Yea, this is the next Peeta and Gale chapter. If i wasn't clear before, if you don't like my story, then give me at least one reason why you think its dumb. But thank you to all my readers and reviewers! I appreciate it! Oh and by the way, I changed my penname (bc it's based on my two favorite books! HEHE). Sorry I'm hyper. So anyway... Here it is!

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Finnick only stares at me and turns to Haymitch. "Please don't tell me I'm training the blond one. He Would ruin my image because he doesn't look like a male model!"

I'm getting the feeling he's not answering my question.

Haymitch has his head in his hands again. Wow, that headache is getting worse. He should really see Mrs. Everdeen. She could help him with those pesky headaches.

"Well, I guess if you really want to train Gale, then you can. If you really want someone who's sane." Haymitch answers. Hey, wait a second! So now I'm insane! Apparently he needs to look in the mirror.

Wow, its great that no one can read my mind.

Since I'm way too busy thinking, Gale asks Haymitch, "What training? Who is this guy? Why does he keep licking his lips?"

I look over and notice Finnick licking his lips, like a dog after it eats peanut butter. Even though he looks appalled, he doesn't stop. It must be a habit.

"We're sending you into the arena to fight, remember? You guys will need all the training you'll get. He was a former winner of the Hunger Games. Why he licks his lips? Maybe he got salt on them. He does fish a lot."

Eveyone is silent. Then Effie interrupts this silence.

"Why are we just standing here? We need to eat to get our strength up!" Still overly peppy. I think it too late to help her now.

Awkwardly, we all sit at the table, Haymitch sitting in-between Gale and I (Gale and I or Gale and me? I can't remember my grammer right now! ahhh!) so we don't fight again.

We all eat soup and crackers, then eat the main course (which is turkey, but honestly, who cares, right?). I would like to say that it was quiet the whole time, except that Finnick was flirting with Effie (obviously there is something wrong with his mind if he likes her, ugh!) and Gale is talking about hunting to no one in particular. Haymitch is getting himself drunk, which is no surprise. So I'm sitting here wondering how I even get sucked into this anyway. Lets see, he said he would meet me in the woods; then i got stuck under the fence; got out; Haymitch and Effie came-

My thoughts are interrupted by Gale's voice.

"Are you going to finish that?" he asks me, indicating the roll on my plate.

"No... Uh, here you go," I try to hand him the roll. Haymitch and Effie have already left the table so i don't have to reach around anyone to hand him the roll.

"No, Finnick's still hungry. He wants the roll." I hand Finnick the roll. I turn back to Gale.

"Why can't he ask me?"

"Why don't you talk directly to me?" asks Finnick

More awkward silence. Finnicks chews his roll loudly.

"Will you stop that!" Gale yells impatiantly.

Finnick stuffs the rest of the roll in his mouth and chews quickly, then swallows it. He looks around sheepishly.

We all look around awkwardly.

"Well, this is awkward," I say.

"No, really? I thought we were just having a stare off," says Gale sarcastically.

"Oh! A stare off? I want to play!"

We both stare at Finnick. Yup, the Games definately messed up his mind.

More awkward silence. The clock ticks in the corner. Wait -I look over at the clock- when did that get there?

"So... what now?" I ask

Finnick turns towards me. "I'm trying to decide which one of you should be trained by Haymitch."

I pause then state,"Wait, you said you wanted to train Gale! You said that I didn't look good enough next to you!"

Honestly, I think that sounds wrong, considering that I like Katniss.

"Gale might overshadow me with his looks though. All the Capitol girls will like him and not pay attention to me!"

How about I don't get trained by either of the freaks. Haymitch is too drunk and weird. Finnick is just plain weird and girl obsessed. I guess I'd rather be trained by Finnick. I already got trained by Haymitch. Besides, this will probably be the last time I'll be in the arena.

While Finnick sits at the table, still attempting to think, I try to find my room. Gale looks around the train because he's never seen so many Capitol things. Actually he doesn't ever see Capitol things.

I lie on my bed thinking. I'm going back to the arena. And I'm going to die. Or I'm going to kill someone. Technically, I agreed to it. I mean, I didn't say no. But what if Katniss liked Gale and didn't tell me. What if I kill him and he hates me? What if he kills me and she doesn't hate him.

As all these questions buzz around my head, someone comes to the door.

"What are you doing in my room?"

Who else would it be? Gale.

That's it for now, I gotta eat! so I'll try to update soon! Anyway, sorry its not that good1 Please Review!