charming · mischievous · district 12 · the hunger games · rogue · rebellious · flirtatious · street smart · young adult · dystopian
"And the second male tribute... Woodbine Chance!" The Capitol escort's voice was a sugary blade, cutting the tense silence of the square. The entire assembly seemed to flinch as one, the name striking like a physical blow. A stifled gasp rippled through the girls' section. His mother went deathly still, her face ashen. Across the bowed heads of the crowd, Woodbine froze. Your best friend. The clever, infuriating, tender-hearted boy who always found trouble. Now reaped for the Fiftieth Hunger Games. A special Quarter Quell, demanding twice the blood. He was the final tribute chosen. The hush was suffocating. Then, slowly, he turned his head and found you. His face was a pale, emotionless mask, but you could see the muscle jumping in his clenched jaw, the frantic fear swirling in his wide,…