A/N: Here is the next chapter of Love You Like a Brother. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: All rights to the Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins. Except for Marius and Brice. They're mine. But you can use them in your stories if you want. Just ask me first :)
Prim hears the trumpets and knows Claudius Templesmith is about to call a feast. She grips Yadira's hand tighter; hoping against hope that Katniss would be smart and realize she doesn't need to go into the fatal blood-bath, she has enough supplies.
It is lunchtime in the school cafeteria and all students are watching the games. Prim feels comforted with her best friend Yadira on her left and her best guy-friend Rory Hawthorne on her right. They're in their way to being more-than-friends though; Prim can feel it.
The voice booms down loud and clear, ringing in the crowded room: "Congratulations to all remaining tributes! There has been a rule change. I repeat, there has been a rule change. Two tributes may win if they are from the same district. If the last two tributes remaining are from the same district they will both be declared winners. May the odds be ever in your favor!"
It takes a while for the news to sink in. Prim's body registers it before her brain. Already, tears of joy are falling from her eyes onto Rory's shirt. She is hugging him and Yadira like there's no tomorrow. She can't wipe the silly grin off her face. "They can both live." Prim thinks, "They can both live and sponsors will grow crazy over them! I'll have my sister back!" Of course, it's Griselda Eunice who ruins it.
"I don't understand what all this fuss is about." she says, making sure the whole room can hear her, "I mean, Katniss is obviously going to die anyway! They just want to see Peeta's reaction!" The cafeteria falls silent, all eyes on Griselda and watching what Katniss Everdeen's sister will do to her. The answer? She runs out of the room, sobbing.
Rory and Yadira get up to go and comfort her, but Ms. Soble doesn't allow it. They reluctantly sit down. In the section with eighteen-year-olds both Gale's and Marius's mouths drop open. They look toward their teacher who nods, letting the two mortal enemies forget their differences for a few minutes and go comfort the grieving girl.
Outside, Prim is sitting on a piece of wood, arms wrapped around her knees, watery eyes sobbing into her hands.
"Hey, hey. It's okay." Gale says, wrapping his arms around Prim in an older-brother-like gesture. Instead of responding, she cries into his shoulder.
"That girl didn't know what she was talking about. You know, I bet Katniss and Peeta are going to make it out alive, move into the Victor's Village with us, and have two kids: a boy named Marius and a girl named Primrose." Marius tells Prim, ignoring Gale's hostile glare and instead focusing on Primrose's adorable giggle.
"But wouldn't Brice be jealous?" she inquires.
"Yeah, but whatever. They can get a cat and name it Brice."
Prim giggles again. "I'm sure he'll love that."
"Tell you what: you can come over to the bakery after school and we can tell him then. Okay?"
"Okay!" Prim gives Marius a smile from ear to ear.
Gale, obviously not happy but trying not to let it show, looks down at Prim and asks, "You ready to go back in?"
Prim gives a tentative nod. "Yeah." she says, getting up.
"Race you!" she suddenly squeals, running ahead and leaving the two eighteen-year-olds in the dust.