Annie's POV
"I don't get this," Johanna says after she stabs herself with a knitting needle for the fourth time. "Why did I even agree to try it?"
"Knitting isn't for everyone," my mother says.
"I thought you would be good at it," I tell Johanna. "You know, because you're a sculptor."
"I'm more of a carver than a sculptor, and this is nothing like carving," Johanna sucks on her injured finger.
"So, Annie, don't tell your father I asked this," my mother starts. "But how's the sex?"
I drop my knitting needles and Johanna freezes mid-suck. "What?" I ask.
"Your brother and I have seen the way you and your roommate look at each other," Mom says. "Since you're clearly not in an actual relationship, and he's a model, we went with the most likely option."
Johanna starts laughing and my mouth falls open. "Mom, we're not sleeping together!"
"Who's not sleeping together?" Finnick comes in the kitchen.
"No one," I say.
Johanna continues laughing and says, "Oh my god, I wish you were my mother!"
"I'm sure you have a fine mother as it is," Mom says to Johanna.
"Hardly," Johanna laughs but I actually listen to what she said.
Apparently, Finnick notices it too because he asks, "What's that suppose to mean?"
Johanna shrugs. "My mom doesn't talk to me anymore."
"Why not?" I ask her.
"Because I didn't join the army," she says. "I have a good reason. When I was born, I had three older brothers. All of them joined a different part of the army. My oldest brother joined the air force, my second oldest brother joined the navy, and my other brother joined the marines. My two oldest brothers are dead. I don't want to wind up in a hole in the ground."
"That's kind of awful," I say.
"Yeah," she says. "But I've let it go. I miss my brother, though. He gets to come home in a few months, and I think I'm going to go see him.
"You definitely should," Finnick says.
"Okay." She stabs herself again with the knitting needles and swears. "I can't do this. I quit."
Johanna's POV
I stare at Remy's door, trying to decide whether or not to turn back. I sigh and knock.
He opens it and smiles at me. "What's up, Jo?" He kisses me and I pull away quickly.
"We need to talk," I say. "I think we need to break up."
"Why?" he asks.
"We both know that it's not working out," I say. "I like you, and you're great in bed, but . . . we shouldn't continue it."
"That's not all there is," Remy crosses his arms. "There's someone else."
I nod slowly. "I'm sorry, Remy. I really didn't mean for it to happen . . . but it did."
"I knew it. I told you it would, and you ignored me."
"Look, I'm sorry. I should go. I'll see you after New Year's, okay?" I turn and walk back to my car.
I dial Gale's number on my phone. "Hello," he answers.
"Gale, what are we?" I ask. I've never been known for subtlety.
"I don't know," he says. "What do you want us to be? And what about Remy?"
"Remy isn't an issue," I reply. "I just broke up with him. I couldn't stay with him in good conscience."
"Oh, well, I like you Jo. I like you a lot, but I don't want things to be weird between us," he says.
"Things are going to be weird between us no matter what," I say. "Unless . . ."
"Unless what?" he asks.
"Unless we become a couple," I say. "Look, I don't care what you say, I just want you to hear-"
"Okay," he interrupts. "I'm cool with that."
"Oh . . . okay," I say stupidly.
"Great, see you soon," he hangs up and I stare at my phone.
And then a hear a crash.
Gale's POV
"Who's this?" I say into my phone.
"It's me," I recognize Johanna's voice. "I need you to bring my wallet to the police station."
"Why are you at the police station?" I ask her.
"Well, I got in a car wreck-" she starts, but I interrupt her.
"What? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she snaps. "As I was saying, I got in a wreck, but I didn't have my license, because I left it in my wallet, which is on my nightstand. Then, I started arguing with the cop, and so now I'm in a holding cell at the police station. So, will you bring me my wallet?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in about ten minutes," I tell her before hanging up.
I run upstairs and grab Johanna's wallet off her nightstand. I go back down the steps and Annie asks, "Where are you going?"
"To bail Johanna out of jail," I reply.
"Really?" she asks. "I'm coming with."
"Me too," Finnick says and I just shrug.
We all pile into my car and hurry to the police station. When we're about a block away, a cop pulls us over.
"You were speeding," he tells me.
I sigh. "Look, we're going to the police station right now, so I can bail my girlfriend out of jail. Can you please just let us go?"
"No," the cop says, and I give him my license and registration. He writes me out a ticket, and I start driving again.
"When did Johanna become your girlfriend?" Annie questions.
"This morning," I reply.
"I called it," Finnick smiles triumphantly. "I told everyone that you were completely into her."
"He did," Annie confirms. "In fact, he said it multiple times."
"Just get out of the car," I say as we pull into the police station parking lot.
We walk into the building and instantly see Johanna. She's in a cell, standing as far away as possible from a hairy guy sleeping on the bench. I toss her the wallet and she shows it to the cop. He lets her out and gives her a bunch of paperwork to fill out.
She sits in one of the chairs and we all sit around her. "So, how'd you wind up here?" Finnick asks.
"Well, I got in a car accident, and the cop was driving me insane. I kept telling him that I left my license in my bedroom, but he refused to believe me. So he was like, 'Did you steal this car?' and I was like, 'No, I didn't fucking steal this car!' He brought me here when I told him to shut the fuck up and go to hell."
"You look like you belong here," Finnick teases.
"Just shut up," she growls. "If you're going to be useless, help me with this."
She hands him half the paperwork. I put my arm around her shoulders and hand her a pen. "Knock yourself out."
Peeta's POV
"She told a cop to go to hell?" I laugh into my phone. "She might be the only person who isn't mentally unstable who'd do that."
"I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure she's unstable," Finnick says, and I hear him get shoved- most likely by Johanna.
"Peeta, get back to work," Roberto yells at me.
"I've got to go," I tell Finnick. "Bye."
I walk back into the kitchen and Kelly asks, "What was that about?"
"My roommate told a cop to go to hell, and then, she had to be bailed out of jail," I say.
Kelly and Jared laugh. "You have an interesting life," Jared elbows me.
"Definitely," I say.
"It's better than our crappy lives," Kelly gestures to Jared and herself.
"Oh, please," I laugh. "Jared's wife is pregnant with their second child, and you just got a ton of money from your great uncle. You both have fine lives."
"Well, they aren't fun."
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