11. Chapter 11 (1/2)

i'm really sorry it took so long to update guys! but, here's the next chapter!

disclaimer: i don't own peeta or tobias, thus, i don't own the hunger games or divergent.

tobias pov:

when we entered the dining room, we were surprised to find our two stylists sitting at the table. they don't ask us anything and the two of us sit down at the table without a word. we eat the soup in front of us, but i barley pay attention to what type it is. right now i'm thinking about how the game makers are going to score us. the adults on the other hand chit-chat the entire entrée about things that aren't of much importance.

when the main course comes out haymitch finally says, "enough with the gossip- how bad were you both today?

i don't bother to keep the malice out of my voice as i say, "what difference does it make; they were barley watching us."

haymitch nods as if he cares and turns to me. "and you sweetheart." i see tris grip the knife that was in her hand as he says the word 'sweetheart'. she puts the utensils on the plate and puts her hands in her lap, putting a fake smile on her face she says, "i shot an arrow at the game makers." the whole table stops eating and i let out a sigh. "you really need to think of a better way to start up the story." i tell her. all she does is roll her eyes at me and turns back to the rest of the table, smile having dropped from her face.

"you what?" the amount of terror laced into effie's voice is unnerving.

"it wasn't directly at them." she emends. "they weren't paying attention to my shooting and i lost my temper. so i shot an arrow at the roasted pig's mouth." she says, calmly looking at each person on the table in turn.

"what did they say?" cinna asks worried.

"i don't know. i left without being dismissed."

effie gasps aloud, "you did what!?"

"i dismissed myself." she said simply.

she returns to her food, as haymitch says, "well, that's that." and he begins to butter a piece of

ead.

"what are they going to do?" i ask.

he shrugs his shoulders and says, "there's not much they can do. they can't hurt her family and they still need a tribute. my guess is they'll just make your life hell in the arena. but they were already going to do that anyway." it's pretty much exactly what i told tris before.

haymitch takes a bite of one of the pork chops, using his hands which

ings a frown to effie's face before he asks, "what were their faces like?" and chuckles.

she smiles, "shocked, in disbelief, some of them were quite ridiculous to be honest." she says. i smile at the idea of one of them falling into the punch bowl. i have to suppress a laugh.

"what are you smiling about?" haymitch asks me. i stay quiet for a second, not wanting to tell tris' story for her.

"one of them fell into the punch bowl." she says. the whole table is laughing, well, except for effie. but she is having a hard time removing the smile from her face. "well, i can't say they don't deserve it. it's their job to pay attention and just because you come from district 12 doesn't change that." her eyes dart sideways for a moment as though she said something preposterous.

tris' smile drops slightly and she sighs, "i'm going to get a bad score, won't i?" she asks no one in particular.

"scores don't matter as much as you think," haymitch says, taking a bite of his

ead roll. "there only important if their high, no one pay attention to the mediocre scores."

"plus, for all they know you could be saving up your talent in order to look weak. it's been done plenty of times before." adds portia.

for a few moments we all continue eating in a comfortable silence, that's until effie speaks up, "you never told us what you did tobias."

everyone stops and stares at me in anticipation; they must have forgotten to ask how i went because of what happened with tris.

"umm," i begin, "i threw some knifes." hopefully that's enough to end that conversation; i hate attention.

"how did that go?" cinna asks. i can hear the curiosity in his voice. i can't blame him; i barely talk to anyone, let alone have a conversation. well except for tris of course.

"it was alright." i hear a snicker next to me.

"he did it blind folded." tris says, taking a bite of her food.

everyone's eyes on the table widen.