Chapter 3:

I'm sorry that this took a while to update! I honestly don't have an excuse unless you count browsing tumblr and reading fanfictions busy. I'm probably the biggest procrastinator you'll ever meet. In the last chapter, I kinda felt like I made Madge and Katniss (somewhat) come on a little too strong and confident talking to Gale and Peeta. But I don't want to fix it because I think I can work with it!

Anyways, onward with chapter troi! (that's French for three c:)

Gale's POV:

I stood in the middle of the hallway, with my mouth wide open, staring at the corner that Madge just rounded. I have a date with Madge. Well, technically we're discussing hanging out after school, during lunch. But I'll take whatever I can get. My heart won't stop racing and I can't seem to form actual words. As I try to get myself to turn and walk to class, someone puts their hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Galeypoo!"

Oh no. Not her again. "Uhhhh, hi Madison."

This girl has been obsessed with me since second grade. I know I'm attractive and all, but she is definitely creepy. She practically stalks me, following me around school, even watching me walk home. Everyone at our school thinks of Madison as the school slut, because she just uses guys to get in their pants. And or course, I'm her current target.

She placed her hand on mu shoulder and says with a small, devilish smile, "So, how's your day going so far?"

I couldn't help but notice that her hand started moving, lower and lower onto my body until it stopped on my leg. She gave my thigh a slight squeeze and looked up into my eyes.

I squirmed at her touch.

"Are you free tonight? I'd love to," she paused momentarily as her hand moved up a tiny bit, right next to my crotch. Ok, this was a little to close for comfort, ",you know, get to know you better. What's you say, Gale? My place at 3:30, today?" She finished and placed her other hand on my chest.

This was really making me uncomfortable, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Uhhhh... I have to go... my teacher is calling me. I'm quite too busy after school to do anything, and the rest of the week. And most likely the rest of my life." I wriggled out of her grip and ran down the hall to class as fast as I could. God, I hate that girl.

*fastforward to lunch*

Finnick's POV:

My morning classes were absolute hell, as usual. Tomorrow we had to take some of our finals, and let me tell you, I was not looking forward to it. As soon as our 5th period teacher let us out, I hurried over to Annie's locker so we could head to lunch together. But instead of finding Annie at her locker, I found Glimmer.

"Hey, Finnick!" she said to me cheerfully and walked closer to me.

I knew what was coming. She was going to try to talk me into leaving Annie. Like that would ever happen.

"No thanks, Glimmer. I think I'm good with my daily serving of whore today. Too much extra could cause health issues." I replied to her as I turned around and tried to walk away. But no. Glimmer just wasn't having it today. She turned me around and kissed me! Or at least tried to. I didn't let her lips touch me before I ducked out of her reach and quickly lost myself in the sea of students.

Once I finally found myself at our usual table, Marvel came and sat down next to me, looking rather nervous. He turned to me and opened his mouth, as if to say something, but decides against it and shuts his mouth.

"Marvel? You ok there?" He was defidently acting strange.

He hesitantly looked at me, a bit of fear in his eyes. "Yeah. I'm just, a little, nervous. For finals." He turned to his lunch awkwardly and started to "casually" look around the room. Marvel was the worst liar ever. I could clearly see straight through them.

"C'mon, Marvel. I know you're lying to me. Just tell me, you can trust me." I wanted Marvel to know he could tell me anything, and I'll respect whatever he has to say.

"It's girl problems," he finally spoke up.

Oh no. I should've seen this coming. And I'm pretty sure I know who this problem is about.

"Is it Glimmer?" I asked Marvel.

"Yeah. She's just, my dream girl. Everyday I just wish I could be with her. But I can't! I'm too scared to talk to her! I get so awkward and stumble over my words whenever I get the chance to talk to her." he sighed and looked down.

"It's ok, Marvel. I was the same way with Annie when I first met her. You just have to suck it up and power through the conversation. I know you'll be happy with the outcome once you talk." I replied to him.

"Could you be my wingman? Please? Finnick, this girl is driving me crazy. I honestly need your help. You have girls dropping left and right because of you. How do you do it?!" he asked as he looked up at me with questioning eyes.

"The ladies love this. I can't help it; I'm just irresistible." As I said this, I motioned to my body. "In all seriousness though, I'll be your wingman. When do you want me to talk to her?"

"I don't know. Whenever we get the chance."

"Well, I guess it's your lucky day, because guess who is coming your way, Marvel!" Glimmer walked into the room, head held high, acting like she was on a runway in Paris or something. I honestly didn't know what Marvel saw in her. And after our little "incident" in the hall, I don't even want to look at her. I mean, she's pretty and nice at times, but she's just a bit too full of herself. I don't think I could ever date someone so... self-centered. But I'll do anything to help out a friend. Well, almost anything.

"Hey, Glimmer! Could you come here for a second?" I called her over, as Marvel gave me his death glare.

"Hi Finnick! So, what do you want?" she asked me as she walked over to us, standing maybe a bit too close to me.

"I wanted to know if you like sushi." After I said this, she moved even closer to me.

"Why do you want to know? Don't you have a girlfriend? Because if you don't," she paused to trail her hand over my jaw, "I would love to do something with you. Anything." And after that sentence she sat down on my lap.

"Umm. Ok. I think we have a little misunderstanding here. I have a girlfriend. I do. My dear friend here, Marvel, would like to take you out for some sushi. If that's ok with you. So, it would be nice if you could just get off of me. Please." I said to her as I tried to push her off of me, only causing her to lean closer to me.

"Why would you want that, Finnie? I'm rather comfortable right here." She said looking at my lips. Oh dear God, I hope she doesn't kiss me.

"Because I have a GIRLFRIEND. And I really love her. And I DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, want to go on a date with you!" I exclaimed to Glimmer.

"Awww. Come on, Finnick. I know you want me. Forget all about that slut Annie. You'd be better off with me." She said to me as she tugged on the collar of my shirt.

Oh no she didn't. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, calls my Annie a slut. She's the farthest from it and if anything, Glimmer is the slut.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! Annie is not a slut! If anything, you are! Annie is caring, sweet, loving, and the best girlfriend I could ever ask for. So why don't you get the fuck off of me and go bang some other guy whose name you won't even bother to learn." I huffed as I finished yelling. Wow. Even I can't believe I just said that. Glimmer just stared at me with her mouth slightly open before she finally got off of me.

"Thank you. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to eat my lunch in peace. Oh, and you better close your mouth; don't want to catch any flies, now do we?" Ok I seriously need to stop this before I really hurt someone.

"Fine then! You'll be sorry you said that, Finnick Odair! You'll be very, VERY, sorry!" And with that she stormed off, blowing her hair out of her face, huffing and grumbling the whole time.

"Wow man. Way to make a girl feel bad." Marvel exclaimed once Glimmer was out of earshot. Once he said this, I looked around the cafeteria, noticed everyone staring at me and whispering about what just happened.

I quickly jumped up onto my chair and cupped my hands around my mouth,"Ok everyone! You can go back to your lunches now! The excietments over! Time to get back to your boring, uneventful lives!" I yelled throughout the whole room for everyone to hear.

With a few last glances sent my way, I turned around in my seat and waited for the rest of our friends to arrive.

Wasn't I the best wingman ever?

Ok! That was chapter 3! So, I heard that Sam Claflin is casted for Finnick in Catching Fire! Is this like legit or is it just a rumor? And I thought Annie has blonde hair... And, I didn't know that "bronze colored hair" meant red hair! I though it was like a nice, blonde/brown, golden-y color. So obviously I've been living under a rock for the past 7 months. Anyways, R&R! I really do love reading your reviews and seeing new alerts and stuff from you guys:) it honestly does mean a lot to me! So thank you for reading and don't forget, I love you! Hehe =D