Tennis Court
"Don't you think that it's boring how people talk?"
Katniss was staring at the floor. Bland and white, not even a speck of dust. She wondered how, in the name of Panem, a place as big as District 13 was kept so spotless. The Capitol would have no problem with it, what with all their avoxes and high-tech technology, but what cleaned 13? Maybe some sort of electronic cleaning device.
“You get that, Katniss?” She was pulled back to reality by a voice she recognized as the Command leader. Today was one of the days where she’d actually paid some attention to her schedule and attended a Command meeting.
“Hm?” Katniss asked, her cheeks going a little red.
The Command leader sighed. Katniss heard someone snicker, and she remembered that Johanna Mason was sitting next to her. “She just explained a potential plan for when we storm the Capitol, brainless,”
“Oh,” Katniss lied, “Yeah, I got it.” She decided she’d probably have to go ask Gale, who was on the other side of the room, later.
Forty-five minutes later, the meeting was still going, and Katniss was still staring at the floor, only half-listening to the discussion. She’d just celebrated her eighteenth birthday two days ago and was still a bit exhausted, both from the small celebration and by the fact that she’d been in 13 long enough to turn eighteen. She found herself pulled back to reality again, this time by Johanna poking her with the back of a pencil. She jerked her head up. “What?” She mouthed.
Johanna scooted a little closer to Katniss and whispered, “I’m bored, and I highly doubt you’re listening to anything that’s going on. Let’s get out of here and do something actually fucking interesting,”
Katniss, although a bit flustered and surprised at the fact that Johanna wanted to spend time with her, didn’t see why not. She nodded and gestured toward the door. The two, luckily positioned at the back of the room, stood up and slipped unnoticed out the door.
“So, Mockingjay, you decided to follow your schedule today instead of wandering around aimlessly?”
Katniss wasn’t entirely sure if she should smack Johanna or not, but before she could make a decision, she was interrupted.
“Not that I’m judging. I would do that too if I could, but I’d just be thrown back in the hospital again. Thanks for rooming with me, by the way. It’s nice to finally have some privacy from all those doctors.”
All Katniss could do was nod. Her stomach twisted for some reason when Johanna made eye contact with her. The two walked around the corridors in silence. Katniss’s heart kept racing for no reason. She decided it was just nerves from skipping the meeting.
“Something got you tongue-tied, Everdeen? I know that it’s boring when people talk, but a Mockingjay’s gotta use her voice.” Johanna grinned.
Now, Katniss wasn’t sure whether she wanted to smack or kiss Johanna. She decided smack almost exactly when Johanna decided to kiss her. It was odd for Katniss, smacking someone so hard you left a mark, then immediately being kissed by them.
The kiss was unlike any she’d experienced, all heart-racing and intense and nearly clashing teeth. Katniss pulled away first, really confused as to what she just did. Johanna seemed more sure of herself, then raised her hand a bit and smacked Katniss so hard she just about saw stars.
Haymitch walked in just as Katniss reacted to the slap. What a sight they must’ve been--two girls, each with a slap-mark on their face and eyes full of both lust and confusion. He stared blankly at them for a moment. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then walked away, shooting a knowing look and a wink at Katniss. Katniss didn’t understand how Haymitch was so good at figuring out what was going on without a single word.
“Okay, I slapped you too. Now we’re even,” Johanna laughed, “Pick your jaw up off the floor, Everdeen. It’s not like you’ve never kissed someone.”
Katniss thought back to something Johanna had said in the elevator before the 75th Games, then decided to quote her. “Let’s do it again some time.” Then turned on her heel and walked away.