Peeta POV:

I threw a glass at the wall and watched it shatter into a million pieces. How dare he, how dare he say that he has feelings for my Katniss. He is making out that he is some kind of hero saving Katniss from having to lose her boyfriend. He doesn't understand what I would give to be there for her right now. For me to be able to hold her in my arms and tell her that everything is alright. That is what loving someone is, not stopping someone from spending their last few days alive with the one they love. I prayed that my name would be reaped so I could protect her but once my prayers were answered he stopped me being able to protect her like only the ones you love can. He is no better than the careers, he just wants the glory.

I watch as Katniss blushes, she never blushes. She is glowing bright red with her jaw open. How could she look like this, what about me? WHAT ABOUT ME? Does she care that every minute I spend apart from her is a minute where a small part of me dies. She must know Gale doesn't love her, that it is all for the cameras. She has to know that. After everything she said about me to Caesar, she goes and reacts like this when Gale lies about his feelings. No, this is not my Katniss. My Katniss is loyal and perfect not a shallow, blushing little girl.

I calm my breaths, I am over reacting. Anyone would blush at what he just said about her and it isn't like she has feelings for him. She has told me countless times she has no feelings for him and as long as she doesn't have feelings for him, I don't have to worry. I grab a brush and clear away the shards of broken glass, if my mother saw me throwing the glass I would be in deep trouble. She stormed out the room when Katniss spoke about me to Caesar screaming about how I was a stupid selfish little boy and I would pay for my idiocies. So I did all I could think of and ran to my room before she came back, telling me it was all for my own good.

Gale POV:

I leave the interview area as fast as I can, I have to speak to Catnip, but she ran as soon as the lights went out. I chase after her but she is too fast. Once I have made my way up to our floor she has locked herself in her room and won't speak to me.

"Catnip please can you just let me explain." I am pleading with her and I can hear her sniffling.

"No, Gale you might have just ruined everything for me and Peeta. Or has that been your plan all along? Ruin everything even if you die in the process." Her voice is muffled so she must have already got into bed.

"I thought this might be the only way to bring attention to you. It looks like you have people fighting over you now. Catnip please can I just come in?"

"No! Stay away from me. If it was all a lie then why say it, I was already going to get sympathy sponsors because I have been taken away from the boy I love." Hearing her say that made me feel like she was stabbing me, 'the boy she loves' hearing her say that killed me but I had to ignore it. "And Gale," I stupidly felt myself holding my breath, "stop calling me Catnip I'm not fourteen anymore." That was it for me, she can be angry at me or hate me but I feel like I have lost my friend now, my only friend and there is no way I can make it up to her.

I am starting to think I made a huge mistake volunteering, I should have let Peeta go and then I could have seen Catnip when she came home heartbroken that the baker boy had died to protect her. If I had been there to pick up the pieces maybe one day she would have forgotten him. But clearly volunteering to save his life was not worth her affection and if that is true then maybe tomorrow I will be fighting for me to come home instead of her.

I can't think like this, I have to save her. I snap myself out of it and go to bed, tonight will be the night that I desperately need a good night sleep tonight. I crawl into bed but I can't sleep, I toss and turn but in the end I just sit in the living room for hours watching the only channel on the television. I is showing a repeat of a previous game and I try to concentrate as hard as I can try to learn the way the careers use their swords, which tactics work and don't work but all I can think of is tomorrow I will probably be dead or a murderer. That's when I notice that someone was watching me.