Gale?
Peeta
My head felt heavy and dull. I opened my eyes and squinted through them, not knowing where I was. The sun was peeking through the window, and it smelt of anti-bacterial bleach. I managed to pull one eye open enough to see that I was in the 'hospital' area. My head was in the same position as it was last night- ooh, that's gonna hurt… I dragged my head up, and rubbing my neck. I ran my hand through my hair, and dragged it down my face, to try and give myself a makeshift clean up. I let my head drop down into my hands, and I gently massaged my temples. In this calm 5 minute darkness, I let all of my worries fade, and found myself in a world of carefree breaths, and nothing tying me down.
But it all vanished when I heard the door slam. My eyes snapped open, and I looked up. I heard stomping towards us, and then I saw the figure of a young man in the glass. Our door opened, and a tall guy with a broad build and dark features entered the small room. He looked familiar, but after everything that happened, I didn't even expect myself to remember. It was probably someone that we saw on the way back, or maybe someone from the Capitol. But as he leaned down, I knew that he must have been more than that, because of the practiced hold that he had on Katniss. He took her gently by the shoulders and squeezed them. At this soft touch, I was immediately by her side, although he didn't seem to notice that I was even there. I had no idea where any of this was going, even when he leant down, and kissed her full on the lips. Suddenly rage and fury coursed through my veins. What was going on? How dare he kiss Katniss? And in front of me? I was the one who had just declared my love for her, not this wannabe from- wherever he came from!
"Hey buddy, watch it, that's my girlfriend!" I exclaimed as adrenaline pumped through me, nearly making me shake. But he seemed to ignore me, and carried on kissing her. And for what happened next, I'm sorry, but I had completely lost control.
"Hey, what are you doing, I told you to WATCH IT!" I shouted the last part, not being able to keep it down any longer. I felt my hands fly up and shove him off of her, and against the wall. I walked over to him, and felt my fist connect with the side of his face. All I could think about was the way that he was touching katniss- his hands were all over her, and he was practically eating her face off. I went to hit him again, but this time, he put his arms up over his face to protect him. They were strong- I'll give him that. String enough to push me off of him when I swung again. This time it was his fist. It hit my left should and sent me tumbling, knocking a tray containing a metal jug, and two glasses. As they smashed, I fell, embedding half of the clear solid into my hands. The boy leapt on top of me, and I wildly thrashed my hands above me, and his pressure on them pushed the glass even further in, cutting him in the process. I cried out in pain, as he grunted and retreated pretty quick. He wiped the blood off of his face, and I saw him clearly for the first time. He seemed to remind of something- district 12, home, Katniss… those grey eyes… just like Seam eyes-
"Gale?" I said questioningly, with a hint of shock and loads of displeasure, and thinking- 'I hope not!' unfortunately, the boys eyes shot up, confirming my suspicions. Yep, just as I thought. As if I didn't have enough things to deal with.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I've come to see Katniss." He replied defensively. His deep voice complimented his dark, brooding features, and I saw why lots of girls would fall for him. His dark, tanned skin compared to my light, pale complexion, his brown, groomed hair, compared to my messy blonde curls were in no competition for looks- he'd probably win anyway. But I still didn't see why he was better for Katniss than I was.