We emerge from the train, fake smiles plastered to our faces.

Peeta's hand limply holds my own, making it known only to myself that he is mad at me.

I gently squeeze his hand, to try and tell him we needed to talk, but he doesn't respond. I sigh quietly, but didn't show it as I waved and blew kisses to the crowd.

This was going to get old.

Fast.

Gale stood in the crowd, eyes trained on me.

I waved at him.

His eyes flicked away.

The interviews came and passed, then we are allowed to go to our new homes.

My mother and sister greet me wholeheartedly, holding me close.

I numbly smiled at them as they sit me at a table and bring me food.

"So Peeta...?" Prim joked.

"How has District 12 been?" I ask, wanting nothing more than to avoid that subject. I pick up a mug that holds hot chocolate as I look at them over the lip of the cup.

"He's a nice boy," Mother agrees.

I slam the mug down on the table, hot chocolate sloshing onto the table. "All I hear about anymore is Peeta this and Peeta that! Can we talk about something else?!"

Mother and Prim exchange worried looks.

"We aren't exactly on speaking terms as of this time, and it seems Gale feels the same way."

"Gale's here," My eyes snapped up to Prim.

"He's right outside the door," Mother sighs. "We didn't-"

"Gale, come in!" I call as I jump to my feet.

He comes through, a mask of no emotions covering his face.

I run forward and wrap my arms tightly around him, the smell of wood smoke over whelms me once again.

His arms remain at his sides.

I lean back slightly, a confused look coming across my face. "What's wrong?"

"I thought you knew, Katniss, but obviously you never saw."

I growl. "What now?!"

Gale glanced up at my family.

I sigh and nod towards the door. "We can go somewhere else,"

He nods and we move out into the living room area.

"What did I never see?" I hiss.

"I thought you understood what I was trying to tell you before they tore us apart."

I shake my head.

"There's no point to you knowing now," He crosses his arms and moves to look out the window.

"Yes there is!"

"You have Peeta!" He barks at me.

Those words sting worse than a Tracker Jacker sting.

"Have a nice life with him!"

"I do not! I don't even like him!"

He stares at me for a long moment, eyes filled with confusion.

"It was all an act," I whisper and shake my head. "We never had feelings for one another, ever."

Gale's eyebrows form a glare. "He wasn't acting, Katniss. Do you even see how the two of us look at you? How all the boys in District 12 look at you?!"

I sigh with frustration.

"Didn't you ever wonder what Peeta meant by, 'she doesn't know the affect she has on people'?"

"He was acting!"

"No he wasn't!" Gale shouts. "If you could only see from another's point of view... maybe you'd finally get it." He turns and storms away.

"Gale!"

He pauses, hand on the doorknob. "That offer I made to you the day of the reaping was true, honest. My last hope that you'd finally open your eyes and see what I thought of you, but obviously it was stupid."

"Gale-"

"Have a nice life, Katniss," He opens the door and slams it behind him.

I growl in frustration and kick the wall, jumping away as I muttered words under my breath and tried to get my toe to stop hurting. "Fine!" I shout at the door. "See if I care!"

"Katniss-"

"Prim, just go away and leave me alone,"

My sister sighs. "What happened to the old you?"

I turn, glaring at her. "The games change you, and you never can go back. You don't know the horrors I saw, Prim, and I hope you never do."
With that, I run up the stairs and slam the door shut behind me, in what I was calling- for the time being- my room.