Disclaimer:- I own three copies of Hunger Games Trilogy and nothing else.
A/N:- This is kind of a practice thingy for my fanfic 'Conspiracy by a Quisling'.
His eyes were oblivious to the fact that her's were watching him. Peering at him through the slits of her eyes, calculating every one of his moves.
Charcoal black but straight hair framed his tan face, sticking to his forehead in curls on the account of the existing humidity. Eyes resembling the colour of steel, but nonetheless holding similar intensity. The defined set of jaws and the broad shoulders never seemed to appeal to her, but did they?
Her eyes drunk in the way every muscle in his body would flex as he moved around the school with an ego too big for one person to own. The way he would look at a girl in an intense fashion and successfully talk her into sitting next to him during the lunch break. The way he would slightly move his arm to rest against the small of her back and grin mischievously when she would blush and move closer.
She never understood those girls for their undying lust for Gale. Or Gale for particularly taking interest in girls so many. She never understood why Gale would go around from girl to girl wasting his time when he could have been doing so much productive work as she is. Like playing music. Or reading.
It bothered her greatly that she had taken to this intimidating tan hunter more than she would have cared. He was a mystery to her. A deep, dark mystery she was keen on solving. Yes, that was what he was to her. Just a mystery. Maybe she had a knack for adventure and finding nothing interesting at hand, she must have felt an attraction towards the oblique and dark side of Gale Hawthorne and felt that side of her flattered to take up the mission of sleuthing.
It had sparked the very day he had come to her back door to sell her strawberries. Curiousity, as Madge seemed to have figured it out for herself. Katniss accompanied him and without much forethought she concluded that Katniss was Gale's girlfriend. It was entirely reasonable for her to think that. Both seem to have come from the same background, had the same looks and from the looks of it, had a telepathic connection going on between them from the way they would communicate with just a look thrown at the other and then moved on with their daily business.
And ever since she noticed him for the first time, it suddenly so seemed to happened that the universe was hell-bent on getting Madge and Gale to get together. Not that Madge was thinking about it, but she did recline on the option all the same.
The problem wasn't the fact that he would show up everywhere she would go—which was freaky enough—but that, that he turned up with a new girl every single time.
Being the innocent person she is, she thought maybe they are his friends, maybe he has broken up with his previous girlfriend, maybe he is looking for 'The One'. But it didn't take long for that illusion to shatter to million shards.
On a night as deceptive as the illusion she held, she was sent forth to the shoe-maker because her dad had supposedly made three new pair of shoes. On her way back, she took a detour.
It was a pleasant night enough with the wind being just right. Meadows seemed liked the only place in this desolate district matching up with the mood and the atmosphere and it didn't make up for a topic of debate as she made her way to the meadows.
She didn't think it through for she never had been to the meadows alone. The last time she had been to the meadows was with Katniss when her mother suggested that they have a girls night out. Both the girls had mutual feelings about having the girls night out and they ended up spending sometime here. Ever since then Madge seemed to have grown fascinated by this place.
The dark abyss of the streets of Seam seemed to scare her, but she held her own. Winding her way through the streets she ended up at the last place she did want to be if she knew what happened here.
New to the place, she couldn't help but survey it. It was obvious enough to her that the shed on the far right had the elevator that took the miners underground. But the she couldn't make sense of the heaps of slag that made up for the landscape in front of her.
A giggle pierced the air as she was analysing the scene before her, and it threw her away completely. Frightening as it was, curiosity won over and she rounded the corner.
Just to the left of the corner, she was faced by a scene so conflicting that it got to her. The blond girl, as shy as ever, twisted her hands in the fabric of the shirt the black haired guy was wearing pulling him down to her eye level. She seems to be smiling at him, blushing bright red but by the looks of it, the guy seemed confident in what he did, putting his hand on either side of her face as both of them leaned against the tree.
Tilting his head ever so slightly to get more access to the blond girl's neck, Madge felt as if she was slapped in the face. Though his eyes were covered under the dark hair, it was impossible to mistake that grin anywhere. Impossible to mistake that posture anywhere. Impossible to mistake the guy for anyone other than Gale Hawthorne.
A/N:- I know I write waaaaay too ornamentally but that's what you gotta do to impress your language teach. Anyways, trying hard to get rid of it.
Oh yeah and Fragaria means 'Wild Strawberry'. That is what happens when you write a fanfic after reading botany.
Will post the second chapter in a few days :) I apologize for grammatical errors if there are any. Kinda wrote this one in a hurry. Criticism and words of advice are well received.