Chapter Thirty—Seven

Nunchucks were quite an easy weapon to use, or maybe Katniss was just a good teacher. Within just half a day of training, I already got a hang of it. However, as we trained, I didn't miss the cold shoulders Katniss passed me. It got to my nerves sometimes, but I couldn't exactly get mad at her. She had every right to be angry at me.

I threw Katniss the nunchucks as I fell down to the floor, panting for air. The training had taken a toll on me, and according to Katniss, I still needed to work on my stamina if I really wanted to master the use of nunchucks and the art of Krav Maga. Onerous. From a distance, I caught sight of Canary and Tyra engrossed in a conversation, although their words remained inaudible. With an exasperated sigh, I tore my gaze away from them, watching keenly as Katniss returned the nunchucks to their appropriate place. She was being quiet and it rubbed me off badly in a way.

"You're still pissed with me, aren't you?" I stated the obvious, as Katniss turned to fa