Teach Me

A/N: Peeta has trouble at school, he needs to pass his important subjects, but he his being bullied and handles it in a horrible way. Katniss Everdeen is up for a challenge.

Modern Day AU. Peeta's POV throughout. Sorry in advanced if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm still learning. Thanks. Bye!x

Chapter 1 - "The lines I wear around my wrist is to prove that I exist."

Patiently, I listen to every 'tick' my watch makes. The rim of my watch is a golden colour with a silver strap. The watch cuddles my insecurities, the only affection I achieve and appreciate. Waiting for the deadening biology class to end. Biology isn't so bad because, Cato isn't in this class. Cato lives to torture me in front of everybody, but I guess it isn't his fault, I'm an easy target, weak and vulnerable.

The class was ultimately concluded, as the sound of the bell bursts through the lab doors, making students faces blossom with joy. I pick up my work books and revision guides and lazily shove them into my backpack, revision was a pain. I have tons of exams at the end of this year and there's no way I will be getting good grades unless I dramatically improve. Pulling out my tatty timetable, I sign involuntary, scanning over my schedule for Monday, period two. Unforgettably I have Maths next. With Cato. Cato is the school bully, he treats everybody like dirt, he's currently in the schools baseball team hence why he is so popular

I trudge along to my assigned chair as students burst there way through the doors, once everybody was quiet Mr Garratt explained today's work - something about how to add fractions together and subtracting fractions. Like I'd need to do that anyway. Something disruptively started kicking my daydream out of my mind, I turn around and see Cato kicking the back of my chair, he wore a slick smirk on his arrogant face and he had a pencil tucked behind his ear. "Stop kicking my chair." I whisper but he still continues as I ignore him. The class broke out into a loud discussion as people tried solving the equations written on the whiteboard. I was stumped as usually and I planted my face into my paw-like hands. "Awe, Peety crying?" Cato smirked as some people around his started laughing abnormally. "Shut up." I replied solidly.

"Or what?"

I looked down into my hand and clenched them into balls, or what... There is no what, I simply can't do anything to Cato, he will beat the shit out of me. I sighed and collapsed my head into the desk and banged it on the table a couple times.

"Peeta." Sir calls my name, I look up from my hands and glare at him confusingly. "The bell has gone, why haven't you gone to break?" Crap. I must have blanked out, I stand up from my chair, scraping the chair legs against the rigid, blue carpet. "Sorry sir, I'm just about to leave now." I pick myself up and walk down the long corridor, making my way to my locker. I slam my locker keys into the lock and open it carefully, my locker is one of the eldest, every time I open it, it sounds like a coffin creaking open for the very first time in years. I put in my revision books and take out my gym kit for next lesson, the next thing I know Cato was leaning against the locker next to mine. "Or what?" He repeated. He stands infront of me and places his hands next to my shoulders so I can't escape - I flinch at his sudden movement. "You gonna run off to your family?" He laughed. "Not like your wanted there anyway, your mother doesn't want you, your father is a puss and your brothers are like a gift from God himself, you're just the one they regret the most. The son they never wanted." Grr. I pushed him out into the open; feeling his grin on my body - he's won and legged it outside into the fresh air, tears trickle down my smooth face as I quickly wipe them away dismissing the fact my eyes are red and swollen.

Removing my wrist watch and shoving it into my pocket furiously, I let a single tear run down my cold cheek. Seeking for something to relieve me from my anger, I look over to the knives that are in the bakery and pick up a small, sharp knife that has a wooden handle and a sharp blade. Scraping into into my thin layer of skin as the tears run down, landing on my fragile hand. The knife cuts through my skin as the sensation sinks in, pain is all I have, and all I will know. The blood seeps through, only a small amount of blood that will leave a faded scar another dent into my life.

I swiftly, slip my watch back on to cover up the blood stains and wash the knife and my wrist, I leave no evidence of my hurting. Ding Ding. The bakery door opens, snapping me back into reality, I wobble over to the counter to serve the guest. "Welcome to Mellarks Bakery, how can I help?" I try to sound cheerful but the lack of enthusiasm shows before me. I look up to see a pair of grey eyes resting on my body, she's beautiful. "I just wanted to buy some bread, I'm new in town so in not quiet sure where everything is." She smiled brightly.

"Welcome to town." She looks about my age. "What school are you going to?" I ask while grabbing the fresh bread from the cooling stand.

"I'm starting school tomorrow at, District Academy. I think."

"Oh, I go there." I hand her the bread and she places the money in my hand. Her eyes linger on my wrist as I pull down my sleeve quickly.. "I'll see you around." I smile and she walks off, her braid trailing behind her firm back and her boots clattering on the marble floor. She's flawless.

"How was school?" My dad asks, as I smell the delicious food laid out on the table. The gravy bubbled on my plate and the potatoes swam into it. "Fine." I answer back, Cato was right. My brother Leo has a degree in IT engineering, he's a complete computer genius and he now has a wife and an expecting baby. On the other hand my brother Rye is in a band, he plays the drums and he his always doing a gig around town and then there's me, socially awkward Peeta, struggling in most subjects and getting bullied day in-day out, my mother disapproves of my drawings and paintings but I love it, it's the only thing I'm good at, other than baking. I gobble down my dinner as fast as I can to ignore any further conversation, it fails. "Was the bakery busy?" My father questions. The bakery had two or three people visit every hour but I didn't bother to interact with them as much as I did with that girl, who is she? What's her name? "Fine." I repeated. My mother snorts and finishes up her last bite. "Make sure you finish your chores. I'm off to bed" my mother stammers. I quickly pick up the dirty dishes and throw them into the washing up bowl. Who am I kidding? That girl won't talk to me at school, she'll be embarrassed to hang round with me, or even smile at me. I clean the dirty dishes, making sure it's squeaky clean, otherwise my mother would yell at me for not completing my chores at an high standard.

I waddle up stairs into my room and strip myself down and jump into bed. I think back to earlier in the bakery, that girl. But I'm a little bit insecure about the fact she clocked my wrist, did she see? Will she say anything? The lines I wear around my wrist is to prove that I exist. The day quickly came to a close as the stars started to make an appearance, they shined bright just like a diamond and my eyes got tired and weepy, I look back at my wrist and stroke it in sympathy. I sigh and fall asleep quickly.