A/N Imagine Randy Jackson saying to you, "Yo, yo Chicken Cutlet." I would die. Anywhore I am so sorry that this update is so late. The computers at me house aren't working so I can't write there, I hate writing on my phone or Kindle. So the only place to write is my library and it's like a ten minute walk and I'm just lazy. Sorry not sorry, I'm just a superstar. Okay that's it for today my dear Chicken Cutlets. Thank you and enjoy!

*Two Weeks Later*

Finally after a lot of begging and screaming, Thresh is letting me leave early. I had some surgery to insert a metal rod into my leg and the dumb ass doctors told me I had to wait at least three weeks before I could walk with the crutches but they're letting me off with two. Probably because I've been one of the most destructive patients. I even broke a nurses finger after she tried to inject an IV without me noticing. It felt good. Eventually my Mom finishes signing the discharge papers and we're walking out of the hospital. The only conversations we've had have been curt and to the point. Nothing to deep, and nothing to dangerous.

She leads me to her car, trying to help when we get to the curb but I shove her away. My precious truck was totaled in the accident, luckily I have enough money saved up to get a used one. It won't be as nice, but I need one nonetheless.

With a little bit of help I get myself into Mom's car while she takes me crutches to the trunk. I double check my seat belt and make sure it's definitely holding me in place. Mom returns a moment later and starts the car without a word.

"Can you take me to the jail?" I ask as we pull out of the parking lot. She turns sharply and looks at me.

"Why do you want to go there?" she questions.

"I want to go see Gale." I reply blandly. None of my family members really like Gale. They all think he's a bad influence, when in reality, I'm the one who actually got him into drinking. Mom sighs but turns down towards the station anyway.

"You know Katniss, I really am glad you're okay." she says suddenly. "And I'm very sorry for how I responded a couple weeks ago." I don't respond, not wanting to end up in another argument. She probably senses this, so she stays quiet as well. Soon enough we're pulling up to prison and Mom tells me she'll just pick me up in a couple hours. I thank her and walk into the station. A man in uniform is sitting at a desk in the corner of the front room. I carefully make my way to him.

"How can I help you Miss? Are you here to see someone?" he asks kindly. He looks vaguely familiar but I brush it off.

"Um yeah, Gale Hawthorne." I say to him. He nods and types some things into his computer.

"Ah yes. In here for...drunk driving and causing unintentional injury?" he looks up at me.

"That's the one." the man nods and tells me to follow him. I move through the narrow hallways carefully trying not to get my crutches stuck on anything. A few people nod to the man leading me and he always smiles and says hello. The way he acts and carries himself also seems familiar. A sudden snap of fingers brings be back to reality.

"Alright, right through here." he smiles. I don't thank him as I go to the end of the hall. see Gale sitting on a bed chatting with whoever is in there with him. With my crutch, I tap the cell bars bringing his attention to me. He jumps and faces me.

"Oh my God, Katniss." he exclaims walking to the front of the room. "I can't believe your here. How's your leg? I am so sorry." I can't help but chuckle a little at how frantic he seems.

"Damn Hawthorne, who's the eye candy?" his cellmate smirks behind me.

"Oh shut it Darius." Gale snaps, shooting him a glare.

"It's fine Gale." I say, making him look at me again. "And I'm fine. No concussion but I did shatter my leg somewhere. I get surgery for it again in a month or so." I shrug.

"I am so sorry, Katniss." he apologizes again. "I should have let you drive, you were a lot less drunk than I was. I'm so incredibly sorry." never in the few years I've known Gale have I heard him apologize this much.

"It's fine. Honestly." it really is though. I'm not going to hold anything against him. At least I'm not dead. "Anyway, shouldn't you be getting out soon? I though the sentence was only two weeks long."

"It is. I'm getting out tomorrow." he assures me. "Oh and did you recognize the cop that escorted you?" Gale asks. I shake my head, no. "It's Bannock."

"Who the hell is that?" maybe being confined in a cell is making Gale go crazy.

"Bannock Mellark. Peeta's brother." Gale explains like I'm only a toddler.

"Are you fucking serious?!" I exclaim. He nods, his eyes widened slightly.

"Yeah. Who knew that someone related to Peeta could be a police officer." Gale laughs slightly. Darius stands up from where he was previously seated and joins Gale by the bars.

"I have heard so much about this Pita Bread guy. Who the hell is he?" he asks.

"Katniss's old boyfriend," Gale says seriously, looking at Darius. I stick my crutch through the cell bars and smack him in the ankle.

"Shut up. He's just a super old friend of mine." I notice when I say friend, Gale mouths to Darius, 'boy'. Darius and Gale both chuckle when I roll my eyes. "He's acting weird now though. He like keeps trying to like...talk to me."

"It's because you're so approachable, Catnip. Who wouldn't want to be friends with you?" Gale questions sarcastically.

"You are the funniest person you know." I shake my head.

"You know it baby." Gale grins. Just then I hear laughter erupt pretty close, but not close enough to hear whatever they're laughing about. "Jesus, they're loud." Gale then mutters.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groan when I see Bannock and Peeta walking towards us. Peeta doesn't see me at first, but when he does he waves. "Are you stalking me now or something?" Peeta either doesn't catch it, or chooses to ignore the venom in my voice.

"Good to see you Katniss." he smiles. "What happened to your leg?"

"I was in an accident." I reply curtly.

"Hope you get better soon." he smile again, then walks away with Bannock. I look back to Gale and Darius. They're both smirking.

"What?" I demand.

"Boyfriend," Darius says.

A/N Short and boring I know, I know. I promise we're almost to some Everlark. Just give me some time. Anyway, I have to get a some ear test because my ear is stupid and if the test results don't come back good enough I might have to get ear surgery! Yay! Apparently I have had something wrong with my ear since I was like 7 and it started bleeding on the inside a couple days ago and it hasn't stopped so yeah.

PLEASE REVIEW BECUASE I DON'T WANT SURGERY ON MY EAR!

Ily and DFTBA!