Chapter two-
Gale stares to me, his eyes glaring at me and Peeta's entwined hands. He appears to have went slightly pink in the face. "Hello, Katniss…" Gale speaks in a emotional state.
"Eh, hello Gale?" I say back, my face emotionless as I realise how fractured and brittle the little of what friendship we have left is. He glares to me. "Are you well, or are you well?" he asks, not looking at me but glaring to Peeta.
"I'm fine, thanks… and Peeta is too, thanks for asking. And you?" I'd feel slight anger build up in me as I look at Gale, his eye's would shoot to my hand. On my hand, on my wedding finger would be a gold ring with a stunning set of crystals and Safire's. Peeta had proposed to me two weeks ago, and I'd said yes straight away. I was dreading this moment for the whole or the two weeks. "You're getting married?" Gale yells at me, he'd walk up to me "Well are you? When were you planning on tell me?"
"I was going to tell you, I just thought you were going through tough time." I yelled back, just then Gale thrusts me back, taking a swipe at Peeta's face. Peeta reflexes, automatically spinning round knocking Gale to his feet. I can't bare to watch, the boy with the bread who I love all so much and Gale who also once meant so much to me, but has now has faded away, the two of them fighting. Suddenly the whole of District 12 goes blurry, my typical grey seam eyes focus on the fight. Beads of sweat break out on Peeta and Gales foreheads. Peeta still seems to be winning this fight, even though he lacks the extra height Gale has. Peeta has always been more built up than Gale, but I thought Gale's height might help him in any conflicts the two have. Now I realise, Gale's dramatic weight loss. His cheekbones stand out harsh on his pale, low set cheeks. His elbows being wider than his upper arms, visible through his V-neck t-shirt.
Gales starving… I know it. I still bring Hazelle game? Maybe not as often as I want to, but it's hard. Me and Gale not talking, Hazelle now seems to always be nursing Posy, she caught an awful bug. Something tropical that came across from another district, now that we can travel between them. She's incredibly sick, Hazelle took her to my Mother once, they travelled all the way to District 13, but Posy's condition is critical and my Mother says she deteriorating in and out. So I rarely see Hazelle to bring here game. But Gale still has Sunday off, he could get extra game then?
The fight seems to go on for ages and I worry more and more about Gales condition, two men come out, a fairly young coal mine worker and another around forty. They split them up.
When me and Peeta reach home I sit him down on the kitchen bench, I walk to the cupboard and get the first aid kit. Gales completely left my head now I am assisting Peeta. Inside there would be a tight role of bandages, a pack of numerous plasters, antiseptics and some of my Mothers herbal remedies. I take out an antiseptic wipe and clean two cuts from a zip on Gale's jacket that go across Peeta's forehead. He winces as I wipe away the blood. I then smear a healing cream on top with one hand, while the other Peeta holds tightly in both of his on his leg.
Peeta laughs, "Katniss, you worry too much, there are just grazes"
"Peeta, they are really deep. They could get infected!" I'd imagine if they did, I'd probably get on the train straight to District 13 and shove him in a room with my Mother, until she mad his forehead flawless.
"For god sake Katniss, I'm fine." He's push my hand away from his and bring his full, smooth lips to mine. His hands placed on my back we'd kiss passionately, I'd run my hands through his hair.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. I'd laugh a little after parting with Peeta before going to the door. When I open the door, my smile fades slightly. Standing there is my Mother.
"Mum, what the hell?" I stammer.
"Hello." She says. I hug her, she holds me tightly.
"What are you doing here?" I'd tear up slightly, I didn't realise how much I'd missed my Mother these past months.
"Well, Peeta let me into a little secret about you two being engaged so I though I'd pay you a visit." She smiles.
Peeta would walk up behind me now, placing his hand on my shoulder. They'd both exchange a look now which I know means something is wrong, and it's defiantly nothing to do with the wedding, but I pretend I don't notice.
I lay in bed, what is wrong? What has my Mother and Peeta discussed which I couldn't know about? I knew I wouldn't sleep tonight, I just burry my head into Peeta's chest and hope for the best.