A/N - Hello all! Chapter 3 is ready to be read and reviewed! It took me forever to write this, so I would have thought it would be longer, but it's here! It's got some sad moments but some humor, too. It DOES have some sensuality in it to those of you who don't want to read it. Just skip over it! (I thought the ending was pretty funny;)
Occy3- You read my mind! Don't worry.. Peeta's on his way! Read the 'next chapter preview' to find that out!
Well, I'm not really sure when I will get to put Chapter 4 up. Most likely tomorrow(Saturday) sometime but I have plans all day.. but they might get canceled. So please keep checking the Facebook page for when I will be posting Chapter 3. Again most likely tomorrow(Saturday) sometime, could be early in the morning or past midnight at night (my time). But then again, The plans I have might get canceled. Anyways, I'll shut up now! Enjoy lovies! Reviews are appreciated! - Macayla
We pretty much jog to the school to beat the unexpected rain. It was a little overcastted, but I didn't think enough for rain. When we get to the school, I lead Gale to the music classroom that Mrs. Mildred showed me. It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get the door open and step inside, Gale following behind.
"Man, it is a mess." He says under his breath as he's surveying the room.
I watch his as he does, His beautiful grey seam eyes glancing around the room. He's much different from the boy I met in the woods five years ago, heck, he's different from the boy I knew a few months ago. The mines and marriage has changed him. Mostly good changes. If I do anything, even bending over to pick up my arrows, he won't let me anymore. He insist he does them. At first I thought it was sweet, but now it's slightly annoying. I won't tell him that of course. But there's also a few changes that just don't seem to be like him. His usual bubbly spirit when coming out from the woods has disappeared, and has now been replaced by utter and complete exhaustion. I blame that solely on the mines.
"Well, I guess we should get crack'n. What's first?" He asks while wrapping his arms around me.
"I don't know.' I reply honestly. "I guess we should pick up all this paper on the floor first."
"Alright." He says. He unwraps his arms around me and walks past me to begin working, but not without slapping my butt.
A few weeks ago, or even last week I would have yelled at him for doing something like that. But now it only brings a grin to my face. The next ten minutes we pick up hundreds of sheet music and different type of music testes from the floor, placing them in a neat pile on top of the flat surface of the piano. I'll have to talk to Mrs. Mildred, or Principle Maddox about getting a desk from one of the old unused classrooms.
"Hey, look at this." Gale says while still bent over picking something up from the floor.
"What?" I ask while joining him.
He doesn't say anything as he hangs me the piece of paper and stands with me.
"I think it's something of your fathers. Did he use to use this room?" He asks.
I'm to preoccupied to answer. It's a half written Piano piece and lyrics, written in my fathers hand writing. It has a note written at the top-
My dear sweetheart,
I've written this piece in hopes, when your old enough, that your help me finish it. You bring so much joy to my life and this song describes it. Sadly, I've ran out of notes and words to describe you and the joy. That's where you come in. I love you, baby girl.
-Your Father.
I'm unaware of the tears in my eyes until I feel Gale wrap his arms around me and push the fallen hair away from my face. I examine the music, from being in the room for God knows how long, almost all the notes and lyrics are completely faded. I can barley read it, but I do my best. The lyrics are completely gone, so that's out of the question. But the notes are still there somewhat. To my surprise, it's acutely a slower song. I look up from the paper to see Gale's eyes trained on me. I know he's probably curious to what it is, so I hang him the paper. Glad that it's out of my sight and hands. It doesn't have any date, so I'm not sure when exactly he wrote it. But I must have been young, it said 'when your old enough'. But why was it left in this room? And the other piece I found with his hand writing? I'm not aware that he used this room. I would have thought Mrs. Mildred would have told me.
Gale doesn't say anything as he unwraps his one arm from around me and walk toward the Piano. Placing the paper next to the stack instead of in it. Right as he turns back toward me, that's when I start crying. Damn it.
He hurriedly jogs back over to me, rewrapping his arms around me. I lay my head on his chest while his hands make soothing circles on my back. I'm not crying hard, but enough to send a few stray tears down my cheek's. Gale says soothing words to me, but what helps the most it when he removes his hand's from my beck, and tilts me chin up. Kissing me right between the eyes. Once he does that, I finally stop crying. But now I have puffy red cheek's, watery eyes and a runny nose.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks in a calming voice. I shake my head no.
"Come on, we still got to clean this." I say.
I reach up and give him a quick kiss. All of a sudden I'm overwhelmed with desire, wanting more. It's the first time I felt that outside of at least our own house. But I hold back, knowing now isn't the time.
Over the next hour or so we work in silence. We finally get all the papers picked up and put into the pile, we grab the old broom in the corner and sweep the floors once we stack the chairs. While we do all this, I can't help but to continue thinking of my father. I at least manage to control the tears, but I catch Gale giving me concerned glances and it's making me mad. Why? I'm not really sure. He's worried about me I know. That's his job. But I don't need him continually being worried about me. I wait until I catch another one of his glances-
"Gale!" I shout angrily.
"What?" He asks calmly. Differing from my angry tone.
"I don't need your damn concern." I shout at him while dropping the broom I was sweeping with.
He come's over to me.
"Katniss, Why don't you go home. I'll finish this." He says calmly again. I'm even more mad now, but why?
"I don't need to go home, Gale! I'm not a child!" I shout at him again.
I see hurt in his eyes, and I immediately feel guilty. Yes I'm in a sad, down, upset mood. But I shouldn't be taking it out on him.
"I'm sorry." I say barley audible. Hoping he'll forgive me.
"It's ok." He says while wrapping his arms around me again. He leans his forehead against mine. "Do you feel better now?" He asks in a soothing voice.
"A little." I reply. I do feel better toward him, but I'm still sad and upset.
"Well, maybe this will help." He says through a whisper.
He meets my lips with his. Immediately deepening the kiss. It catches me a little off guard, but I begin kissing him back. I willingly let his tongue into my mouth. I feel it again, the desire. But we've never done it outside of our own bedroom. I'm hoping he'll quiet soon, but I don't want him to. He gently pushes me backwards until my back hit's the flat surface of the Piano. I should stop him. I know I should. But as soon as his hands go under my shirt and toward my chest, I know I'm to far gone now. When he squeezes, I moan, quite loudly into in mouth. This may be the first time we do it outside the bedroom. I'm I anticipating it? Or am I nervous? I'm a little bit of both.
He removes one of his hands from under my shirt and reaches behind me to move the stack of papers on top of the Piano. Then he gently picks me up, setting me on the edge of it. I wrap my legs around him. I know I should really stop his now. We shouldn't be doing this now, especially not here. But I know we are far gone now to quiet. He gently pushes me back until I'm laying on top of the Piano, with my bum just hanging off. I finally speak when I feel his hands undoing my pants-
"Gale." I say breathlessly.
"I'll make it quick." He says with a wink, remembering our conversation this morning. "It's my turn to get you back now."
Just as he finishes that sentence he pulls me pants and underwear down, but just to my ankles. His intentions are to make it quick. His quickly follows. He's tall enough, so he lines himself up with me, pushing into me slowly. The feeling is still new to me, although it's becoming more natural. But I still gasp when I feel him inside. With his hands, he grabs me underneath both of my legs, above my knees and quickly finds a rhythm. After almost a minute we both start to come at the same time. Just as our loud moans fill the room the door quickly swings open-
"Oh! Oh! Sorry!" Says Mrs. Mildred.
We both finish just as she slams the door back closed. I'm pissed now, not at her though, at Gale! He pulls out of me and pulls his pants up. I sit up, doing the same.
"Gale! You nimrod!" I say angrily. But all he does it start laughing. "Gale! It's not funny!" I shout through gritted teeth.
"I'm… I'm… sorry, but it is!" He says through his laughter.
"Not it's not!" I shout at him. I know my cheek's must be beet red now.
"Alright, alright." He says while slowly controlling his laughter. I keep a straight face. He must read my angered expression. "I'm sorry, ok?" He says apologetically.
I nod my head in response. It's not his fault that she walked in. Hopefully she'll act like it never happened. I will. Gale holds out a hand for me as I jump down off of the Piano. He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead-
"Thank you for that." He says. Then he resumes sweeping where I left off.
I try to rid my head at what just happened. In the next thirty minutes we manage to get the floors completely swept and cleaned and reset the chairs in the two semi circles they were in before.
"What's in those boxes over there?" Gale asks as I'm setting the last chair in place.
I hadn't even paid it much mind, but there's three good size boxes stacked on top of each other in the far corner of the room.
"I'm not sure. No one said anything about them." I reply as we both walk over to them. "I'll go ask Mrs. Mildred." I say. He nods his head in reply.
I leave the room and walk down a few hallways to where I know her classroom is. Hopefully she'll be in there. I find the door wide open so I slowly walk in. And thankfully she is there, writing what I'm assuming is Monday's lesson on the chalk board. I clearer my throat to get her attention.
"Oh, come in dear." She says while turning around. I walk in just a bit further.
I hope, pray that she won't mention what she saw a bit ago. But she does…
"I'm sorry, about…" She says, slowly trailing off from her words.
"It's ok. I'm sorry, too." I reply quickly. I know my cheek's must be beet red again because she's holding back a grin.
"Well, I was coming to see if you two needed any help?" She asks.
I tell her about the boxes and she tells me she doesn't know what they are. I lead the way back to the room with Mrs. Mildred following. When were back in, she flashes Gale a genuine smile and stares at the boxes.
"Well, I guess were going to have to open them up and find out!" She says cheerfully.
We do just that to find nothing but a bunch of school supplies in two of them, and sheet music in another. She leaves the music and a few of the supplies with me and takes the rest to Principle's Maddox office. I finish getting the room ready, which only takes me a few minutes. When I finally look around the finished room, I'm, for the first time, feeling a bit excited. Still nervous, but excited. It must be around lunch time because my stomachs growling and I'm pretty sure I can hear Gale's, too.
"Well, I guess it's ready. Do you have to be back with the guys?" I ask. Hoping he won't.
"No, they let me go for the day." He says through a smile.
"Ok, good. Let's go home for lunch. I'm starving." I say.
"Me too. And I wasn't quite finished with you yet." He says with a wink. I blush just on queue.
I guess were passing another milestone. Talking and even doing it outside the bedroom.
The rain has somewhat stopped when we leave the school and start the walk to our home in the Seam. Just as we walk up our front porch it starts to pour down rain this time. Gale goes in the house first, then myself.
"What are you guys doing here?" Gale says playfully.
I step around him to see Prim and Posy, sitting at the table eating something. Posy has something white smeared across her face.
"Mama made pudd'n." Says Posy while practically jumping from her seat with excitement.
It's something only on occasions she or my mother are able to make. It's hard to get the ingredients'. I pull out a chair in front of them and take a seat.
"So what's this got to do with the two of you being here?" I ask playfully as well. Prim goes to speak but Posy cuts her off-
"Mama told us to tell you, so you can have some." She says while sticking a spoonful of the pudding into her mouth.
"Were you guys planning on doing 'something'?" Says Prim while raising her eyebrows and grinning.
I almost fall out of my seat at her question. Gale starts cracking up behind me.
"Prim!" I shout.
"Hey! I was just asking." Says Prim defensively through her light laugh.
I look over to Posy who seems to be utterly confused.
"What were you planning on doing, Kat Kat?" Asks Posy curiously. Prim speaks before I do-
"Sex Posy." She says. Now Gale's busting on laughter. I hear him slap his hand on the kitchen counter. I can't believe my thirteen year old sister is talking like this.
"Prim! That's enough!" I shout. Doing my best to hold in this random bit of laughter.
"What's sex?" Asks Posy. That's when I lose all control of my laughter….
Chapter 4 Preview: How will Katniss answer Posy's difficult question? How will Katniss's first day as District 12's Music Teacher go? And what will happen will when a certain blond hair, blue eyed baker's son becomes her student?