Chapter 3

Okay, really hope you like it. My erratic writing in the middle of the night is starting to slow down so… yeah. Any suggestions? PM me or put in a review! Thanks to IronFeyFreak, the ONLY person who reviews! Enjoy!

After the long walk, Peeta and I finally reach our house. He brings me in, climbs the stairs, and brings me to a big room. Peeta blinks and takes me back down the hallway to a smaller room. I stare at him inquisitively.

"I forgot, um," Peeta blushes.

I growl. "Buddy, you better tell me right now if I'm not a virgin."

"You are, you are." Peeta reassures me, blushing even more.

I step into the room and close the door. "Goodnight."

My dreams quickly turn into nightmares. Prim, burning; a dark-skinned girl with aspear in her stomach; an extremely handsome man being attacked by white creatures. And Peeta- Peeta injured, Peeta smiling; Peeta trying to kill me.

I wake up with my heart in my throat. I can't remember the last nightmare, only that it was terrifying.

I stroll downstairs to the kitchen, where Peeta is already up and cooking.

"Good morning," he says cheerfully.

Peeta pulls out a chair for me. He then sets a mug of hot chocolate in front of me. I break off pieces of a roll and dip them into the warm beverage. An image of Peeta doing the same thing on a train suddenly strikes me.

"Can I ask you some questions?" I say.

Peeta takes a chair across from me. "Sure, go ahead."

"Did I love you?" I ask.

Peeta thinks for a moment before answering. "…It's complicated. When we got married a year ago, you definitely did love me, though during the Games, I'm not exactly sure."

"What are the Games?" I question.

An awkward silence fills the room until the clock strikes nine.

"I have to go to work. I work in the bakery around the corner." Peeta says, rushing out the door.

A few minutes after her leaves, I hear a knock on the door. I go to answer it; it's Gale.

"Hey, Catnip." he says, coming in.

Again, stupid nickname.

Gale sits on the couch in the living room as I close the door. He invites me to sit next to him; I take a chair across.

"What were the Games?" I ask him.

Gale shakes his head. "A horrible, horrible thing that you were a part of. I remember, the whole time you were in there, I was praying that you would come home, because I loved you so much. When that… Peeta announced his love for you; I was scared I would lose you."

"That really doesn't answer my question," I say awkwardly.

Gale continues on like he didn't hear me. "Then you returned and said that you loved me, but you also loved Peeta. I won you over but…." he stops and leaves.

"What the heck?" I call after him.

I storm out of the house, and knock on the other house with a light on. To my surprise, Haymitch opens the door, seeming more sober than yesterday.

"Can I come in?" I ask, frustrated.

Haymitch brings me into his pigsty of a home. He clears some things of the sofa and motions for me to sit.

"Will you tell me about the Games? Peeta can't tell me, and Gale keeps telling me how much he loves me." I say.

"The Hunger Games are- was- where two children, 12 through 18, were forced to fight to the death until only one person was left standing. You were in it twice." Haymitch states plaintively.

I frown. "Was Peeta in the Hunger Games?"

Haymitch nods. "And you're probably wondering how there could be two victors. I'll show you your Games, if it's not too much."

"No thanks," I say, "I just need someone to answer my questions. Was Peeta badly injured?"

"Yes, he was. You risked your life trying to save him." Haymitch says.

"What was my relationship with Gale like?" I ask.

Haymitch sighs. "As much as you loved Peeta- at certain points- you also loved Gale. He was your best friend, one of the only people you could trust. But you loved him, too."

"Why?" I said in disgust. "He's been acting like an arrogant jerk, all 'me this, me that'."

"He was different." Haymitch said.

"Then why did I pick Peeta?" I questioned.

Haymitch hesitated. "I think that should be for later."

A picture of Gale in the woods, with a charming look on his face, appeared and vanished.

"Does Gale still love me?" I asked cautiously.

"They both do, and you could fall in love with either one of them."