CHAPTER 2: GALE IS AN IDIOT

(AND A PICK ME BOY)

From the perspective of Gale Hawthorne

Gale Hawthorne was walking around the capitol because his life was sad and he had no friends and he was a buttface. He was thinking about Katniss's feet, her toenails specifically. that forest green polish and slight fungal infection stuck in his brain like a really weird book he read one time. Gale shuddered, that book wa weird. A single tear rolled down his cheek, why hadn't she chosen him, why weren't those feet by his, snuggling by a fire. Little baby feet running around their home. He stopped and picked up a dirty shirt on the ground, it said "one direction" and showed a picture of four men (who in Gale's mind were extremely sexy), his eyes lit up, Katniss would love this. He tucked it into the messenger bag he always had hanging on his shoulder, it was full of gifts for his love.

"They never go for the nice guys," he said to no one in particular. Gale, as you can see, is the worst. A pick me in their prime. Some snow hit the ground and he realized he was incredibly stupid for wearing a tube top and short shorts that said "creepy" on the butt. He needed shelter, and fast because he had weak flesh. Gale began to jog which took a lot out of him because he gave all his muscles to Katniss as a gift. For some reason she still wouldn't admit her world revolved around him, god, she was so full of herself. Suddenly he spotted a slightly crumbled building, moss-covered its light blue bricks, but at least it had a roof and some walls. He walked in and passed some shelves with a few dark red bags that he didn't pay much attention to. Gale sat down and began to sulk because it made him feel warm inside.