Alrighty, first off, you guys are terrible. I said this was gonna be a oneshot and y'all begged and I GAVE IN. Man. Second, I read back through the first chapter and realized how many typos there were. I'm very embarassed. I'm not dumb and I can spell, but it was really late when I wrote this. Forgive me. Okay, third. I'm addressing some reviewers who shall remain nameless. More than one person thought that Peeta was being OOC and he was mean and was only wanting Katniss so Gale couldn't have her. I know 1st person usually isn't my style- this was a challenge for me- but it's from Gale's point of view. Everything Peeta does is going to seem mean. They're enemies. And, yes, with the punching Peeta in the stomach thing, he was showing off. I couldn't just let Peeta sit back and wait for the reapings to win Katniss's heart! Peeta's a man, gosh darnit!
I tried to make it seem like Peeta was being mean because this was from Gale's point of view. In regular point of view, Peeta is sweet and shy and dedicated and shy and we love him. *heart*
So, I thought I would get that out of the way. I hope this chapter pleases- don't expect too many more! Loverz you all!
Today's song is In My Head by Jason Derulo. Good song.

Here goes! X3

I walked in the school and groaned. I had gym class first thing this morning.

With Peeta.

Maybe today wouldn't be so bad. I couldn't help thinking about what could've happened at his house last night. Would Katniss really... do that? With him, especially? Ugh. Sickening thought.

We probably wouldn't be doing anything very physical- yesterday at the wrestling match was all anyone was talking about. When they saw me walk by in the narrow hallway they stopped, but they started talking again when I left. The deal was we were supposed to report to homeroom for attendance and then wait there for twenty minutes to make sure everyone was there. Late kids and things like that. Then they gave us five minutes to get to whatever class we needed to be in and be ready for that class. I hate school.

I went to the history teacher's, who was also my homeroom teacher, room and sat down. In about five minutes he would check attendance and give us a paper to work on until the first class started. He smiled at me and I raised my eyebrows. He motioned for me to go to his desk. Oh, God. My desk groaned when I stood up, and I braced my palms on his table. "Yes, sir?" I asked. He smiled at me over his glasses. "I'm proud that you apologized to Peeta, Gale. It takes a man to do that." He gave a slight smile again and went back to his papers.

I stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was dehydrated or something. Was he seeing things? I haven't said one nice word to Peeta! Ever! I squinted for a few more seconds and went back to my seat. I saw Peeta come in the room, and he smiled at me. His nose was a little bruised. Probably thought it made him look tough. I stared at him, trying to look bored so he couldn't tell I wanted to strangle him.

First he's stealing Katniss, now he's being nice to me? What is this? I'll tell you what this is! This is war! This is I get Katniss or he gets Katniss! And he won't get Katniss, because I'll get Katniss! I tried to work out in my head how I would tell him this once he could breathe again.

Peeta sat down in his seat behind me and I kept wishing I sat behind him so I could pretend to stab him for twenty minutes. That would be nice. The teacher clapped his hands once and grabbed a clipboard. He read off a bunch of names and then said "Gale Hawthorne." I didn't notice him- I was busy imagining whether or not Peeta would scream if I kicked him down there. "Gale?" the teacher asked. He leaned around Peeta and waved his hand. "Gale?" he said. I said through clenched teeth, "Here." It came out more like, "Her," and I could see the muscles in Peeta's jaw tighten. He was smiling.

The teacher read off a few more names and then said Peeta's. He repsonded too happily, "Here!" and I wanted to punch him again. The teacher finished with the last few people and then gave everyone in the first seat of each column of desks a stack of papers to pass back. Peeta held the papers over his shoulder, already started on his worksheet, and I ripped the stack away too hard. Peeta chuckled again and I snapped the tip off my pencil with my thumb. I held my pencil up in the air and got up to sharpen it. When I sat back down there were only five minutes left until gym started. Finally.

I tried to answer a few questions and not gag over Peeta's cologne. It wasn't that he was wearing too much- it actually smelled very nice, even though I hate him, but it was just the fact that he was wearing it. He smelled... musky. Girls loved musk. Darnit.

The bell rang and I shoved everything inot my bag without putting anything away. I slung it over my shoulder and speed walked to the gym and down to the locker rooms. Peeta came down soon after me. He opened his locker, which, unfortunately, was too close to mine, and pulled his shirt off. Stupid abs.

"So, how was Katniss?" I asked, putting as much venom in my tone as I could. The other boys stopped pulling their shorts on to gape at Peeta. His mouth fell open. "What?" he asked after a few seconds. I glared and pulled my mouth into a sneer. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm sure you can't wait to give us all the details. How was she?" Peeta glared back at me and tied the laces on his right shoe. "We didn't do that," he said rather quietly. I stood watching him. The other boys were still watching us. Let them.

Peeta put his foot down on the ground and pulled his tank top back on. His biceps were there, but not obnoxiously huge. Girls loved muscles. Darnit.

I smiled and leaned in to him. "When's the baby due?" His eyes widened in outrage and he balled his fists, but he was too smart to punch me. I don't know why I was instigating. I just did. He didn't deserve Katniss! Peeta turned and went up the stairs and the few boys who were still down her gawked. I glared at them, pulled my shirt on, and went up the stairs.

There were braided nylon ropes strung out across the gym, and the teacher instructed us to get in teams of six and put each team on either side of the rope. Naturally, Peeta and I were on opposite teams.

They were making us play volleyball. The girls' class, which was outside today, was probably doing something manly, like football or basketball, and we were stuck with volleyball. Oh well.

The gym teachers went over the basic rules and filled us in on how we were supposed to stand, rotations, and how you were supposed to hit the ball. Headshots took a point from your team and added one to theirs. Spiking was allowed. Excellent.

We lined up with three people in front; two on the net and one in the middle. Two people in the corners and one in the back middle. I was on the net on the right, and Peeta was in the front middle. Our team started with the ball. Felix O'Hara served the ball behind me and Laru Zane bumped it back over the net. Then Avery Fischer set it toward the middle and Peeta jumped up and spiked it at the floor on our side of the net. I had dived fo it, but it was too late. I jumped up, humiliated, as hive fives went around the other team. We rotated and it was my turn to set now.

I balanced the ball on my hand, steadied it, and threw it straight up in the air. I stepped into the ball and smacked it over the net with my open hand. My palm smarted. Peeta bumped it back over immediately, and I jumped to set it to the guy on my team who was now in the middle. He set it straight up and Avery spiked it down toward the floor on the other side of the net. I thought, Yes! We finally got a spike!

But I was wrong.

Peeta dove to the left, dropped to his knees, and bumped the ball back up from the floor. A guy named Reid set it to the person directly in front-middle, and he spiked it into the floor on our side. It was unanimous as my entire team growled, "Their team is stacked!" and "This isn't fair!" I glared at Peeta, but he avoided my eyes.

The gym teacher stepped in and said, "Fine. Avery and Laru, trade places." My team shrugged and made room for our new player. I stepped to the right and waited for the other team to serve. The ball went way back and I set it forward so we could spike it down. Peeta smacked it down with his palm and I expected it to bounce off the floor again, but our new teammate fell to his knees and bumped the ball up. Avery smacked the ball back. Now we were in a spiking war. I ran in front of whoever was in front of me and whalloped the ball, sending it speeding right into Peeta's face.

The impact snappd his neck back, and after shock registered on his face, he grabbed his nose. Two hits in two days. Ouch. I smiled at first, because Peeta looked close to tears, but then my expression fell because our team had just lost the only point we had. The teacher blew the whistle and went up to Peeta. He tilted his head back and pinched his nose, then yelled for someone to get him some tissue. Peeta was such an easy bleeder.

The second coach told us to go get changed, so we did. We had been sent down a few minutes early, so we had extra time down in the locker room. Peeta cae down again, wiping his face with a wet towel. "Hit me one more time and you'll break my nose. Then I'll break your spine," Peeta warned, shoving a finger in my chest. He walked away to rinse out his mouth. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag, heading upstairs.

I caught up with Peeta and said, "Earlier coach said he was proud of me for apologizing to you. What did he mean?" I said. Peeta gave me a look. "You're talking to me nicely now?" he asked. His voice was nasally- he had his nose pinched shut. I said without looking away from him, "Katniss is watching." And she was. The girls had come in to change back into their regular clothes. They had been playing basketball. Katniss and Madge slowly walked past us. Katniss eyed Peeta's nose but didn't shout or come over. Peeta shrugged, rummaging in his bag. "I told him you did," he said simply. I squinted. "Why?" Peeta shrugged again and pulled out a pencil, holding it between his teeth. His nose had stopped bleeding, but he kept tissues in hand anyway. He pulled out a heavy book- math, it looked like, then turned on his heel and walked away.

First he wins wrestling, shows off his dumb abs, beats me into the ground at volleyball, and then makes me look good?

This really was war.

Okay, short chapter. I wasn't even planning on continuing, so be grateful. *squints* Aw, I can't stay mad at you guys. Well, guess what just happened. No, you have to guess. Okay, I'll tell you. I just got my I Heart Peeta t-shirt in the mail! I got, well, my daddy paid for it, it for the movie release. I'm freaking out you guys! I don't have high speed internet which means I can't watch new trailers and clips, so I'm really sad. Don't tell me what happens, though! This will just be a bigger surprise! =) Love you all. I'm tired. Nighty night :/