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Katniss

What did he just say? I can't be the girl he's referring to, we've never even spoken! And suddenly he's dropped that bombshell for the whole of the Capitol to enjoy. I bloody hope this is just some elaborate tactic for the games.

Oh the irony, just a few days ago I'd been quite content on my own and now I had 2 guys declaring their love for me. Any other girl would love all the attention but I'm not a normal girl. I glance over at Gale and to say he looks mad is an understatement. If Peeta was in this room right now I'd fear for his life, Gale looks murderous. He has no right to be jealous, one kiss doesn't make me his. Although I can't deny there was some small part of me that just assumed that Gale and I would be together forever. He was the only guy I'd ever got close to. And suddenly Peeta had gone and thrown a spanner in the works. And although I don't know him as well as Gale, I'll always owe him for the bread.

As I try and compose myself, I notice that everyone in Command is staring at me. I'm beginning to feel scrutinized as if I myself was in the Hunger Games interview.

"Did you know about this?" Coin asked.

I shook my head. "This shocked me as much as it did you. I honestly had no idea."

"Well the good news is, this can work in our favour. You now have a strong link to both tributes, we can really use this. We need you to spearhead this rebellion."

What on earth had happened to my life? I made one mistake by running away from district 2 and suddenly I'm the poster girl for a full scale rebellion. The future of Panem is a weight on my shoulder and not one that I want to bare. I know Gale is itching to get his hands on a weapon and take to the streets of the Capitol, but I'm not. Instead, I'd like the engineers in district 13 to build a time machine to take me back to the day of the reaping. That way I could volunteer for Prim, and this rebellion would never happen.

Again, it feels as if all eyes are on me. I realise they are waiting for my reply.

"I'm sorry, I can't be who you want me to be." With that I left the room and headed straight down to Special Defence. Ironic that after saying I wasn't willing to fight there I was firing arrows and moving targets. But there's a huge difference between hunting animals and humans. Killing animals for food is a natural process, humans are the top of the food chain. But a human killing another in cold blood is both immoral and illegal. Or is it? It's exactly what the Captiol will be watching as reality TV from tomorrow, when the tributes enter the arena. When my little Prim enters the arena.

Instead of breaking down at this point, more anger floods my veins, and I find myself firing more arrows. I feel much better taking my anger out on these plastic dummies rather than on real people. At least this way no-one gets hurt. For over an hour I fire rounds of arrows into the dummies in front of me. After a while I begin to alter the distance, trying both long range and point blank shots. When I've mastered those, I mess around and try shooting with my weaker hand. I hold the bow in my right hand instead of my left. My precision is poor to start with but eventually I begin to hit the target.

The door clicks open behind me and I see Gale entering the room. Although I'm not in the mood to discuss anything rebellion related, I can't wait to show Gale my new skills.

"Please don't talk to me about what just happened in Command. Just shoot with me for a while, keep me distracted." I can see that Gale is disappointed with this, that he wanted to talk. But he takes a bow from the cabinet behind us and gets ready to shoot. We spend the rest of the evening shooting, no-one comes to disturb us. I laugh at Gale when it turns out he can't shoot with his weaker hand as well as I can. We decide that tomorrow we must go hunting again; apparently the meat we supplied last time is nearly all gone. For the first time in a long time, my life feels completely normal. I forget about Prim, about Peeta, and about the rebellion. As far as I'm concerned it's just like a normal Sunday afternoon.

Around 10 pm, Boggs comes to tell us that Special Defence must be locked for the night and that we must return to our living quarters. We have missed dinner, but I'm not hungry anyway. Thankfully Boggs doesn't say anything else as he escorts us out, Gale and I return to compartment 207 alone and in silence.

The silence doesn't last for long.

"How dare he? He barely knows you." I don't want to talk about Peeta with Gale but I'm too tired to object to Gale steering the conversation in this direction.

"He's entitled to his feelings, Gale. It doesn't mean I feel the same way."

"He can pine for you as much as he wants, but there's no need to broadcast it on live TV, especially not to the Capitol."

"For all I know, this could all be fake. It might just be his strategy."

"I doubt it. I've seen the way he looks at you. And I can't doubt his taste in women."

I scowl, "Please don't go there, Gale. I'm not ready to be involved in a love triangle."

And Gale then came up with the most unhelpful solution to that, "There's no need for a love triangle. Just choose between us."

"How can you do this to me? First you bombard me with a kiss, and now you want me to commit to you?

"No, Catnip, I don't want you to commit. I just want to know that the last 3 years hunting together mean more to you than some unknown baker's son who's likely to be dead in a few days."

Harsh words there. And oddly the thought of Peeta dying brings tears to my eyes. Even though for Prim to stay alive, he must die. I honestly don't know how to answer Gale.

"You know how much I love hunting with you Gale." Oh god that sounded pathetic, sounded like I was breaking up with him. "I love spending time with you" is almost as bad as "It's not you, it's me." The expression on Gale's face shows how furious he is with that response so I continue. "The situation with Peeta is confusing. I don't know how to explain it, but I care a lot about him."

Gale scoffs, "Care about him? You can't care about someone you don't know. Or is there something else you're not telling me? Have you known about his feelings all along?"

How can Gale be accusing me of this? He knows how shocked I was at Peeta's revelation. He also knows that Peeta means more to me than I'm letting on. So I recount the story of the bread. How I was at death's door because of starvation and how Peeta threw me the burnt bread from the bakery.

"So you choose him over me because he gave you some bread?"

"He saved my life, Gale. And Prim's life too. I haven't chosen him over you, but rejecting him makes me ungrateful."

And so the argument went on until the early hours of the morning. Gale's argument was that Peeta would be dead soon and giving my heart to a man on death row would be ridiculous. I could see his point, neither Prim nor Peeta were strong enough to win the Games ahead of the Careers, especially since their training scores will have scared away any sponsors. Gale was a safe choice. He'd always be there for me, and when we were together I was happy. But there's a difference between being happy and being in love.

Prim

Peeta loves Katniss? I had no idea; I've always assumed that she'd end up with Gale, even more so now they've run away together. Peeta's going to be heartbroken if he gets home and finds out that she's not there. That's IF he gets home.

After the interviews all the hype is about Peeta. I slip unnoticed away from the crowds to find Rue. I'm still in my innocent 12 year old mind-set and can't stand to be around adults right now. I find her by the lifts waiting to go up to floor 11, and we get in the lift together. The ride is short and we don't get a chance to say much. Just before we reach the 11th floor I say, "So I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"You'll have to catch me first"

"What's that supposed to mean? I thought we were allies?"

She shakes her head and I can feel tears threatening to fall.

"If this is about my training score, I'm sorry. I thought I'd done really well."

"I know about your sister, Prim. Haymitch told my mentor about it and I've been warned to stay away from you. It's nothing personal but if the Capitol is punishing you for her mistakes, I can't be involved in that. I don't need them ruining my chances in the arena; my chances of winning are already slim. I'm sorry."

Her apology is the last thing I hear as she exits the lift and the doors shut behind her. I'm shell-shocked at this turn of events. It seems to be a night for dropping bombshells.

I guess I should find Peeta and see if the offer of an alliance still stands.