“I know what you’re doing,” Madge’s voice pulled Gale out of his thoughts. He turned his head sharply, crossing his arms and narrowing his gaze. “I don’t think she’d like it much.”
“And what exactly am I doing?” he asked, his arms tightening across his chest. The mayor’s daughter had no right being here in his meadow, telling him things he didn’t want to hear.
“Oh, come on, Gale,” Madge frowned. “You take a new girl to the Slag Heap every night.” Gale raised an eyebrow and sauntered across the meadow to her. “And I know why you’re doing it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said firmly.
“You’re trying to distract yourself from Katniss being in the Games,” Madge said quietly. “I know you.”
“You don’t know me,” he nearly snapped.
Madge sighed, tugging on the tips of her hair. “Listen, I know you’re upset but fooling around with a whole bunch of girls isn’t going to change anything. It isn’t going to make her come home.” Gale balled his hands into fists, what did she know? She was just some girl from town.
“Get out of here,” he snarled. “What are you doing here anyway? No one asked you to…”
“I just wanted to let you know,” Madge sighed, “that there are other ways of dealing with things.” Gale blinked at her a few times while processing her words. “Katniss is my friend too.” He noticed how she said is instead of was. “And I don’t mean the Slag Heap.”
Gale smirked, his arms crossing over his chest again. “Don’t worry Undersee,” he said. “It never once crossed my mind to take you there.”
With that Madge stormed off, giving up trying to offer some sort of friendship, some sort of truce for the time being. She was right, though. There were other ways for him to distract himself. Pissing off a pretty blonde being one of them.