"No, no, no! Prim, I've already told you, NO!

I was crossing the limit today. Sure, I asked this question every day, but today, I was determined to get "yes," for an answer. My big sister, Katniss, tolerated this, but now, I could tell she was getting irritated. But I wasn't going to give up now.

"It's free! And besides, my school isn't going to be a boarding school anymore! If you won't let me stay at home with you, I have to go somewhere! I've always wanted to join an art class!" Katniss bit her lip, as if considering it, then shook her head. "It's too dangerous." She muttered. "You're going to be alone! I don't even know the teacher!"

I sighed, then replied, "Katniss, I am 17. I can stay somewhere by myself. I can do this. Rue and Rory are going to be there too!" Katniss twirled her long braid, then nodded. "Cato is not going to pick you up, alright?" Cato is Katniss's idiot of a boyfriend. I have no idea how they got together, because Cato is a rude jerk. She tries to keep us apart, which is fine by me because I hate him.

I pumped my fist in the air. She said yes! I am going to art class foe the first time in my life!

I nervously opened the door of the classroom art class was supposed to be held in. Mostly everyone seemed to be there, except for the teacher. The desks were in groups of two, so I figured that we needed to get a partner. I noticed a blonde-haired and a black-haired girl sitting at the front. They seemed to be about Katniss's age (22). I then locked eyes with Rue, at the back of the class, who motioned me over.

"I can't sit with you, sorry!" she exclaimed before I could say anything. "I'm sitting with Thresh!" Rue let out a little giggle, and I smiled. "That's great!" I whispered. It was common knowledge to me that Rue had a crush on Thresh, a boy in our grade. I gave her a high-five, and she went to sit back down. Where was I going to sit? I thought.

Rory walked into the room, his black hair swept back. He was arm and arm with his little brother, Vick. Rory's eyes were a soft and beautiful, and I felt like I could swim in them… Yes, I do have a crush on Rory. At the beginning of the year, I swore I would ask him out, but whenever I saw his eyes, I was suddenly too scared to do it. He sat down… next to Vick. Of course he would! I was beginning to think that maybe Katniss was right. Maybe I shouldn't have taken this class.

A blonde-haired man walked into the room. He had an easy smile, and charming blue eyes. The girls in the front sighed, and I was beginning to realize why they took this class. "I am Peeta Mellark!" he boomed in a friendly manner. "I have been teaching art for a while, and yeah, I am a professional. I am 22, and I own a bakery down the street. But that's not important. What is important is learning to draw. And that is why I am here." I took a liking to Peeta Mellark right away. "Everyone, the person next to you will be your partner-" Everyone involuntarily turned their heads to face their partner except for me. "you will draw a picture of someone that means a lot to you. Your partner will evaluate it." I bit my lip, and nervously raised my hand. "Excuse me?" I called. "I don't have a partner." Everyone was staring at me, and I tried not to blush. Rue mouthed the words "Sorry," to me.

Peeta laughed, and answered, "Well I'm available!" As soon as those words escaped his lips, the blonde-haired girl raised her hand. "I don't have a partner either!" she whined. Peeta stared at her blankly, then answered, "There's someone next to you. You can be their partner." The girl sighed, and shot me a death glare.

"Papers are in that orange bin over there-" Peeta pointed to a bin above the sink. "and coloring materials are in the bins next to it. You may begin." Everyone got up, and scrambled to get their utensils. When I got my items, I sat down. Peeta sat in the spot next to me.

There was no question of who I would draw. It was obviously Katniss, the best older sister anyone could ever have. I started with the shape of her face, and reasoned that I would do her eyes next. "Who are you drawing?" asked Peeta. "My sister, Katniss." I quietly replied. Peeta nodded, and added, "I am drawing my father. He stood up for me when no one ever did, and always listened to what I had to say." I smiled, and then answered, "Katniss took care of our family when our father died. She was only 11 years old."

I heard Peeta's jaw drop, but I kept on going. "I was only 6, and my mother… well, she stopped functioning after our father died." Peeta faltered for a moment, before speaking, as if he was unsure of what to say. Then he replied, "Your sister seems like a very remarkable woman." I grinned, then answered, in a bold, clear tone, "She is."

By that time, I had finished Katniss's face. I drew her body next. I put her in my father's hunting jacket, and made her braid fall down the side of her face. She had a proud look, and I smiled at my work. Not bad. I thought. I added some silver to her eyes, and I was finished.

Peeta was finished too. After I looked at his, there was no question about who was better. Peeta's father looked a lot like himself, but he had laugh lines on the side of his face. He had a twinkle in his eye, and his mouth was open wide in a smile. I can't believe I could tell all that from a picture.

Meanwhile, Peeta was evaluating my picture. "That's beautiful," he said softly. I laughed, and asked, "The picture, or my sister?" Peeta smiled. "Both," he murmured dreamily. I gaped, but before I had a chance to respond, the blonde haired girl crept to our desk.

"I'm Glimmer!" she squealed. She held out her picture to Peeta. "I drew you, because you gave us FREE art classes!" Glimmer looked like she was going to burst from excitement. "That's nice," said Peeta nonchalantly. "So, want to meet up sometime?" Glimmer probably was expecting a "yes", but that's not what she got.

"No thanks," said Peeta. She gasped, and I snickered. "I'm sorry, but you're really not my type. I'm waiting for someone." Peeta was gazing out the window, and Glimmer, in a huff, stormed off.

Peeta suddenly stood up, and I jumped. He clapped his hands. "Time to go! Put all your materials back where you found it!" he called. Everyone rushed to put their things back. Some kids just left the room, or parents arrived to pick them up. Katniss was the last one to come.

"Sorry I'm late, Prim." Katniss stepped into the room, and pulled her braid out of her hood. "Boss kept me in a little longer." I smiled, and responded, "That's okay. Look what I drew!" I held up my picture, and Katniss squinted at it. "Little Duck, I'm not that pretty!" she chided. She noticed Peeta standing at the side, and stepped forward.

"I'm Peeta, Prim's art teacher." He held out his hand, and Katniss shook it. "Katniss." she murmured. Katniss was indifferent, but Peeta positively glowed. He had a huge smile on his face, and I recognized the look on his face. It was the same look I gave Rory, and Rue gave Thresh. It was a look of longing, of love. And suddenly, I was afraid that Katniss might turn him down, for Cato. That couldn't happen. Katniss and Cato couldn't get together, when Peeta, a perfect match for her, was right there. I had do something. I have to play matchmaker.

While I was pondering this, Katniss said, "I need to go to Cato's. I'll drop you off at Finnick's place." When I groaned, Katniss snapped, irritated, but not unkindly, "Prim, he's my boyfriend." Uh-oh.

Peeta's easy smile dropped, and his face turned white. I bit my lip. Katniss didn't notice anything, and motioned me out the door. "Let's go!" she called.

But before I left, I looked Peeta in the eye and whispered, "Meet me at the library at 5:00 tomorrow."

Stage one was in progress.

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