(AN: Hi I'd really like you to review this one because I've introduced A new character and I'd love to hear your views on him also where you would like me to go with him and Johanna, thank you!)

When Finnick doesn't call after a week of being home I realise he's sulking. He's sulking because I didn't admit it back. Because even though I'm mean, I would never dream of coming between him and Annie not when she's so mad. I won't deny that I don't miss him already but that doesn't mean I've forgiven him for burdening that on me. It was after all him who said I was his 'substitute'. I'm tempted to call him though but I'm scared it'll be Annie that answers and I don't want to cause any trouble. I don't even think she's aware of Finnick and I's 'friendship' or whatever you want to call it. I push it out of my mind and trudge out of my house and into the snow. I've gone and forgotten my list but I don't turn back because if I do I'll end up picking up the phone. I'm filling a plastic bag with Egor's favourite oranges when a voice behind me startles me. "Didn't have you down as neighbourly." Chuck laughs. He's carrying some beat out wooden chair that I'm presuming he's doing up at their family furniture shop. I roll my eyes.

"How'd you know they're not for me?" I point out passing the trader the money and continuing down the market. "You look more of a... Apple kinda girl...wicked witch and all." He smiles tossing me an apple which lands in my hand with ease.

"You're calling Johanna Mason a witch? Bad move pal. Were you alive for my games?" I say patronisingly.

"I'll have you know I'm a year older than you Miss and like I said I'm bad." He chuckles mysteriously giving me a wink and heading off. I'm dying to know what makes him so 'bad' that he can shoot comments off like that. I eye him suspiciously as he continues back to his shop. The trader behind the materials stall is laughing to himself as I stare in confusion. "You know about him?" I ask the old man. He tilts up his head to look at me.

"For a good sale I'll tell you everything you need to know." He says cheekily. I roll my eyes. How desperate am I to know? I smirk placing the coins onto the stall. It's hardly gonna affect my bank balance anyway. I scan across the stall and all it's different materials. But my eyes suddenly stop on a glittery silver one. I immediately pick it up. It's Silver's birthday in a couple of weeks. "Come on then cough up." I say leaning in closer.

"I don't know. That's not really a good sale." He debates.

"Look I'm not this nice all the time. Cough up." I say firmly and the slight rise of his shoulders tells me he's given in.

"Fine. He was kicked out of school at 14 for talking all this rebellious stuff. They've been trying to keep that boy grounded ever since. But he assaulted a Peacekeeper the day after his brother was reaped and put him in hospital. Chuck got a few scars for that the one mind." He sighs. I'm guessing he either knows Chuck's grandad or this mans the neighbourhood busy body. Well that's why Chuck was bad then. Compared to what I've done, I can't help find it amusing.

"Stay away from him girl. He's bad news." The man tells me as he passes me my material, there's warning to his voice as well.

"I'm bad news too." I say sharply snatching the bag from his hands and walking home. Bad news ay? Sounds more just like a boy who has a mind of his own unlike all these other Capitol brainwashed kids around here.

I walk back slightly smug that I had found out this mysterious boys secrets. But all that smugness is torn away for me when I return to a message on my answering machine. 'Hey Mason.' Finnick's husky voice comes out of my answering machine. 'I just want to apologise for what I said. I know it was cruel and even though I was drunk I still said it. Perhaps I was using you and I hate myself for that but it's too late now. Please just give me a call sometime.' The message finished and the beeping began. Finally. An apology. But even hearing his apology didn't make me feel any better. I wasn't sure why perhaps it was because in the next breath he admitted it was true. I don't know why I care but I do. And no I'm not some crazed Odair fan that's heartbroken at the fact he doesn't 'love' me because I'm not the type who fantasises but it's still hurt me. There I admit it. I don't love him but a tiny part of me hoped he loved me because however heartless I've always been, I like the feeling of someone loving me.

The next day I go out into the cold to go see Egor since I got so carried away with my new knowledge that I didn't deliver his oranges. But yet again I'm startled by that voice! "Ah so you deliver oranges to the elderly. You working on your reputation?" He asks me sarcastically. I turn around walking back to the end of Egor's drive. "Course not. So what brings you to this side of town?" I ask him referring to the fact he's actually in victors village. Chuck's eyes drop to the ground slightly embarrassedly.

"Community Service Ma'am." He reveals to me saluting me like you would a peacekeeper. I manage to hide my smile.

"Hmm badass. You not intelligent enough to not get caught? Whole market knows about your little stunt." I tell him letting him know that I know everything about him. He looks genuinely disappointed that I know. I guess he wanted to keep me guessing on that one.

"Well your offences weren't classed as 'offences' they were classed as entertainment. Laters Mason." He leaves me again contemplating on something! Wow this man is good at that! Perhaps that man on the material stall was right since Chuck hardly looks phased by his punishment. I can't help find similarities between the two of us though. Maybe I've found someone just as rebellious as me. Nice to know we're not all saints in District 7