A/N-Don't worry! Peeta and Madge will date at least once! Thank you for all of the reviews! REVIEW AGAIN, PLEASE! Eleven more reviews and I'll review tomorrow!

My fist slams against Patrick's door with all the force I can possibly muster. No one answers for a bit, so I slam my fist against the door again and again until the old wicked witch answers the door with an unpleasant face.

"What do you want," she asks with irritation. I do not cower under her hateful gaze. I stand up a little taller.

"Where's Patrick?" I match her tone of voice and her eyebrows shoot up for a fraction of a second in surprise, but they return to their normal position as fast as they shot up.

"Patrick," she hollers behind her. She strides away from me and into the back of the bakery. I don't know whether to stay outside, or if that was the signal for me to enter. I don't care, so I enter the bakery and smash the door behind me for good measure. I want to make it very clear to Patrick that I am furious.

Patrick slowly descends the stairs from his room and faces me with a blank expression. I have my arms crossed over my chest and my foot thumping impatiently on the wooden floor. My face must express how absolutely infuriated I am because he doesn't move from his spot on the stairs.

"We should probably do this outside," I warn. I make sure to look over at the door to the back of the bakery where the witch is located before exiting through the front door. He says nothing.

"Well…," he says as we stand a good distance from the bakery and away from the town. I look around me one more time to see if anyone will be hearing me yell and scream at him. The coast is clear.

"What the hell, Patrick," I scream as I shove his shoulder. The impact barely moves him. It's kind of embarrassing. I have to work on my strength.

"Wait, I can explain."

"Well," I say impatiently.

"Madge, I just wanted you to be my girlfriend."

"In order to win my heart, you thought it was a great idea to say I said terrible things about people in the Seam? Are you absolutely kidding me?"

"Madge, you don't understand."

"Patrick, do you know how hard it was for me to finally lose my snotty rich girl status?"

"Why do you care what he thinks of you anyway? Rumors are spreading like wildfire about you two."

"I wonder who started them," I mumble under my breath.

"Gale, is just a sullen boy from the Seam? What's so special about him?"

"He was Katniss' friend."

"Just because he was friends with your friend doesn't mean you have to be friends with him, too."

"I know. It's just…"

"He doesn't treat you right. He's had like a million girlfriends. You don't need him. I did you favor."

"I don't like you budding in on my life. It's my life not yours! Oh, and please for future reference, please don't screw my life up more than it already is!" I turn away from him and trudge back to my house as my steam wears off. Thanks, Patrick, for screwing my life up some more.

I enter my now unlocked house and immediately go to my room.

Rue and Katniss have a plan. I believe it is absolutely dangerous, but they both decide to go along with it anyway. I try to focus on Katniss and Rue because Peeta's condition is worsening. My poor Peeta.

Everyone is mad at me except Theo. I spend the day with him, and it's not that bad. We talk and we joke. We pretend not to notice what's playing on the screen.

"What's wrong with me," I ask out of the blue. He looks at me confusedly before speaking.

"You're too pretty, you're too smart, you're too kind, and you're too generous. Shall I go on?"

"Come one, I'm serious! Why does everyone hate me?"

"Don't you get it, Madge," he asks exasperatedly. "They're all jealous!"

"Yeah, right. I'm serious."

"I am, too. Why do you think those girls are always bring up the mayor's daughter thing? That's the only thing they can make fun of you with!"

I smile and nod, pretending to agree with him. "Thanks, Theo." He nods and smiles back. "What about Gale and Patrick? Why do they suddenly hate me, too?"

"They're just jealous that you aren't their girlfriend yet."

"Yet?"

"Oh, you know what I mean. Let me guess. They started fighting with each other over you."

"No, Patrick started fake rumors about me and told Gale. Now Gale hates me and I hate Patrick."

Theo laughs a little. "Isn't life funny like that? Making your life look like a disaster, but finally coming together at one point or another?"

"Eh, I sort've gave up that hope a long time ago."

"Oh, come one. Don't tell me you've never heard a fairytale?" My mom used to tell me all different kinds of fairytales right before I went to bed when I was a small child before she fell ill. The woman with the blue dress and the glass slipper was always my favorite.

"I've heard them," I admit, "but they're not true."

"That's absolutely right, but they are based off of real life."

"Huh?"

"Fairytales never start off with 'happily ever after'. They always start off with the hardships, and the betrayal, and the heartache. Every fairytale, though, eventually reaches a 'happily ever after'."

"I'm not a princess."

"That is true, but was Cinderella a princess at first?"

"Who?"

"You know the girl with the glass slipper and the ball…"

"Oh, yeah."

"Well, was she?"

"No."

"Neither are you, but you will be."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I don't mean you'll be one literally, but you'll find your prince and live happily," he pauses as if he expects me to finish the famous saying.

"Ever."

"After." We stop and just smile at each other. "Now you just have to pick your prince because I know two that are already are applying for the job."

My cheeks turn red.

"Oh, shut up."

A/N- I like Theo. Do you? Eleven more reviews and I'll review tomorrow! THANKS EVERYBODY! REVIEW AGAIN, PLEASE!