faint pink tinge of blush dusted his cheeks. He shook his head with panic and I chuckled in response.

The TV came alive and the anthem of the Capitol was being played. Soon Caesar Flickerman's pink hair came into view. His theme for this year is pink I guess.

"Let's get straight into today's personal session's results. From district 1 we have the handsome and daring Jared with a massive score of 9. Tremendously well done. And the girl tribute Ms. Isabella got a score of 5. Good try but being a career one would expect a lot more." The nasty brat got a 5. Well atleast she is not that big of a threat physically. He started to call everyone's names along with their scores and Ashton and Steph both got an 8.

"Now Chad, district 4. A clumsy boy really." Flickerman said with a chuckle. Everybody in the room laughed except Chad, who looked down with slightly pink cheeks from embarrassment. Chad apparently tried to pick up a giant trident to copy Finnick, but miserably failed to throw it anywhere in the vicinity of the target. He then stuck to showing off his strength by have to kick and punch a mannequin. "He scored a 7."

Then the nerves kicked in. It was my turn. Newt took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze as I stared ahead, my eyes glued on the TV.

"(Y/n), District 4. Many gamemakers were talking about this one. She is quite good really." Great. He basically told entire Panem that I was a threat and now everyone in the whole bloody arena is going to target me. Simply brilliant.

"She got a magnificent score of 10! Highest so far!" My eyes widened with surprise as Newt hugged me from my side. Nat squealed and Dylan and Maryanne patted me with a chorus of congratulations. Chad looked quite alright with my achievement and told a simple 'well done.'

I was happy that I got a 10, it meant loads more of sponsors. But it also meant that I was a threat and in the games the threats were targeted first.
Something which was totally contradictory to my plan of staying under the radar.