A/N: Hello! Another chapter is here:)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games:(

Katniss POV (1 week later)

'Kat, I know Peeta is a douche and you wasted a few weeks of your life on him but for God's sake, will you unlock the door and let me in?' Finnick yells through my locked bedroom door.

You see, while I was in the hospital with Peeta, I completely forgot that the day Peeta was sent to the hospital, was the second to last day of term before the summer holidays; and after the day last week, when everything turned upside down, I was so thankful that it was.

And I've spent the last week locked in my bedroom, only sneaking out for food when mum's at work and Prim's being looked after by her friend, Rue's, mum.

She doesn't trust me to look after Prim anymore, because of my depression.

Now I understand how my mother felt after my daddy's death. This is why I promised myself I'd never fall in love, not really, I'd just date people for the reputation.

Yet Peeta was different, an exception.

But I've promised myself, never again.

'Go away Finnick!' I scream, my voice muffled by the pillow my face is planted in to, 'I'm sick and tired of boys! They're stupid,' my voice breaks at the end and I start crying again.

'You don't think I'm sick and tired to? I'm sick and tired of coming here every single day, trying to coax you out of your room! So you open this fucking door right now, or I will burst through it,' he growls, exasperated.

I groan, knowing full well that he will break my door, and push myself off the bed and open the door, falling straight in to Finn's arms, not giving him time to see my red, tear stained face.

'Shh, I'm here,' he whispers, picking me up and carrying me over to my bed, 'I'm sorry about Peeta, really, but you've got to get over him. You know that, right?'

I nod in to his chest.

'Tell me a story,' I whisper, like a three year old girl, 'a real one. That makes boys sound good.'

He chuckles at my vulnerability, but starts to tell me a story in a hushed voice any way.

'Do you remember when we first met, and then a week later I came to your house?'

'Yes.'

'Well, you forced me to play house with you. Your daddy cooked us some meat and your mum made cakes, and we pretended Primrose was our little baby and had a big family dinner. And every time I came to your house we'd play house, and you wouldn't stop gushing about how much you loved me and we were going to get married.'

'You made that up!' I find myself giggling for the first time in weeks. Finn shrugs.

'Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. You'll never know,' he winks, 'anyway, a year or two later, Jeremy Teal kissed your cheek then laughed at you. That was the day you swore off boys. The only boys you would talk to were me and your daddy.'

'Where are you going with this?' I ask.

'I have absolutely no idea,' he admits, shaking his head and chuckling.

We sit in silence for a few minutes before he breaks it.

'I can understand why Peeta was upset. You know we never told him we were best friends?'

'I know. But he could at least have given me time to explain, you know?'

'I understand.'

'I'm never speaking to boys again,' I mutter, crossing my arms and rolling off Finnick, who's sat mocking hurt.

'Well, then I'm never talking to girls again!'

After a few seconds we both burst out laughing.

'You know, your story did nothing to make me feel better. Boys still see as bad as before,' I tell him.

Before I know what he's doing, he runs over to my CD player and turns it on, then dims the lights, before returning to me.

'May I have this dance?' he asks, raising his eyebrows and offering a hand.

'You may,' I say, holding his hand. He pulls me in and twirls me, and again, just like in the hospital, I know that, should anyone walk in right now, they would think we were a couple.

But we're not, because Finnick has Annie… and I had Peeta.

Never again.

A/N: So yayayay another chapter please review:)