Author's Note: Hello there guys! Firstly massive thanks for those of you who have continued reading this far and are still enjoying it! Especially big thank you to Wetstar for her lovely reviews on every chapter so far! And seriously guys reviews make me happy… and a happy Helen makes for better chapters, and a lot more romance scenes :) Anyways unfortunately I also have some bad news. This will be my last update until next Tuesday (at the earliest) as I am on holiday :( But hopefully I will come back with some more hilarious and interesting ideas for the story :) Anyways onto the story!
Chapter Four
Prims POV
"Prim what are you doing?" Rue asked next to me. We'd finally made it onto the plane after the incident in security. Gale had slapped Johanna's ass for some reason and she'd slapped him and yelled at him to not touch her bum, which someone somewhere in the queue had mistaken for bomb and there had been some huge panic. Anyway two hours later here we were finally about to go to Spain! I couldn't wait to get out in the sunshine and with the sea and all the cute outfits I got. I usually just wore Katniss' old clothes cause they were nice and comfy but I wanted to make an effort.
"Making a table," I informed her, drawing out the basic lines in my notebook.
"A table of what exactly?" Rue asked tilting her head at the scribbles I'd made so far.
"Who's going to kiss who," I informed her smiling. I knew most of the seniors had a similar thought process as me at the moment, wondering exactly what the next week would do to the dynamics of their group, I was simply planning on helping them along with the idea.
"Oh I know!" she exclaimed excitedly grabbing a pen and scribbling two names down. I laughed a little at what she'd written.
"You don't think she'd kill him?" I asked.
"I think we should at least find out," she informed me. It was moments like this that I remembered why we were best friends.
Johanna's POV
"Aww crap," I groaned looking at my seat. Well not so much my seat but at who was in the seat next to me.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" Gale asked sarcastically. I still wasn't happy with him. I'd had to undergo a cavity search and everything thanks to him and his "sweetheart" ways.
"Piss off dumbass," I rolled my eyes at him slumping down and shoving my bag under the seat in front of me, praying someone useful would sit nearby.
"Aww is someone grumpy after security," he asked me like I was three, jabbing me in the side.
"Don't touch me," I yelped out, I hated that I had ridiculously sensitive sides. Tickling was an absolute nightmare for me, a point that my darling Uncle hadn't failed to mention to the entire team.
"What you mean like this?" Gale's eyes flickered with something that looked evilly teasing before tickling me in the side. I grabbed onto his hands after a moment of hysterical, painful laughter and held them tight in my own.
"I would quite happily hack you to death with an axe Hawthorne," I say an inch from his face, seriously restraining from head-butting him given how much crap we've already managed to get into today.
"And I would quite happily trap you," he replied, smiling that smile that had made so many people do exactly what he wanted, I hated it. It oozed with charm and fake admiration. "In a love trap," he added on at the end, trying not to chuckle at his own awful joke.
"For fuck sake Gale," I threw his hands into his chest and plugged my I-pod in, but not before I caught the most dreadful words I could hear in this situation.
"Hi Gale," the chirpy voice of Glimmer battered it's way around in my head, shaking everything that was important so I could physically feel my IQ dropping. God this was going to be an awful flight.
Cato's POV
"33A," I muttered to myself wandering along the long narrow tube of a plane. I hated these things, well hated the idea of them seeing as I'd never been in one before. I stopped at the row and couldn't stop the smile spread over my face; thank God it was her and not one of those crazy science geeks.
"You here?" she asked, barely lifting her gaze from the magazine she was reading.
"Looks like it," I replied and watched as she pulled her legs up to her chest to let me squeeze past. "What you reading?" I asked, knowing the answer would be something stupid.
"Cosmo, I'm not really reading it though, more just looking for articles I know will be ridiculous to cheer me up a bit," she informed me, turning the page quickly.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well it says here that if you like a guy you should take him to go and do something he's never done before, so he associates you with new and exciting things," she read in a voice that made her sound like a newsreader.
"I've never flown before, does that count?" I questioned.
"Well not really since I technically didn't invite you. How have you never flown before?"
"I dunno I guess the thought of flying in a 400,000 kilo hunk of metal never really appealed to me for some reason."
"You scared?"
"No," to this she raised her eyebrows at me. "I'm not. I swear."
"It's alright if you are. I won't tell anyone."
"I'm not. I mean the idea's crazy but it doesn't scare me," I reassure her as the cabin crew begin a demonstration of what to do if the plane goes down. I heard Gale make a comment about one of the airhostesses and then the expected sound of Johanna's hand contacting with his stomach.
"How long before they hook up then?" Clove asked me, I was weirdly taken aback by the question. Sure I knew how Gale thought Johanna wasn't bad to look at, and that they'd had one or two random make-out sessions but it had always ended in the two of them being stupidly awkward and pissed-off around each other for weeks after.
"I doubt they will. Johanna's not putting up with his crap and he enjoys the company of girls who fall for his puppy dog eyes," I explained, not sure how many of the details she knew but not wanting to tell her anything she didn't know. Johanna would literally rip my head off if that happened and I think my body suits having a head.
"I guess," she muttered taking out a pack of sweets. "Here take this," she handed me a sugar coated Haribo.
"Umm thanks?" I looked at the small cola bottle wondering if I was missing something really obvious.
"Suck it when the plane takes off, otherwise your ears will pop," she explained, watching as my brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and desperately trying not to make any of the suck-related jokes that were going through my mind.
"Thanks," I responded, popping the small sweet in my mouth and sitting back trying not to think too much about the flight and instead focusing on Clove and her laughing at Cosmo's crazy attempts to hook every single woman in the world up.
Gales POV
Why was she here? Everything she said was overly flirtatious and led to way too many giggles for my liking. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the company of a girl who laughed at every joke I made, I just preferred knowing it was genuine laughter. Also she was a pushover, way too much of a pushover. I liked someone who'd stick up for themselves and mean it, whereas anytime she disagreed with me it was only her setting up the conversation so she could make yet another comment about my eyes or her legs.
"And I got this gorgeous new outfit for the pool," was she really so naive she thought I wanted to hear about it?
"Is it nothing," I flashed her a smile and could predict the effect immediately. She didn't blush in the slightest, letting me know it was the reaction she'd been hoping for and leaned in batting her eyelashes just a little bit too much and whispered:
"You'll find out soon enough."
Great, just what I needed: Cato's plaything trying to turn me on on a plane.
"I think this is going to be a good holiday," I held her gaze, eventually she broke away giggling. Just not with you I added to myself.
