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Like Her

Gale's POV

There are two markets in District two. The first is cleverly named The Mark, and it's located in town, right by the old Justice building. The second, The Landing, is in the forest on the outskirts of town. Out of the two The Landing is much more exciting. Bright colors and swaths of fabric decorate stalls; performers litter the streets, and plumes of colored smoke swirl through the air surrounding the perimeter so you can see it from at least a mile away.

In the tree's surrounding The Landing platforms and tree houses litter the branches, so if you climb the ladders you're able to see other stalls, and what they have to sell. The Mark is a sterile building with stands that sell necessities. At The Landing you can find anything.

That's why as I look out the window of Jackson's car I know exactly where we're going; I can hear the music a mile away. Christa and Johanna are sitting in the back, and Jackson and I in the front. Jackson had the idea that if Johanna was going to live in the district she was going to need to know about all of the best places.

The rich smell of spices fill the air and I can tell we're close since I can see the smoke already. Although, I'm not really paying attention there is a part of the other's conversation that catches my attention.

"I actually like it here; it's kind of familiar because of all the trees. It reminds me of 7, but these trees are different from the ones there. Honestly, I didn't even know 2 had a forest." Johanna stares out the window from the back seat.

"Yea, well, these trees are useless to chop. The bark is way too thick and rough, and plus the forest isn't actually that big. It ends a mile or two away from The Landing. How long do you plan on staying?" Christa asks.

I turn in my seat in the front to see Johanna shrug, "Probably for a long time, but I have to leave next month for a wedding."

"Who's?" I can't think of anyone Johanna knows that might have a wedding. Annie is definitely not getting married any time soon, because of Finnick. So, it can't be her. Speaking of Annie I'll need Johanna to show me the pictures of her newborn son.

"No one you know," She lies with ease but she still can't fool me. Then it hits me. Of course, I think dryly, it would be them. My heart clenches with that familiar pain I've grown so accustomed to the last few years.

"It's Katniss and Peeta." I don't say it as a question, I state it as a fact.

"Yes," She sighs and rubs a hand over the side of her face.

"Should've seen that coming," I turn and face forward again to see The Landing come into view. All of the sudden I feel to hands on my shoulders trying to massage the tension out of them. I should've expected it, I really should have. What did I expect? That she would wait for me to come back? That she would invite me? Well, I probably wouldn't come anyway.

Knowing Katniss she probably didn't want to invite anyone, but Peeta convinced her to invite a small group of friends. And, knowing Katniss it will probably just be a bread toasting. A part of me cringes at the thought.

"Lighten up," I hear Christa say as she pats my shoulders once before pulling back. "Look we're here."

Jackson parks the car and I watch him get out quickly. He's been very quiet the whole car ride. He quickly goes over and opens Johanna's door for her and she grins.

"Thanks, Handsome." He smiles at her as she walks past him and to Christa who already entered the market. He stares for a moment before I snap my fingers several times to get his attention. He turns to face me and I give him a questioning look. He shrugs.

"I think I love her," Jackson blurts out as we walk not two steps.

I freeze and look at him before a laugh escapes me, "You just met her."

"She's perfect," He says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"You just met her," I repeat, slowly this time.

"So, you just met that girl from yesterday, and I can already tell you like her. What was her name again?" He asks as we walk into the market.

"Tia," I say automatically. He gives me a knowing look and I back track, "At least that's what I think it was. And I don't like her - well, I do, but not like that. You know what I mean."

Jackson gives me a knowing look and looks down, but I can see the smile on his face, "Yea, I know what you mean."

I narrow my eyes at him, but say nothing as we pass a stall where they're selling glass jewelry; another stall selling rolls of silk with swirling gold patterns embroidered in it. A group of performers dance in an empty space in between a counter that sells food and a stall that sells brightly colored liquids in vials.

"Where do you think they wandered off to now?" I ask Jackson as I scan the crowd looking for the two familiar faces he'd become accustomed too.

J points in to a large crowd surrounding a woman who is speaking loudly to the crowd. Johanna and Christa are looking on, skeptical expressions on their faces. We walk over to them, and Christa turns to us.

"Listen, to this." She gestures to the woman in the center of the crowd. Her skin is tanned, with long dark curls that fall to her waist. She wears a long blue dress that has beads and coins decorating the skirt. Rings glitter on her fingers and toes, and her hair is streaked with the same blue as her skirt. A tent draped in rich velvet is set up behind her.

"Inside the tent behind me is a girl with extraordinary gifts. My dear sister can see the beyond, and she can predict your future just by touching your hand! She knows your past, your present, and your future! She predicted the end of the 74th Hunger Games, and how the war would end!"

The woman takes out a cloth out of her shirt and holds it over her heart, "And now she would like to share this gift with you!" She smiles at the cheers of the crowd. I shake my head. People are so gullible.

"Yes, yes!" She calls back waving an arm out to the crowd. In the process she drops her piece of cloth, but doesn't seem to notice.

J bends down and picks it up, "You dropped this." He holds it out to her.

"Oh! Thank you so much, sir." She takes the cloth in his hand; the other hand is touching his cheek. Johanna and Christa seem to roll their eyes at the same time. "For your kindness you will be the first to see the psychic."

J grins, "Sure." The woman walks away, pleased and begins instructing people to line up to see the psychic for a small fee.

"Jackson, they're fakes. Why would you want to see them?" Christa asks sternly.

"I know, but that girl was hot. Plus, I want to see what it's all about." He replies, eyeing Johanna when she said she was hot. I sigh; his try to make her jealous tactic was not working by the look on Johanna's face.

"It's about you giving them money so they can tell you some nonsense," I tell him.

"Still it can't be that expensive. Come in with me Gale. It can be a bonding experience." I groan as he speaks.

"Come on Johanna let's go see the other stands." Christa ushers the other girl away.

"Looks like you're coming with me then." He tugs my arm toward the tent and the woman from earlier comes toward us.

"Hello, my friends. You two can come in first for twenty coins each." She puts her arms around us and leads us toward the tent. Jackson reaches into his pocket and pulls out forty before handing them to her.

"Don't worry, Gale, I'll cover you." He says cheerfully.

"Great," I mutter sarcastically. She leads us to the tent flap, and I eye the long line of awaiting customers.

"In you go boys. She will be with you in a minute." We walk into the tent that is covered in bright fabrics, and is slight hazy with a dark red smoke that smells strongly of cinnamon. A table sits in the middle three chairs sit around it.

"I can't believe we payed money for this," I grumble unenthusiastically.

"Don't worry. This'll be fun." He slaps me on the back, and I glare at him.

A hand and foot poke out from behind the curtain and then a woman, "Welcome bo – Oh, it's you."

"Porcelain?" It's out of my mouth before I can stop it. She's dressed similar to the day before, a long pink skirt with coins jingling on it, and a sleeveless white shirt. Her hair is streaked with light pink and the same bracelets from yesterday.

"Hey, long time no see, huh." She sits on one of the chairs surrounding the table.

"Hey, you're the girl from yesterday!" Jackson exclaims, realization hitting him.

"Yes, assuming the girl from yesterday was the one who was hit on by that creep in the bar then yes." She leans her head on her palm.

"So you're a psychic now?" I sit down on the seat across from her and J sits quickly down next to me.

She smiles more to herself than me – I mean us. "You guys don't seem to be believe." She waves a hand in the air.

"No, not really." I reply casually.

She leans over closer to us and says quietly, "Then I think I can trust you with my secret." She lowers her voice so only we'll be able to hear it, "I'm not a real psychic." She leans back and pulls out a cigarette from her pocket.

"Those are bad for you." J nods in the direction of the white stick in her hand.

"Not these. They've modified these things so much they're probably better for you than worse." She takes a deep drag off of it. "I could probably eat this and it'll lower my chance to have a heart attack."

"Really?"

"No," She laughs, and I feel the corner of my mouth quirk up.

"So if you're not a fortune teller what are you?" I ask, genuinely curious.

She freezes for a minute, but quickly recovers "The truth?" She blows smoke out in a perfect circle; I nod. "A con artist."

I raise my eyebrows before letting out a laugh, "So, what do you tell people when they come in here?"

"I make up stuff, but then I ask stuff like have you lost your watch recently?"

J's hand goes to his wrist where he usually where's his watch, his eyes widening slightly. "Hey my watch!"

She grins and pulls the watch out of what seems like nowhere. "Sapphire took it when you gave her handkerchief." She tosses him the watch, "Oh, and this stuff." She puts both our phones and money on the table. I reach to my back pocket and realize it's empty.

I begin to gather it off the table, "So, I'm guessing she's not your sister, either."

"Nope," She makes a popping sound on the P. "She's my… friend from before the rebellion. She takes stuff of people in line, tells me what she took and who she took it from. I tell them that I think a strange man took it from them blah blah blah."

"I see. Interesting," I reply.

"You're not going to turn me in, right military man?" She asks, dying the cigarette out.

There was a part of me that didn't condone what she was doing, and knew I should turn her in. It's the right thing to do. But, to be honest, I really didn't want to.

"Of course not," J says before I can open my mouth, and I actually surprised he hasn't been flirting this whole time. He must really like Johanna. Tia doesn't take her eyes off of me once she just cocks her head to one side and nods slightly.

I should look away.

I'm sure I should to look away.

I need to look away.

I can't look away.

There have been girls before. A lot of girls. Then there was Katniss, and only Katniss. And now? There's still Katniss, but it's different than before. Before, it was like it was me and Katniss in our woods hunting, and it was like we were the only two people on the planet. Now, It's like it's me and Katniss hunting, but for some strange, unexplained, reason Tia's there too, not hunting, but just laughing and dancing barefoot under the trees.

Jackson clears his throat and is glancing between the two of us with a very knowing smirk on his face. I clear my throat and run a hand my hair before standing up. "We should get going."

Jackson nods and stands up, "Yea, wouldn't want to keep your other customers away." As we make our way to the door a hand on my shoulder stops me, and I wonder how she can sneak up on me, even though no one else can.

"You guys should come back tomorrow night. There's going to be this big celebration thing they decided they're going to have every year in honor of the new Panem." She tells me – us. I'm very aware that her hand is still on my shoulder.

"Yea, we'll come, Porcelain." I reply with a nod. Jackson looks at me surprised.

She smiles, "Great. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

As we walk away from the tent in search of the other two girls Jackson keeps staring at me with that annoying smirk, "Don't like her like that, eh?"

"Shut up, Jackson."

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