Chapter Nine is here. Oh wow, nine chapters already and only around 25 reviews. Not bad, I wish there was more.

Also around 400 people read each chapter, and there are only twenty votes in total. Remember go to my profile and vote for your favorite hunky. Cato or Gale it is that simple, won't take no more than one minute. I also thank all those who take the time to read, review and much more.

One last message, anyone out there knows how to draw really well, and is willing to do two portraits. One of Gale and Peeta and another of Peeta and Cato, either kissing or hugging, I would forever be in gratitude for that person.

Act Nine

"It backfired on us. Haymitch was spying them from his office window, they left three minutes after us, and Peeta just texted me saying he is staying at the dorm, alone. Gale ditched him." Madge spoke with concerned through the phone; Foxface was on the other side of the line.

"What did you expect, Peeta drank half the bottle of Vodka, Gale got there extremely late, and to top it, he was talking to Glimmer."

Madge played with the cord of the non-wireless phone. Her grandma had a soft spot for old junk. "Now that you mention it, I think Peeta reaction was caused by jealousy. When has that boy ever drunk so much on his life, except for that time at Bing's? He got extremely wasted; I still don't know how he managed to get home." Foxface remained silent on the other side.

"Is everything alright?" Foxface kept quiet. "Foxfa—

"I think Peeta might be in love with Gale, but how do we prove that. Then I thought what about if we lock them on a room for twenty-four hours or…" Madge laughed.

"Not your best idea Geek, those two share a room. Meaning they spend more time together than any of us and they still haven't done any move on each other. The only thing is to wait, the Prom is close. Maybe during that day we can work our magic on them." Foxface grunted through the phone. "I still haven't bought a dress or been asked."

"There is always Thresh available." Foxface stayed quiet again.

Gale observed the mansion through some binoculars. He had parked his red mustang at the end of the street. Before breaking into the house he needed to memorize every small detail, and come out with a good plan. Not only was the mansion located on the richest avenue of district twelve streets, and was highly secured by cameras and securities.

Two securities were posted at the entrance of the gate, one inside near the front door and he knew there could be others around. Cameras, he had spotted six so far. Two at the main entrance (just above the securities), one at the front door, and three on the oak trees around the mansion, and the many more that have to be inside.

Dammit, Gale thought. Breaking in would be more complicated than he thought, but he could do it. Not today, but Monday.

Peeta opened the door to the laundry room, West Valley High own laundry room. It was empty and quiet during the weekend. Usually it was crowded and noisy, now it gave him the creeps. A basket full of his clothes and Gale was on his side. He hated doing laundry, but Gale had done it last week.

Bending down to the basket, he put the clothes on three different piles depending. White clothes, color clothes and underwear, as he was checking into the jeans, he took out a vanilla sheet of paper from one of Gale's jeans. A sheet of the same texture and style, as the one he had received on his locker room, except this one had some sort of riddle. If Cato had been right, about the Ninjas sending him that letter, it meant this letter was from them, except it was Gale's.

"And I thought the laundry room would be empty today." Peeta jumped, letter falling to the floor. He quickly bends over and placed it back on the jeans, he wouldn't wash those today. He turned around to see a smirking Cato, shirtless and with a basket of clothes. Just his luck, he thought, having to run into Cato at a time like this, when his mind was still trying to get rid of a hangover. Ignoring the older boy, he dumped the first pile of clothes into the washing machine.

Cato took the second washing machine next to his. Unlike him, he threw all the clothes inside, how smart of Cato. What to expect from the Barbie's leader. Peeta took out his phone, he had zero alerts. Gale hadn't responded back to the text he had sent him earlier. Sitting in top of the washing machine, he rested his head on his hands. "I saw you last night, leaving The Pub drunk, are you feeling good. Shouldn't you be in bed?" Peeta snorted.

"What do you care about my well-being, you're just a liar and a Barbie." Cato cut the distance between the two of them placing himself on front of Peeta. "I do care for you, even if we are supposed to hate each other. I have a confession to make to you, Peeta Mellark." Peeta raised his eyebrows in a puzzled look, Cato shirtless showing his god-like abs made it harder to ignore him. His hands just wanted to touch them, and touch many more things.

"Peeta, I love you. I have been in love with you ever since that night." Peeta taken aback by the confession of the older boy, he just couldn't think straight. That night, what night was Cato talking about? Soon warm lips were on his, ravishing his mouth, and he kissed back. Passion and lust filled every inch of his body. A distant memory tries to make his way back into his mind, but then it was gone. His hands roamed all over Cato's hard chest, and then they lay on his belt. They broke the kiss, both staring at each other. No words needed to be shared, their eyes communicating with each other instead. Peeta cautiously unbuckle the belt, but at that moment someone grabbed Cato and pushed him to the ground.

Peeta saw Gale punching the older blonde, not letting him defend himself. Without thinking Peeta jumped on top of Gale, trying to protect Cato. Cato wiped blood from his mouth; Gale had not done severe damages this time. The other boy injuries from the previous fight were just healing; he couldn't deal with more to soon.

"Is better if you leave now," Gale snarled. He had never seen his friend so angry, he released Gale. Cato left, leaving his clothes behind.

"Gale—"

"Peeta I forbid you as your leader to talk to him, ever again. You know the rules; a Geek can't never date a Barbie or even be friends." Peeta felt angry, he had never disobeyed his friend as his leader, but what gave him the right to forbid him from talking to the other boy, while he had been flirting with Glimmer last night, and been gone the whole morning.

"I'm not going to do that. I will not a puppet to your rules this time, Gale Hawthorne. I don't know what's going on with me and Cato, but I'm—

His words were cut by Gale lips. Peeta was shocked, but he quickly recovered and kissed back, this is what he wanted, to be in this position for a long time. Kissing his best friend, be more than just his friend. Gale broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. "Peeta Mellark, I'm in love with you, would you be my boyfriend?"

Peeta was speechless.