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KATNISS'S POV

Eventually Gale and I break away, but only because we have an unexpected visitor. Gale sits up, taking me with him. We look at the boy, who is staring at us with those ice blue eyes…

Peeta.

Crap. Peeta, the boy with the bread. Peeta, who gave me hope. Peeta… who's heart I've just broken.

Everybody knows he likes me. Heck, I even knew. But he never said anything, so I started having doubts…

I come back from my thoughts when I hear the pounding of Gales heart, right next to my ear. I feel my pulsing heart, too. That was a kiss beyond words, but… Peeta…

He runs off. I slump into Gale's chest, tears filling my eyes. Don't I love Gale? I do, of course, but when I saw Peeta, I don't know. Do I love Peeta? No. He never made a move, not like Gale. But then again…

GALE'S POV

My head is spinning, my pulse is thumping, my lips are moving. Until, Katniss and I hear a noise. I break away, reluctantly, and I sit up. Katniss, who was practically sitting on my chest, falls into my lap. Then I see him: Peeta.

What is Baker Boy doing in the middle of the woods? And he totally ruined our moment! Jeez… I look at Katniss. What? Is she crying? Why's she crying? I stroke her hair.

"You okay?" I ask. She nods.

"Can we just go home?" she half-whispers. Dang. Stupid Peeta. Totally ruining our moment.

TIME PASSES

I'm in the woods, half-hunting and half just wandering around and thinking. All I'm thinking of is stupid Peeta. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He does like her. It's so very obvious. But couldn't he back off? I slump to the bottom of a tree trunk and absent-mindedly start carving Katniss's initials above my head. Then I notice what I'm doing. Ah, well. I finish the carving.

Peeta crashes through the brush, tripping over my right ankle.

"Ow! Jeez! Watch where you're going!" I exclaim, holding my throbbing ankle. Peeta kneels, picking up some blueberries that had fallen out of his basket. I don't make a move to help him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. He squints at me, his arm out to pick up a berry.

"What does it look like?" he says harshly, "I'm collecting blueberries for muffins." His eyes move to above my head. Crap, the carving. I stand up, blocking Katniss's initials. But not before Peeta saw it.

"K.E.?" Peeta asks, his expression blank, but I can tell he's hurting on the inside, "As in Katniss Everdeen?" I nod slowly.

"Yeah. So?" I ask, getting defensive. Something about Peeta makes me like that.

He shrugs. "You guys seem perfect for each other," Peeta says, speaking in monotone. I roll my eyes, even though I'm flattered (-ish).

"Come on, I know you don't feel that way. You love Katniss," I point out. We stare at each other, and I have absolutely no idea what Peeta is thinking, since he's keeping his face blank.

"I know. But there's no chance of her liking me back. I saw you guys kissing in the meadow," Peeta swallows hard. I chuckle.

"I know, I was there. But if you really like Katniss that much, why didn't you say anything?" I ask. Peeta stands up and looks at me.

"I don't know. I guess I'd never have a chance. I'm older than her, after all, and you're, like, her best friend. I could never compete with you," Peeta confesses. I flick my hair out of my eyes and smile.

"Well, you'll never know until you ask her. But you won't want to tell her now, right, since she has me?" I say more as a statement. I wink and leave Peeta staring after me.

PEETA'S POV

Was that a threat? It doesn't matter.

"Well, Gale, looks like we're going to have to make Katniss chose who she likes better," I whisper, partially to myself.