Ok so it's really late and my head is feeling all dizzy so if this chapter seems weird in anyway, it's because it is! :D

And BTW, Prim's more than just two weeks pregnant, she's a month? A month and a half? Three months? I don't know, since the last time I said they entertained. :P

Chapter 32

Nick's pov:

My head can't stop spinning. All these weeks apart and here she is. I almost immediately want to run to a stove and make her an omelet. I have to remind myself where we are.

I feel a pair of eyes drilling their glare into my head. I pull back from Prim and look over her shoulder. Thresh stands, not more than ten feet away watching me. He does not move, does not blink, I don't even know if he's breathing. His eyes don't hold the same boyish innocence they had when I first met him. Now there's something different staring at me from behind those dark glasses, something I don't like.

I leave Prim to go greet him. "Hey Thresh, how's life been treating you?" I stick out my arm for a friendly handshake. He does not say anything; he continues to stand there motionless and stares at my arm. "How's school been?" I ask trying to start the conversation. Still he says nothing. "Ok, well I'll see you around then." I leave and return to Prim.

"Prim is he ok?"

"He hasn't acted the same since we went camping all that time ago and it only got worse after we left 4."

"Does he just not talk?"

"He doesn't talk, doesn't move unless he has to, he hardly eats, and he stares. He'll talk to me occasionally but I haven't seen him talk to anyone else." It breaks my heart to see the worry in her eyes.

Just as I'm about to try an attempt at comforting her, her escort leads her away to show her the room she'll be staying in until the games begin. Soon later my escort comes for me.

Nahla and I are taken to the fourth level of the building. We have the whole floor to ourselves complete with our own bedrooms and a shared kitchen and living room.

I go to my bedroom on the left side of the hall and Nahla takes her room on the right. I throw myself onto my bed and lay there. I feel a mixture of happiness, sorrow, and worry. I was with Prim, we were going to die, and something is wrong with Thresh. I can't get his frightening glare out of my head. I bury my head into my pillow trying to force the thought away but it remains.

I hear the door swing open. I reposition myself on my bed to see Nahla standing in the doorway. She sheepishly knocks on the door she opened herself, "Mind if I come in?"

"Sure, what do you need?"

She closes the door behind her and sits at the foot of my bed. It's silent for a long moment, "So it's pretty cool you and Prim got to see each other, right?"

I smile widely, "It's fantastic! I missed her so much it literally hurt."

She smiles, "I'm glad to hear that. So…when do you think I can talk to her?""

"Oh yeah, entertainment, I almost forgot about that. Well, if you want, I can take you up to her room right now."

She smiles a flash of perfectly white teeth, "That'd be fantastic," she mocks my strange choice of adjectives.

We get in the elevator and stare at the buttons. Since we were district 4 and had the fourth floor I thought it safe to assume Prim's on the twelfth floor for district 12.

I lead Nahla through the hall. I knock on the first bedroom door I see. After a momentary silence I open it and stick my head in. Thresh sits on the bed glaring at me. I nearly scream at his frightening presence but somehow manage to mutter a 'sorry' and close the door.

I turn to a confused Nahla, "Wrong room," I explain. She nods in response.

We follow the hall to the second room. I knock on the door. "Come in," says the voice from inside.

I open the door and stick my head in like I had in Thresh's room. "Hey Prim, I have a friend that wants to meet you." Prim smiles widely, she's always loved meeting new people. I walk in the room and Nahla follows behind. "Prim this is Nahla, Nahla this is Prim."

They both smile and shake hands, "It's very nice to meet you Prim. You're all Nick talks about."

Both Prim and I blush a little. We all stand there in momentary silence, "Well I'm going to go," I say inching my way to the door, "And leave you guys to your girl talk." I close the door behind me. A second later I reopen it, "I'll be in my room if you need me." then I leave back to my room.

Nahla's pov:

I can't help but think how weird this is. The only girl I actually have ever spent "girl time" with was Kristina. Other than that I surrounded myself with guys. It caused less drama, because Kristina supplied me with enough to last a lifetime.

Prim throws herself onto the bed and smiles, "So what did you want to talk about?"

I look over her glowing skin and can't help but see her enormous swollen breasts. "There's actually a couple things I wanted to ask about."

She pats her bed in a friendly gesture for me to sit down. I sit down criss-cross on the foot of her bed. "Well ask away."

I crack my neck in a nervous habit, "Well first off, and please tell me if I'm coming off too strong, but are you with…er… child?"

Her face goes white but she quickly recovers to leap from her spot on the bed and put her hand over my mouth, "You can't tell anyone!" I nod and she removes her hand. She drops her head and stares at her tummy, "Is it already that obvious?"

"No," I try to comfort her, "It's not your tummy. Maybe it's just because I'm a girl, but I could tell because your skin looks really good and I occasionally catch you messaging your chest."

She blushes in embarrassment, "Guess I've got to watch where I do that." She lets loose a small giggle at the thought of her doing that in view of complete strangers.

"The other thing was, I was given a dress and I was hoping you could…help me through this."

She nods her head in a knowing expression, "Aww, entertainment."

"Yeah, I was wondering how exactly that's going to work."

"Well, a Capitol guard will come get you, and you'll follow them wherever they take you. They'll take you to a house where you knock on the door and a man will answer. After that..." her eyes glaze over as if she's revisiting her own past experiences, "After that… I can't remember."

"You can't remember? Haven't you done this like a million times?"

She looks a little taken aback, "Well yeah, but I've always had black outs because my mind doesn't like focusing on those things." I huff a little. "Look, I'm sure it'll be fine if you just let him do everything by himself. Pretend you're a rag doll." She suggested.

I frown, being a rag doll does not sound fun or the least bit comforting. "So what about you? They still having you entertain despite your condition?"

"They don't know about my condition and," I wait for her to pull a dress from her bag. If put on, the fabric would touch to the ground. It doesn't at all look like an entertainment dress, "Josh requested I wear this. I think he wants to talk about the kid."

"Josh? I thought you said they didn't know."

"Well Josh does because I think he planned this out."

My ears ring from the uncomfortable amount of information she trusts me with. My lips go numb. This is the other reason I usually hang with guys, they don't share secrets. I have a hard time keeping secrets.

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