Hello fellow Everthorne enthusiasts. Me again. Before I begin I just wanted to give a shout out to #KylieGrace17 for being amazing and if u haven't read her book, 'Not Real" then what the hell are you waiting for! By far one of my favs. Anyway plse enjoy. Super nervous here. Damn it why is writing so hard but I refuse to turn down this challenge. Go on n read and keep loving GALE!! (squeals like an obnoxious fan girl)

Its been quite a week. Lemme just do a recap here. When we arrived at the Capitol, we rode on chariots with our capes on fire,scary, I stuffed my self with pounds of the most delicious food I've ever tasted in my life, I pissed off the game makers by shooting at their buffet, I just had an interview with Ceaser Flickerman wearing a dress that looked like it was on fire infront of thousands of the weirdest people I've ever seen, Oh and Peeta just confessed his undying love for me in front of the whole of Panem. What am I doing now? Well I just pushed Peeta on a vase and now his hands are bleeding. 

"You had no right to do that" I yelled at him. 

"What's going on here?" Haymitch asked while picking up Peeta. 

"You! This was your idea wasn't it!" ,I acussed him. 

"No. It was mine", Peeta said. 

" You should be really thankful. He helped you out a lot with this 'star-crossed lovers' thing." Haymitch sneered at me. 

"She's just worried about her boyfriend" ,Peeta said as Portia attended to his wounds. What did he just say? Is he actually implying that Gale is my boyfriend? Am I implying that? 'No Katniss. Stay focused.' I told myself. 

"He's not my boyfriend!, I yelled at him. 

" Who's 'he'?", Cina asked who was silently observing our little fiasco. 

"Gale.", Peeta said bluntly trying to mask something as he cringed a little at my best friend's name but it was barely noticeable. "Oh." Cina said as he quirked an eyebrow most definitely remembering me telling him about Gale before the show. I curse myself under my breath trying to suppress a blush but don't succeed. 

"He's my best friend!", I said in resentment. 

" Oh whatever", Haymitch said as he waved his hand in the air obviously fed up with the conversation. "Just keep it up.", he said leaving for his room. I glare daggers at Peeta before I leave for my own room. I burst through the door boiled with rage. Who does he think he is. Obviously if you involve me in a plan you should at least notify me if not get my approval. 'Star-crossed lovers', I scoff at the thought. After cursing Peeta a little more my thoughts wander back home. 'I wonder how mom and Prim are taking this', I sigh to myself sadly. Then I begin to worry what Gale thought of the interview. Of Peeta saying he loves me. My stomach starts to squirm a little inside followed by a brief pang of guilt. Why am I even feeling like this? I don't even know how I feel about Gale. I push the thoughts out of my head and decide to take a shower to cool my anger. I just begin to ease out of my stressed mood when Effie knocks on the door rather annoyingly, telling me its time for dinner. I grunt in displeasure at this and get out to get dressed. After dinner they're going to announce the scores of our private session with the game makers which I'm not too happy about considering I shot that arrow through the apple in their pig's mouth.

We're all done eating and are now awaiting the scores. Peeta gets a 7 which he seems considerably happy about. I hold my breath as they announce my score. I got an 11! I sit there getting congratulated by everyone, being that the top score is 12, but pure shock is written all over my face. Then I feel a wave of relief. "Oh don't look so surprised., says Haymitch, " the Capitol loves you and you can thank Peeta for that." I look over at Peeta who smiles halfheartedly. I take a moment to think about this. Its very possible that this star crossed lover stuff made me popular and drew in potential sponsors because nothing like this has ever been done. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he was trying to help me. Then it dawns on me that he did me a huge favor and I feel the sour taste of guilt for yelling at him and cutting his hands. I say a quiet "thank you" and try to hide my embarrassment that clearly shows. After dinner I get to my room and lay on my bed dreading tomorrow. Tomorrow the games begin and I'm in no way prepared. I think of how I miss my family and wish I could hold Prim one last time. Tears pierce my eyes and I begin to sob quietly. 'I can't do this. I can't make it' I think bitterly to myself. Suddenly a thought seeps into my head, 'No. You can do this' 'I believe in you.' The words of Gale echo in my head. They oddly comfort me and calm me down. He's still there for me even if he's not here.'I can do this', I tell myself 'and I will. For Prim. For Gale.'

Aaaaaaand scene. Its not all that but eh. I didn't put in the balcony scene cuz honesty I got nothing. I'll try harder to do better I promise or should I say I primrose *laughs awkwardly* OK lame wordplay. Still nervous....... Any who see u in the next chap.

T out. ✌Peace

And I mean it kind of in a hippie way;)