Well sorry for the wait! I went to Colorado this weekend and just lost track of time!

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Chapter 2: Gale Hawthorne

I walked down the hallway looking for the check in sign when I heard a conversation between what sounded like Clove and Cato.

"Do you like him," the voice sounded like it belonged to Clove, "Peeta I mean." They were having a conversation about me? I didn't want to eavesdrop, but I had the right to know. Or at least that's what I kept trying to convince myself.

"I don't know. He's different than any guy I've met. He's probably straight anyway, so I can't do anything about that." That must've been Cato.

He thinks I'm straight? Well that's, reassuring? While I was listening I was checking off a list I mentally made. The title was, How to date Cato. He's gay, check. He's into me, check. I'm into him, double check! Should I come out of the closet to him, or should I wait a few days so I don't seem desperate?

In the middle of my inner conflicts, I guess I was making some kind of noise, because here standing in from of me is none other than Clove. Oh shit.

"Cato, I think someone was eavesdropping on our conversation." She was smirking the entire time she was talking, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Cato was smirking too.

"Hey, how much did you hear?" I needed to think of a lie. I can't let him know that I was eaves- oh wait, shit, they knew that already. Well, I guess the truth can't hurt much now.

"N-not much. Just that-"I was suddenly stopped. That's been happening more and more frequently since I've met Cato and his group.

"Just the fact that I pretty much just confessed to liking you?" How could he say that with such a straight face? He has that cocky grin plastered on his face and I know that what's coming next is something that's going to bring the scarlet shade of red to my face.

"And judging by the look on your face, you must like me too, huh?" Oh gosh. What am I supposed to say, 'No I don't have a huge crush on you like you think I do?' I was standing looking like a retard who was stuttering for words. So instead of speaking, I just bow my head, but not before I gave a slight nod.

"Told you it would work Cato, I know Glim to well. I'll let you love birds talk things through." I'm assuming that 'Glim' is Glimmer. Wait, so she knew I would be sent in here? And she knew I would be listening to their conversation? Well, note to self, Clove can be a sneaky conniving mastermind.

"I'll give you props on that, well I'll talk to you later then. Don't forget to visit your roommates." Well it seemed like they have a pretty good sibling relationship the way he watches out for her. "So what did you need Peeta?" I swear his smile could kill a person.

"Glimmer told me to come ask you for my school uniform." I could already tell that he knew it was an excuse, what else would he be smirking so proudly for?

"Leave it to Glimmer to try and set me up with someone. Wait here; I'll go get your uniform." He hastily left and I let out a huge sigh. I must have been holding that in for quite some time now, considering I was out of breath.

"Are you a small, medium, or large?" I looked up and down my body, and teasingly eyed him. "Small it is then, "he said chuckling and smiling.

When Cato came back, he had in his hand my 'uniform.' "This is a vest," I said accusingly.

"You don't actually get an entire uniform; it's really just a vest for orientation. Do you have a white shirt to put on underneath this?" I mentally face palmed myself, how could I not remember to bring a plain white shirt?

"I'm guessing you don't. Here, come with me, I can lend you one. You can see our room for the first time." Oh well, I can't wait to see the room.

We made our way to my soon to be dorm room. Cato told me that it was the biggest and overall best dorm. I wanted to retort that it was because his father was the headmaster, but decided not to anger the boy with such a prejudice remark about him.

"Did I give you a key yet?" My mouth decide to stay shut and not let me speak still ,so I just shook my head to signal a 'no.' "Here, you can have mine, I'll get a copy later on. Go ahead and open the door." I took the key from his hand and unlocked the door.

The room was pitch black, until I heard Cato clap behind me. I smiled and rolled my eyes at him, "Cliché." He gave me a smile and motioned for me to enter the room.

When we stepped in, I finally saw what he meant by the biggest and best. It had to take up the average of at least five dorms. The walls were painted a light baby blue, and there was a grand piano in the middle of the room.

"Do you play?" I was taken back from his question. I guess I was staring a little too intently at the instrument. I was debating whether to play or not but I could already feel my lips forming the words.

"I did when I was little, but it's been years." I was a tad nervous of playing in front of an audience, even if it was just one person.

"I'm sure you aren't that bad. Please play?" I can't fight against that pouting it's just too darn adorable. I carefully seat myself on the piano and feel the familiar touch of keys underneath my fingers. I've missed this, and now I have another chance at it.

"Do you have anything specific you'd like me to play?"I didn't want to seem rude.

"Do you know the valley song?" I nodded like I usually do. The valley song was a traditional song back in district twelve. You would always hear it being played in both weddings and funerals. While I was playing, I could hear Cato's voice singing the lyrics. The way his voice resonated with the keys was amazing. When the song ended, I heard clapping and saw Marvel standing in the doorway.

"Cato, your dad's looking for you, something about a line of students waiting to check in?" I had to laugh at that. I heard a mumbled 'shit' and before he left he gave me a peck on the cheek and told me to grab the shirt from his suitcase. And with that, he was out the door to face his dad's wrath.

Marvel stared at me with a questioningly knowing smile, "What was that about?" I didn't know myself, but I didn't hate it that's for sure. I just shrugged and started looking for the suitcase.

"I have no idea, but do you know where Cato's suitcase is?" I tried change the subject not wanting to talk about what I would like to be my love life.

"Yeah he usually keeps it in that closet over there."

"Alright thanks." The room got quiet as I grabbed for the shirt. When I finally found it, Marvel decided to bring up the kiss again.

"So you and Cato?" I didn't want to say yes and lie, but I didn't want to say no either. The silence resumed while I thought of what to say.

"Not yet," I said while holding back a massive grin. I heard Marvel laugh and what felt like tension disappeared.

"Did Cato tell you to grab that?" He motioned to the shirt in my hands. That smile was threatening to form again, so I quickly and simply replied with a yes. "Are you sure it'll fit? Cato is a heck of a lot taller than you."

He had I point, so I slipped in the shirt. Marvel started to snicker, and I just started to pout. The shirt was too long. "Told you, it wouldn't fit. How tall are you anyways? Cato is six foot two."

Cato was six foot? "I'm five foot seven," I was ducking my head now. It shouldn't be that bad, but the shirt was down close to my knees at least.

"Well if you're done worrying about what people will think of the shirt," he must have seen my shocked expression because he lightly chuckled at me, "Glimmer and I are about to head to dinner and attend the freshman orientation."

I quickly pulled out my phone and saw that it indeed was dinner time. Although I had no idea what this freshman orientation was, but judging by the name, it was a no brainer that I was to attend. "Alright," I agreed, "where are we eating?"

"We could go off campus to one of the fast food restaurants, and maybe even show you around town if you're up for it." Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

We walked to where Cato was and to say that he was busy was an understatement. "Hey, me and Glim are taking Peeta out to eat. You want anything?"

"Where are you going to eat? I'll just get whatever Peeta is getting." He gave me a smile, which made me grin like an idiot. Marvel just nodded and told me to follow him.

We walked across the boy's dorms until we saw Glimmer sitting in a red Bugatti. I let out a long whistle, but I mean, who wouldn't? It's not every day that you see something like this!

"You like it? I got it for my birthday last year. So boys, where are we eating?" I was still standing there while Marvel moved to the passenger's seat.

"Well don't just stand there, get in the car!" Marvel was laughing, so I assumed he meant that in a playful friend way. I smiled and started to walk towards the back of the car.

"So where are we eating," Glimmer repeated. I thought for a minute, but I didn't exactly know the town, so I left it to Marvel to decide.

"Why don't we go to Gale's family's diner?" Marvel suggested.

Glimmer seemed happy with that decision, "Alright," and started to drive off.

The ride to the diner wasn't very long, ten minutes to say the least. My stomached decided to let out a low grumble causing both Glimmer and Marvel to laugh. "We're here, so settle that stomach down." Marvel likes to kid a lot apparently or at least for the time that I've known him.

Marvel was the first to the door, and politely held it open for Glimmer and I. The fresh smells of food hit me and caused my stomach to growl once again.

"Well, well, sounds like someone is hungry. Is Marvel here?" I looked to where the voice was coming from and saw a gorgeous young brunette man. He couldn't be older than me, but he was taller, surprise, surprise.

"I find that offensive! You think I'm gonna let you get away with that Hawthorne?" Marvel didn't sound hurt, but I could tell that he was trying his best to sound mad. He must be playing with him.

"If you want food you are." Marvel started to laugh and gave the brunette a fist bump. They must know each other.

"If you two are done, I would like to order. Hi Gale, I'll have the usual." Glimmer said. So his name was Gale?

"Yeah, I'll have the usual too," Marvel ordered. Glimmer and Marvel must come here often to have a usual order.

"Sure thing Glim, and what will your cute little friend there have?," he asked pointing at me.

"Oh this is Peeta. He's a freshman in PU. Peeta, this is Gale Hawthorne, he's a sophomore." I shook hands with Gale. His grip on my hand was firm and warm, almost like Cato's.

"It's nice to meet you Peeta, I'm, uh G-gale. Wait," I could hear a whispered damn, "uh, well, Glimmer already introduced us. So what will you have to eat?" The way he was stuttering made him even cuter. "I'm not usually this nervous, but you're just so cute."

I gave a faint laugh, "I don't know what to order, um," I turned to Glimmer and Marvel, "what does Cato usually order?"

"Shit, right, we're supposed to get Cato something. Gale, just get Peeta what Cato usually gets, and make that two. The order is to go by the way, we have to catch orientation for this kid," he pointed at me, "or Cato will surely kill us."

"Oh shit, I forgot to check in! Is it fine if I catch a ride with you guys?"

"Yeah sure, you'll have to sit with Peeta in the back though," Glimmer was slyly smiling and gave him a wink.

"I don't mind. So I'll just grab your orders and we can leave. Sound good?" We all nodded in agreement.

After we got our orders, the four of us headed to Glimmer's car. I hopped in with Gale coming in next to me.

"So Peeta, how did you end up with them," Gale asked referring to Glimmer and Marvel.

Before I could speak, it seemed like Glimmer felt the need to speak for me, "Cato met him during check in and brought him to us."

"Cato huh, he must like you to bringing you to meet us. Guess my chances with you are pretty much slim to none compared to him."

I couldn't look at Gale the entire ride back to campus. He just said aloud that he wanted to get together with me! How can anybody do that?

"Thanks for the ride Glim, I'll see you guys at freshman orient I guess. Bye Peeta," did he just wink at me?

"Wow Peeta, you haven't been here a day yet and you've got two of the hottest guys in school drooling over you." I smiled when I heard Marvel start to whine. But Glimmer was right. The only question is, who did I want to be with?

So as always, review! Criticism is welcomed to improve my writing! Any ideas that any of you have are also welcomed, and I've also started to write for my 'Truth or Dare' fic. Update is coming soon ;)