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I sigh loudly and Peeta sends me another tired smile in return. I get that going through all these newspaper clippings is for the betterment of Panem, but it is absolutely one of the most dull and frustrating things I've ever done. Worse than trying to write music.

And what are they even reading all these articles for anyway? When Katniss and Peeta/Haymitch go into the arena, what good is all of this information going to do? Knowing that half the Capitol is rooting for Enobaria won't help her find water, and knowing that the amount of Peacekeepers has been doubled again isn't going to get them food.

I rub my eyebrow. That was rude. I need to take a break from all of this before I bite someone.

"Guys I have to..." I wave in the direction of their house, not bothering to make up a lie.

They vaguely nod and mumble an 'okay', still focusing on the newspapers.

I slam the back door of Peeta's house behind me and look around for something vaguely interesting to pass the time. I would just go home, but with the way things are going in the district, my dad doesn't even know I'm there and my mother refuses to even get out of bed.

I hear the front door slam and I still. Who would bother coming to Peeta's in the middle of a Sunday afternoon that's not already here?

I peek around the corner and my heart leaps to my throat! Damn it all to hell! I was trying to avoid him!

Ever since the day Gale teased me in my own kitchen, he hasn't come by my house and I haven't bothered to go out looking for him.

I bite my lip thinking of my options. Confront him and get it over with. Hide like a scared rabbit until he goes outside, and then leave. Go back outside and when he gets there, ignore him and let Katniss and Peeta be a buffer.

But of course, Gale takes control of the entire situation. He is so bossy!

"Well if it isn't little Miss Undersee! Fancy catching you on this side of town," he says, jutting his chin and raising his brow.

Does he think that look makes him more attractive or something? More superior? More in control? Because to me, it makes him look stupid.

I purse my lips. "Well I do like to visit friends. Although the term friends might be lost on you. Having people that hang around you willingly, not because of familial obligations, might be a foreign concept to you."

His chin comes back to normal level and he crosses his arms. "Trying to trip me up with big words? Too bad I already know what they mean."

Is he twelve? Who throws in random big words just to win an argument anymore? And I didn't even use big words! The lumbering idiot.

"Well I'm glad the D12 school system hasn't failed you," I reply dryly.

He steps a bit closer. "That mouth is going to get you into trouble one day, Undersee."

"Really? Because I know a lot of people that happen to like my mouth."

...Where in the hell did that come from? A lot of people like my mouth, seriously? I'm such an idiot.

"Oh really?" his lips quirk in amusement before his eyes dart down to my lips. "and just who are these "people", Madge?"

There's no turning back. I have no idea how to get myself out of this mess, but I know that Gale will never let me live this down if I don't come up with something.

"That's none of your business. You weren't one of them. And stop staring at my lips like that!" I say, color rushing to my cheeks as her drags his eyes upward."

"Well I just had to see what it was about that mouth of yours that so many people like so much." What is with him and shooting that irresistible smirk at me? It makes him look like he's seconds away from taking me and having his way with me in the middle of Peeta's.

Not that I would object to it. It just makes it hard to focus on the argument at hand.

"Either way, I couldn't find anything. Are you sure people find it all that appealing?"

Why can't Peacekeepers come in and drag me to the Capitol right now? This conversation was beyond painful.

But I had to endure! Gale couldn't win this one!

I flip my hair behind my shoulder and stick my nose in the air. "I've never had any complaints."

He snorts. "From who? Mellark?"

My eye twitches before I suddenly smirk. "Actually, yes. He never said a word in complaints."

The smile drops from Gale's face and his eyes fly open. I relish in his shock. He doesn't need to know we were five and his parents just happened to be catering a Christmas party at my house.

His eyes narrow. "There's no way. I saw the Games last year. He couldn't have kissed you before he kissed Katniss."

Of course he would be able to tell Peeta was a rookie.

"It's not like we were giving each other lessons," I mumble looking at my shoes.

"Or it didn't happen." I see his boots come closer to me. I want nothing more than to run home and bury my head in my pillow until I can no longer breathe.

"Yes it did." His boots take another step toward me. Why does he always have to be near me when we argue? It's like he knows my ability to think declines the closer he gets.

"Or the good little mayor's girl hasn't had her first kiss and doesn't want to tell me."

The mayor comment vexes me enough to stop looking at my shoes and glare up at him.

"Yes I have!" I hiss. He raises an eyebrow and takes another step. I really wish he would stop moving so close to me. "You don't know everything so just shut up, you asshole!"

The second time I call him an asshole feels as good as it did the first time, but this time his reaction isn't as fun to watch. Like he's been called one a lot since the last time we were together.

Wouldn't surprise me.

He takes one last step and now we're close enough for my chest to touch his if I take a deep breath. And now I have to crane my neck up to look into his storm grey eyes.

"You're lying" he says, placing a hand behind my head on the wall behind. "And you remember what I said about liars."

My eyes flutter, but I keep them open through nothing but sheer willpower. "Their pants are on fire," I breathe.

"Mmhmm." His other hand drifts down my leg to the end of my dress, which is, admittedly, a bit short.

"But I'm not even wearing pants," I reply with a smirk of my own.

His eyes dart to my lips then back up to my eyes. "I know," he says tracing patterns on the skin of my leg before drifting upwards. "But dresses have their advantages too."

The fingers slowly inching their way to inappropriate places are wreaking havoc on my nerves. I can barely keep my eyes open! How am I supposed to stay strong?

But then again, staying strong is more than slightly overrated.

I grab his head, smashing his lips to mine. I can feel him smirk for a second before returning the kiss and I almost want to roll my eyes but that requires to much effort going to places in my body that aren't important and 'hot damn' this feels good.

The Slag Heap girls really weren't lying when they called him talented. I part my lips and he doesn't hesitate to invade my mouth with his tongue. Where does he even learn to do these kind of tricks? They feel too good to be legal.

After more than a few moments of pleasure, he pulls back slightly, breathing deeply. I bite my lip to keep any sounds of protest inside.

"Well I guess you weren't lying."

I smile slightly before lifting my eyes to meet his. They're filled with a soft amusement and I can't pass up the chance to mess with him.

"I know. I've been called quite talented," I say pushing past him to go back outside. I turn to give him a wink before opening the door with a smile.

Finally, he's the one left speechless.

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