Author's Note: Hey guys and gals so since the first chapter seems to have been approved of (massive thanks to everyone who's already reviewed or subscribed or favorited you guys are the best!) and so therefore chapter two seems the best way to continue, seeing as that's how numbers work and all… Anyways back to the madness.

I'll Let You Know When It Excites Me

Gales POV

"I call dibs on the back seats!" Johanna yelled from a good distance back. Bring it on, I thought to myself. She was good with a javelin but there was no way that was going to help her here. I scooped up Prim and placed her gently behind me, she giggled slightly. She was so easily amused it even made me smile. And there were few things that could do that; another one of the main ones was getting the best of Johanna.

I quickly made my way to the back and lay along the back seats, my tall figure easily taking up the seats that could of otherwise held five people.

"You dick Hawthorn," she moaned upon seeing me. I simply grinned idiotically at her, knowing it would annoy her more than anything else I could say.

"Thanks for saving me the seat buddy," Cato appeared and swept my feet off the end of the seats, I budged up to give him plenty of room and to annoy Johanna further.

"No problem, see since you asked me so nicely to save them rather than just demanding that they were yours I simply couldn't refuse your request," I made sure to hold Johanna's furious gaze as I spoke. She was like some kind of wild animal sometimes; show any weakness and she'd instantly pounce on you.

"Well since manners cost nothing I figured it was the right thing to do," Cato flashed Johanna one of his smiles, the smile that could get any other girl on the planet to do whatever he wanted; hell I'd even seen the demon that is Clove falling for it. Not that it had ever worked on Johanna.

"Quit acting like you're gentlemen and move over already," she moaned, crossing her arms over her chest like it would make a difference. It did, but not in the way she'd hoped.

"Quit acting like you'd want us to be gentlemen and we'll consider it," Cato retorted and I broke my gaze away from Johanna's… assets.

"Fine, I'll just have to make you move," she grumbled. Sometimes I wondered why she bothered, it's not like she ever really achieved anything by taking on Cato and me. She grabbed onto both of my legs and tried to move them, with no success. Eventually giving up on me she tried with Cato, his legs didn't buckle the slightest with all her efforts.

"Johanna just sit somewhere else already," Katniss moaned at her. She was one of the few people who could get away with doing such a thing to Johanna; I would've been lucky to get away with a slap for such a comment.

"Where's the challenge in that?" she pouted slightly. Even at the mention of the word challenge Cato seemed more interested, God the boy was predictable. Johanna's eyes lit up like a child's who'd just noticed an ice-cream truck. She threw herself down onto Cato's abdomen, clearly with the intention of using him as a seat.

"Fuck sake Johanna do you eat anything?" Cato said playfully pushing her off him before rubbing the spot where she'd landed.

"Johanna Mason sit your bony butt down now!" Coach Finnick's voice echoed down the bus. Sometimes it was easy to forget that him and Johanna were related; he was just a big kid and she was just out to get the world.

"Aww but Uncle Finnick," she moaned in her best kid voice. She knew the cause was lost though; he wasn't scared of her like some of the others were.

"Sit down or I tell the whole bus about what happened at Aunty Mag's Christmas party," he threatened. Suddenly the rest of the bus was interested, except Johanna for some reason. She simply gave him one of her looks, a look that said do-you-really-want-to-go-there-with-me?

"I'll see you that story and raise you Aunty Annie's birthday," anyone who hadn't been interested before was now leaning into the aisle to get a better view of the show. Finnick just shook his head and sat down, Johanna quickly followed suite choosing to settle herself next to Clove.

Katniss' POV

"So, care to explain what happened at dear old Aunty Mag's Christmas party?" I asked, spinning round in my seat to get the best view as the story was told.

"Nothing to tell, it's just something me and my dear old uncle do to torment each other," Johanna sighed over dramatically and wiggled in her seat. "God could they of made these things any less comfy?" she moaned.

"Here's an idea, you could always try moving," Clove moaned, being pushed closer and closer to the window.

"Plenty of room here bony butt," Gale commented and winked at her as he patted his inner thigh.

"I'd rather sit on a chair of broken glass," Johanna muttered, causing Gale to get that look. It was a look that I'd grown overly familiar with. The look on his face would say he was joking and had been all along, but his eyes couldn't hide the slight disappointment.

I turned around then and sighed. I extended my legs over the two seats I'd managed to grab. I pulled out the book from my bag and opened it on what I hoped was the right page.

"Noughts and Crosses, not bad," the voice came from in front of me. I looked up and into the blue eyes of the Mellark kid. They were nice eyes, where I always got the feeling Cato's were lying to me his seemed like they couldn't hide anything if they tried.

"It's alright I guess," I replied, kind of glad someone else had read it.

"If you think it's just alright then you're not far enough into it yet," he observed, smiling at me slightly. He seemed nice enough, but I hated anything that distracted me from reading for too long.

"Well I'll let you know when it excites me more," I promised watching as he tried unsuccessfully to contain his smile.

"I look forward to it," he replied spinning back round. Boys were too easily entertained.

Haymitch's POV

"Remind me again why this was a good idea?" I asked Finnick. I didn't mind his company; it was just his crazy ideas that I usually had to clean up after. Like putting balloons in the hall for Principle Cinna's birthday celebration forgetting he is highly allergic to the damned things.

"Don't dump this on me, I'm just as confused by this as you are," he sighed pulling out is phone.

"How's Annie doing?" I ask, fishing in my own pocket for something far more interesting than a phone.

"She's good. Only a month to go now and we'll have our son," he couldn't keep the pride out of his voice. I couldn't say I blamed him, as far as couples went it was impossible to flaw him and Annie. "Drinking already Abernathy?" he raised an eyebrow at me.

"I doubt I'm the only one," I said indicating towards the giggling cheerleaders.

"I'll deal with it," he grumbled starting to pull himself up off the seat.

"Aww come on Odair, don't ruin their fun."

"We're responsible for them."

"Alright then, don't ruin my fun."

"You can't seriously tell me you want to be dealing with a bunch of drunk teenagers?"

"No I simply want to see how alcohol affects the younger minds. You can't deny your curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Then the cat died nobly."

"Fine but this is on your head."

I simply raised my hip flask at him and then began drinking. The week would be interesting to say the least.