"Fourteen?" I ask, curled up on Hadley's couch. "Why does there have to be fourteen districts? I don't want to head to an unknown district and wish the whole place good luck at the next Hunger Games!" Hadley crosses to me with a cup of hot chocolate. She passes it to me and sits down.

"Maybe they need more districts to make more goods." Hadley says, sipping her drink. "I mean, Panem has gone one hundred years with out the coal from District Twelve. They've also gone one hundred and seventy five years without the nuclear power. But, they need the scientific and heath research and medicine." I sip the hot drink, making sure it doesn't burn my tongue.

Hadley has lived up to her promise. She has gained weight since I left for the Games and her condition has gotten better. She doesn't wobble as much as she did years ago and she can sprint for a solid thirty seconds now. I can't see her ribs and she is stronger than my mother. That is a very good compliment for her.

When I returned from the Games, she still looked like she needed work on her weight. That was not the only reason I gave her my Victor Village's home. The Caldwell farm needed our hand in its work and we couldn't just abandon it because of my victory. Hadley's home was falling apart at the seams, and we gave her family the Victor's Village house. She still keeps telling me, 'I will repay you someday!'

She looks to the coffee table where she sets her drink down. "Besides, it could be a good thing for the country. We need more industries."

I sighed. I sipped my drink again, only for it to go back into the cup. The drink suddenly didn't taste too tasty. It tasted bland and non appetizing. The news about districts 12, 13, and 14 are too much for me. I put my cup on the coffee table and sighed again.

Hadley's newly painted nails touched mine. "Do you miss him?"

"Yes." I nodded. There was no doubt she was talking about my District One lover. I missed him more than there were stars in the night sky. I could barely make it to five months without him. Just two more weeks and I'll see him again.

"I should be going." I say, standing up. "Thanks for the drink and the talk. I'm going to take Loco for a ride."

"Don't worry about Quaid." She says, standing up with me. "He'll be here soon. Sooner than you think." She draws me in for a hug and I wrap my arms around my friend. When I release her, I walk out of her home. The snow started to stick to the ground and it coated the ground with snow. I mount Loco and run out of the Village.

I missed riding my horse. I let him gallop to his full speed and let the wind weave through my hair. This is something you can't find in the Capitol. On Loco's back, I was away from the Hunger Games, the Victory Tour, the Peacekeepers, and everything that bothered me. The news about the new districts seemed to leave my mind at this point. I kept riding my caramel colored horse.

I rode to the Blue Bar and parked him outside. I dismounted and hitched him to the hitching post. Amos, the owner of the bar, made it just for me. I believe he said, 'Anything for the gem of District Ten.'

I walked in, a bell ringing above my head. Amos turned his head, his brown hair swishing. His blue eyes lit up and moved towards me. "There she is. First drink is on the house. What would you like?" He moved to the drink making station and I followed.

"Stone Oil, please." I say, watching him mix the drink. Ice, a pink liquid and strawberries make up the drink. A fudge topping makes up the 'oil' part. He handed me my drink and tipped his hat to me. Amos always wore a black top hat and tipped it at every lady customer. I didn't mind at all. He's a really nice guy.

I sipped my Stone Oil, letting the strawberries cool the heat rising in my chest. No one else in District 10, maybe every district in Panem, knows about 12, 13, and 14. I can't exactly voice my opinion here. I'd probably cause an uprising. I do not need that right now.

As I was finishing the fudge off, the bell rung above the door. I turned to the door and I saw Irving. I haven't seen him since I returned home. He looked like he was off duty; his helmet was off and I could see his face. His dark eyes surveyed the bar and stopped on me. He walked over and sat in the stool next to me.

"Hello, Jada. It seems like you are more noticed because of your victory." He says, ordering an alcoholic drink.

"Yeah." I reply. "It happens."

Irving sipped his drink and looked at me. "Too much publicity could be bad, you know? Like poor Dane. He's such a heavy drinker now. I don't want you following his footsteps."

"I won't. I can't afford to get drunk when I work on a farm." I held my tongue so I won't say anything I regretted.

"Wise girl." He sucked down the rest of the drink. He tapped my knee. "Come with me."

I rolled my eyes and followed the head Peacekeeper. I don't know where he was taking me, but I had to follow him. He walked up the main street and made a left. The two buildings that were there was the butcher's and his shed supplied with meat. Irving opened the shed's door and led me inside.

The whole shed smelt like fresh cut meat. It makes me upset, knowing that the meat used to be my cows. I walked toward Irving, hoping he would explain to me why we are here. The butcher doesn't like people anywhere on his property unless it is me delivering a cow.

Irving slammed me against the wall, his hands on my wrists. The whisky he drank was on his breath, making me uneasy. "You're such a sweet girl. I don't want that District One boy to ruin it."

"His name is Quaid!" I yell back. "He won't do anything to hurt me."

"Sure. His boy instinct will take over and you might wind up pregnant." My feet kicked the floorboards and I wanted the butcher to walk in right now. "You know, you should have killed him in the arena. He is such a hazard to you." His lips touched my throat and my eyes widened. Some one help me! Some one help me!

Boy instincts? Irving is worried about Quaid's instincts while Irving is showing off his on me. He's never been so aggressive with anyone but criminals. His grip tightened on my wrists, forming bruises. I kept kicking the floorboards and I kicked his knees. "Let me go!" I squeal.

The door cracked open and a head popped in. In the dim light, I saw golden hair and emerald eyes. "Let her go!" says the voice. I know that voice anywhere. Quaid ran to my aid, pulling Irving off of me. I threw my arms around him.

"What are you doing here, kid?" Irving is lying on the ground, recovering from the pain when he hit the ground.

"What does it look like?" he asks. "I'm here for her. And if you ever come near her again, I won't be hesitant with my knowledge from the arena." Quaid leads me out of the butcher shed and out in the chilly air.

"Why are you here so early?" I ask the burning question.

"I can't stay away from you." He replies, holding my face in his hands. "Even in District One, the only thing I could think about is you." His lips meet mine and we stay locked in a passionate kiss. My lover is back. How could anything go wrong now?

A/N: Thank you for reading the sequel. I am taking a week vacation and I won't be anywhere near a computer to write more chapters. While I'm gone, please leave some ideas. I would love to hear them. Read and review on, guys! :)