Not the most interesting chapter, but there will be drama to come! I posted a trailer before this chapter for the people who specifically read the first fanfiction I wrote – this is a sequel. I hope you enjoy the unfolding story, It'll be much better than the first.

She almost forgot she was screaming.

The way her body snapped up from her ever so bitter slumber, and her damp face glistened in the summer sunlight streaming through the small cracks of the velvet curtains.

Ah, just another nightmare.

She frowned at stared at the door hesitantly, as if she was waiting for someone. Peeta, perhaps. He would normally come to this woman's side during the long and painful nights. But no one came.

No has come for four nights.

This was Katniss Everdeen. She is eighteen years old and lives in Panem, District 12. Her father died in a mining accident and she only has her mother and sister to love. Scratch that. She only has her sister to love. She survived the Hunger Games. Twice. Katniss now stays at District 13 seeing little of her friends. Well, if they still are her friends of course. She misses Peeta.

.

"Better than nothing" Gale raised one shoulder than dropped it, hiding his smile as he watched Katniss's face of utter disgust.

"Easy for you to say" Katniss rolled her eyes and nudged him in the arm. They slipped into their seats of an empty table, not that anyone would want to sit next to them anyway.

This was the first time Katniss had actually come out of her room for the long – ever so long – four days of District 13. Food was provided to everyone in the District. Sometimes the food was Capitol standards. Other times, it was inedible.

"What's been going on while I was in jeopardy?" Katniss had asked, slushing the brown mixture of food around in the plastic bowl.

Gale shrugged and scooped some slosh into his mouth with a tight smile, receiving a small grimace from Katniss. "The usual" Gale replied and scowled. Katniss was sure it was the food that got him to do that or just something that went wrong already.

"And what's the usual?" Katniss branched out, wanting answers. She picked up her plastic cup and sipped some hot chocolate and then she started to pinch pieces of her bread roll and dip them into the drink.

Gale sighed and looked both ways as if he was crossing the street. "Look Katniss, I'm not supposed to tell you. Especially here" he whispered, leaning forward.

Katniss opened her mouth to say something. But of course someone or something just had to interfere.

"Hey nerds" Johanna smirked slipping next to Gale, clutching on to her tray of slosh.

Finnick just nodded and slid awkwardly next to Katniss's side.

Katniss frowned and examined both of them, mirroring Gale. It felt like she hadn't seen Finnick Odair in months, when in reality she had seen him a few days ago. Maybe it was fact that they all looked different in the arena or Katniss's anger towards their foul lies. Whatever it may be, it was bugging her.

"I'm sorry, can we help you?" Katniss asked harshly, frowning at them both.

"Yeah, you can help us," Finnick answered slowly turning his focus over to Katniss. It felt like his voice had changed during the five days. Most likely, his tone had changed because he was sick of Katniss acting like poisonous bitch, although he had thought she wasn't acting. "Stop being such a- "

"Finnick" Johanna sighed, quickly reminding him. She made a cautious gesture with her eyes.

"Sorry" he muttered in response, looking away from Katniss and down at his tray.

"Look we really need seats Everdeen. We saved your life. I know it's too much to ask for, but we have nowhere to sit" Johanna explained.

Johanna hadn't changed as much as Finnick. Well mentally she hadn't. But her hair had started to grow again, streaming just past her shoulders, her features seemed to look sharper and defined.

Katniss cocked her eyebrows at her. "You didn't tell me" she said quietly.

"Well I'm sorry there were cameras everywhere" Johanna frowned, raising her voice slightly. She grabbed her fingers tightly around the edges of her tray.

"Right" was Katniss's response. Katniss didn't why kept pushing her only friends away. It was like some weird urge, and technically it wasn't their fault that she didn't know about it.

"Fine" Johanna muttered under breath.

"Now if you excuse us, we'll be making some more plans without you" she smirked sarcastically removing herself from the table. "Gale" she offered him a brief nod and chuckled slightly at his confusion. And at that she quipped around, her brunette hair flicking slightly off her shoulder.

"Finn" Johanna called, looking back.

Finnick gave Katniss one last look. He seemed to have sympathy in his eyes. "Lover boy" his words of farewell as he stalked over to Johanna.

Katniss sighed and stared at the couple walking away, Finnick didn't look back. Not once.

"What was that?" Gale had spoken after a while.

"Johanna Mason, District Four. Finnick Odair, District Seven" Katniss answered, still staring at them as they disappeared into a hallway.

"I know" Gale nodded, pushing his tray aside. "How does Johanna know my name?" he asked taking a sip from his cup.

Finnick you little-

"Katniss?"

"Hm? Oh." Katniss stuttered and slowly shrugged her shoulders innocently. It obviously worked.

"And Lover boy? What's that supposed to mean?"

"How am I supposed to know Gale?" Katniss droned, scooping the remains of Gale's bowl into hers. No matter how the food tasted she would never let it go to waste.

Gale watched her take his food and said nothing.

"We're supposed to see Plutarch Heavansbee at noon" Gale changed the topic. "With Johanna and Finnick. It's important" he informed her, and said it as if he rehearsed it many times.

Katniss didn't mind having a chat with Plutarch, just the fact that Finnick was going to be there. "Why?" she questioned taking a painful swallow of the mush from her plate.

"It's a Secret"