Author's Note: This chapter is kind of to show you how I very much wanted Haymitch to stay a father figure to Katniss, seeing as, in this story her Dad died in a car crash. As always, enjoy!

Chapter Two

Katniss POV

"She's totally doing him," Johanna commented.

I wrinkled my nose. "You're disgusting," I said. "She's married."

"So?"

We were leaning against the lockers, staring at Mr Abernathy, the smelly history teacher talking avidly to Mrs Trinkett, the glamourous head-teacher at Panem High. I'd known Haymitch since I was a little girl as an old family friend. I respected him, but just watching him flirt with the tart was enough to bring bile rising at the back of my throat. I swallowed deeply as I saw Trinkett giggling to every word that he said, twiddling a curl from her locks distractedly.

Johanna slammed her locker. "This is disgusting, I'm out."

"Wait!" I gasped, grabbing her arm. I sighed dreamily. "Look at them."

She followed my look past Haymitch and the tart and we stared at the sight of Clove, holding hands and gazing into Cato Adams' big blue eyes. Their heads were together, noses rubbing and seemed to be whispering sweet words to each other.

Johanna rolled her eyes. "Couples," she muttered. "Couples everywhere . . ."

I smiled as she wondered off down the corridor, pointedly making a face at Clove as she strolled past.

I sighed and turned to my own locker. I'd decorated it with memorial pictures, like a giant scrapbook. My favourite was the picture of me and Peeta, standing. His arms were wrapped around my waist from behind and my mouth was hung open in laughter as Peeta kissed my cheek. Gale and Annie were stood to our right, Gale tipping his girlfriend like a bride and leaning in like he wanted to kiss her. To our left, Clove and Cato standing hand in hand, side by side. Clove looked up at him with her free hand on his muscular arm, Cato's mysterious eyes gazing down at her.

Cato and Clove had always been on and off due to Cato's bad reputation. Clove still believed that Cato was the father of Glimmer's baby, not matter how many times he'd tried to reassure her. This had caused their relationship to become bumpy, but somehow or other, they'd always pulled through. Still, I didn't reckon Cato much.

I hastily picked up my science book, my eyes flickering sadly to the framed photo I had of myself and Prim tucked away in my locker. I growled at myself and shoved my makeup bag in front of it.

"Katniss! I've been looking for you."

I closed my locker. "That's not what it looked like. I mean, it seemed like you were having a pretty good time over there with Trinkett," I said, turning around to face Haymitch.

"That's Mrs Trinkett to you," Haymitch muttered, flushing red. He was close enough to smell the alcohol in his breath. "You know, pictures aren't exactly going to help. How about trying to visit the real thing?"

My eyes narrowed. "You spied on me."

"Oh, please," he snorted. "You can see that picture from a mile away, sweetheart." His tone softened when he saw my face crumple. "If you really want, I could talk to your mother. Tell her this wasn't your fault."

"That's the problem, Haymitch, this is my fault!" I groaned. "I got myself into this mess, I should be the one to get myself out of it."

He grabbed my arm firmly before I could walk off. "Listen to me, sweetheart," he growled. "You can't do this by yourself."

"I'm not alone," I told him. "I have Peeta- ow! Haymitch, you're hurting me."

He sighed and released my arm reluctantly. "Sorry." He brushed a lock of my hair aside which had somehow managed to fall out of my makeshift ponytail. "Word of advice, kid. If you don't want to show, you might want to start wearing more appropriate clothing."

I glanced down at myself. It was easy to notice the prominent bump underneath my grey v-neck. I'd only managed to chuck in a suitcase full of clothes before I'd been kicked out of my house. I'd borrowed Johanna's leggings which had fashionable rips from the thigh to the ankle which went nicely with my boots, but this tight clothing screamed 'I'm pregnant'.

"Shit," I mumbled, opening my locker again.

"Mind your language, sweetheart," Haymitch warned as I pulled out my huge green jumper and slipped it on. It fell past my thighs and my bump was reduced by a considerable amount.

"Better?" I asked, smoothing it out and shutting my locker. He didn't say anything, but nodded gently.

The bell rung, indicating first class was starting. "See you later, sweetheart. You want me to drive you home?"

"Not tonight. Me and Gale were going to get a pizza."

Haymitch shrugged and turned as though he was about to leave before something struck his mind. "History report?" he asked, hopefully.

I closed my eyes and hung my head back. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just-"

"It's okay, I get it. You're just lucky you get special attention."

I frowned. "Yeah, well, I never said I wanted it." We paused as he stared apologetically at me. "Next week, for sure," I assured him.

"You're not getting off that easily," Haymitch said. "On my desk by tomorrow morning."

I sighed as he wondered off down the corridor. Realizing I was standing alone in the corridor, I turned to leave for science. And that was when I felt a cool hand on my shoulder.