AN: Sorry, I haven't updated in so long. I've been reading a story called Love Lessons by David Belbin. I suggest that everyone goes and reds it: It's awesome! Also, I've been visiting my dad in hospital because he's had a knee replacement. (Ouch!) And today I had to go doctor's for a needle.:( Please forgive me!

Jesse

There's silence for about a minute. Obviously, if I had actually done something I would've got much a higher score but Snow ordered me to lay low and that's what I'm doing. I put a disappointed expression on my face and put my head in my hands. I don't look up until I hear someone stand up abruptly. I lift my head and find Hope standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.

"A three?" she yells and I'm surprised at how angry she is. I'd thought she would've liked the news knowing that she has more chance of living. She doesn't let me answer. "I don't know what game your playing but I don't like it. You've been acting like your weak and you nearly convinced me as well as the whole of Panem. But something tells me you're not weak and I want to know what is going on!"

"Hope, manners!" Effie warns but the angry Mockingjay ignores her.

"Do you want to get yourself killed?" she snaps.

"Maybe I do!" I explode. "I've got no one to live for, unlike you! You have parents and a family and friends… what do I have?"

"You have me! You would have the whole of Panem too if you tried!" she yells.

"I have tried, Hope! I've told you time and time again that I'm not going to make it past the bloodbath so why are we even arguing about this?" I ask, my voice getting quieter and quieter until it's a whisper. Tension is in the air and so is the sound of both mine and Hope's heavy breathing. Hopefully, I will make it past the bloodbath. I know I'm working for Snow but I can still die. Having such a low score will make everyone forget about me whereas Hope has an incredibly high score.

"Because I don't want you to die," she whispers. I don't know what to say. She wants me to live?

"You know we can't both live. I'd prefer it if you came out alive," I say and she shakes her head.

"You deserve to live," she replies and this time I shake my head. I don't deserve to live; I've been planning to kill her for years and now that I've got to know her I don't want to let her out of my sight. But I don't think now's the time to mention that… especially when we're still talking in front of her parent's and Effie and our stylists.

"No, you do. Maybe one day you'll find out why," I say and with that I stand up and leave the room.

I know tomorrow we are each going to spend four hours with Effie and then another four with her parent's. We decided days ago that since we're ally's we could train together instead of separately… I'm regretting that decision now. It's going to be awkward since we've being screaming at each other. Talk about awkward- I have to talk to her parent's. It's probably going to be harder for them because they want their kid to come out alive.

I go to my room and lay on my bed, the all that yelling has tired me out. My eyes grow heavy and I give in to sleep. I've just started to drift off when a few quiet knocks fill the air. I sit up and rub my eyes. "Who is it?" I call out.

"Peeta," a kind voice replies. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I reply and Peeta walks in. He comes over and sits on the side of my bed.

"Are you okay?" he asks, kindly.
"I'm fine, really."
"I'm sorry about Hope," he replies and I shrug.

"It doesn't matter. You'd think she'd be happy that I had a low score," I chuckle. Peeta smiles sadly.

"I think she likes you," he whispers and my eyes widen.

"Nah," I say. "I'm just a weak orphan."
"It doesn't matter if you live in the orphanage like it didn't matter to me that Katniss lived in the Seam. It's the person that you like," he replies.

"She doesn't like me," I insist.

"Maybe," he sighs. "I just wanted to come say sorry. I know Katniss and I haven't been the best mentor's ever but I think you're smart enough to understand. Besides a low score is not a bad thing whereas Hope is in more trouble now. I didn't want her to team up with Jeremy. I don't mind Finnick because I know he'll never hurt her and something tells me you won't either."

"I won't," I admit and he smiles. "So, I guess I'm not the only one who thinks teaming up with Jeremy is a bad idea. Both Finnick and myself have tried to change her mind but she's too stubborn."

"Just like her mom," Peeta laughs.

"Yeah, I guess."

"But I think she's right. About you being stronger than we think, I mean. Yes, you're thin but it doesn't mean you can't do stuff," Peeta says.

"If I do get past the bloodbath then I'll look after your daughter," I promise.

"I know you will," he smiles. "You're a good guy. You kind of remind me of myself- thinking that you can't win and all."

I shrug again. What else am I meant to say?

"I leave you to sleep now. As Effie would say 'tomorrow is going to be a big, big, big day!'" he says and stands up.

"Thanks," I reply and he nods before leaving my room. Once he's gone I sigh and lay back down. I don't know what I expected him to say but it wasn't that. I shake my head and close my eyes. I can think more tomorrow but right now I'm tired. With a big yawn I drift off to sleep.

Hope

(The Next Day)

The four hours with Effie seemed to drag. She put me in six-inch heels and got me to walk without falling. Let's just say Effie and I are not the best of friend's. All Jesse had to do was sit on a chair while Effie told him how to sit straight. I bet he loved watching me stumble and fall even though he did catch me once or twice. When we first saw eachother at breakfast we didn't utter a word to eachother. To be honest we haven't said anything to eachother at all.

"Stop dipping your head," Effie orders for the seventh time. "You are just like your mother. That's it. I don't know what's got in to me but I can't deal with it anymore.

"I am not mother!" I yell, standing up and for once not stumbling in the heels. "I dip my head, yes. I hunt, yes. I put my hair in a braid, yes. But I'm not my mom so can everyone stop telling me that I am!"

Frustrated tears fill my eyes and I run towards the door; or try to anyway. I stumble and the next thing I know I'm lying on the floor. I scream in frustration and pull the shoes off my feet before throwing them at the window. The last thing I hear before walking out of the room is the sound of smashing glass and Effie's loud shriek.

AN: Not the best chapter ever. I had a bit of writer's block but I finally wrote something even if it is rubbish. REVIEW!