Sorry for the long wait guys, I had this chapter almost finished two weeks ago but my brother decide to take the charger (we have to share : ) anhe d whenever I actually had a chance to get on the laptop he was using it and I was reallllyyyy busy...Anyways, thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

First meetings

Katniss was flying, flying so high. The room around her spun as she danced to the song blasting out of all the surrounding speakers. The bright strobe lights flashed all around her, the colours blurring into a continuous haze, but she liked it . She felt so free, so perfect, so alive, she couldn't get enough of this feeling.

As she spun by herself, she felt a hand grab hold of her arm and saw a rather good looking guy looking at her with a smile on his face. "Do you want a drink?" He questioned.

Katniss just smiled and nodded "Vodka and coke please." She giggled, the sound dancing around in her head like bells and fairies and all things nice and pretty.

"I'll be back soon." The handsome stranger replied walking away, leaving Katniss on her own in her stoned state once again. He wasn't gone for long though, very soon he was back with Katniss's drink, but she took one sip of it before looking at him with a confused expression.

"Where's the vodka?" She complained, this was a completely non-alcoholic drink, she could tell that even in her drugged up haze.

"I thought you'd had enough already tonight." The handsome stranger smiled, sipping his own drink, much to her annoyance.

"I never have enough." Katniss sighed, turning away from the man, but spinning back around quickly as he grabbed her arm again, "Let go, or I'll pour this over your head!" She spat, holding up the plain coke to show she meant it.

"Come on, no need for that, I just want to talk to you." He replied, still with that ever present, slightly annoying grin on his face.

"Yeah right," Katniss scoffed, "No guy ever just wants to talk. I think I've had enough experience in that department."

The guy let out a laugh before saying, "Well you obviously haven't met a proper man yet."

Pulling her arm out of the man's grasp Katniss said, "If you find one be sure to tell me, yeah?" Before starting to walk away, but the sound of the strangers voice caused her to turn around and see him with his arm outstretched.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, I'm Gale, Gale Hawthorne."

The next morning Katniss woke up with a banging in her head, but it wasn't half as painful as usual, and to her surprise, she actually had her clothes on for once.

She wasn't at home though, she was laying on someones sofa with a duvet over the top of her, but who's was it? And that's when she remembered, Gale Hawthorne, the guy she had met in the club with the intention of one night of passion which had turned into talking, a lot of talking, but what exactly had she said? That's what she wanted to know.

It wasn't too long before she found out either, as just a few moments after she woke up Gale walked into the room holding a cup of water and some tablets, which she took gratefully.

"What time is it?" She groaned as she sat up, placing the glass of water down on the table next to her with a sigh.

"It's half 8." Gale replied, glancing at his watch, "But don't worry, I've called Mr Mellark at the bakery and told him you'll be a little bit late. He said it was fine because his nephew was coming to start work with him today."

"Oh, okay," Katniss spoke, "But how did you know I worked at the bakery?"

"You told me, last night." Gale answered with a smile on his face, "We came back to mine, listened to some musci and talked till you feel asleep at about 4."

As he said this some of the memories started finding their way back into Katniss's head, they weren't particularly clear, but at least she was remembering something. "How much did I actually tell you?" Was Katniss's next question, she needed to know exactly how much Gale knew about her depressing life.

"Everything, well you said it was everything anyway." Gale replied, not going into anymore detail, as he was sure Katniss would not want him to do so. She had only told him the amount she had because of the alchohol and drugs that were contaminating her body, he knew, even though he had only just met her, that Katniss would not of told him if she was sober, he wasn't sure why, he just knew.

Katniss just let out a sigh before turning her attention to her hands, she didn't want to look at Gale and see the expression of pity he was sure to have on his face, the expression the few people she had told wore after she had told her story and everytime they saw her, she hated it.

It turned out Gale lived only about ten minutes from Katniss, and he, being the 'charming gentleman', as he put it, he was, walked her back to her grotty little flat before they exchanged phone numbers, saying they would talk later.

Katniss had a shower before changing into her work clothes, just some black leggings and a black top, which would be covered by the Mellark Bakery apron when she arrived at what she decided would be about 11 o'clock. She applied her signature smokey black eye make up before packing her swimming things into a bag, slinging it over her shoulder and starting the half hour walk to the bakery.

Mr Mellark was a nice man and a good boss, he was always fair and would give Katniss time off if she ever asked, which she had only done on about 2 occasions, not counting today. He had said something about his nephew, that he was a nice, quiet boy who had been cooking since he could walk. He was the same age as her, but probably had some qualifications as he had come for a gap year after finishing school. Other than that she knew nothing about her new workmate, she didn't even know his name. Part of her couldn't care less about this boy, but the other part of her was intrigued, and she wanted to know more. She couldn't tell why she wanted to know more, she never usually did when she met new people, maybe it was because of Gale, and the discovery that maybe everyone wasn't bad and only looking for one thing from her, but who knew.

She soon arrived at the small, but popular, buliding on the outskirts of town. She entered the door, nodding at Mr Mellark as she passed the counter and abandoned her belongings in the back room before grabbing one of the sky blue aprons of the hangers and tying it around her waist.

She returned to the counter, askign Mr Mellark where he wanted her, which was on the counter serving the customers. She stayed there for hours, serving a continuous trail of people asking for all different kinds of bread and cakes.

She didn't catch a glimpse of the new boy until two hours after she had started her shift, but she had to admit she was impressed by what she saw. He came out of the ktichen carrying two trays of cheese buns, which just happened to be her favourite item the bakery sold, and his muscles clearly showed under his black shirt. He had flour in his blonde hair, and his blue eyes seemed deep and kind, with a mysterious aspect to them. Katniss found herself staring as he leant over to place the buns on display before turnign to her and sending her a dazzling smile.

Their eyes connected for a moment before he had to rush back to the kitchen, but she couldn't explain the feeling that had arisen in the pit of her stomach, it was strange, but she knew one thing for sure, she wanted to get to know Mr Mellark's nephew.

Waahh, hope there's not too many mistakes, I di dread it through but knowing me I missed something. Please review thanks :) :P