Hi everyone! I've had this idea in my head for such a long time,and I'm so excited to finally get this story out of my head to share with you all!

I don't own any names affiliated with The Hunger Games trilogy or any real life things I might mention as well.

The story is set in modern day America, just pretend the country of America, it's named Panem instead.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Okay, sweetheart. We have dates tentatively scheduled from October through January. We'll start right here in Southern California and end in New York City. We'll break right before Christmas so you can spend the holiday in Tennessee. We might add in a couple Jingle Balls throughout the country if they fit in well with your schedule. We're only just finalizing the last few dates with several venues since we'll be hitting during basketball season. If anything we'll change a date a day early or late. I'll know exact dates in the next week. Questions?"

I shake my head at the end of Haymitch's spiel. In all honesty, I wasn't paying that much attention. It's unreal to me that it's only early August and I have most of my schedule planned for the rest of the year. I can't say I'm excited for the constant travel and moving, but it's my first arena tour after finally getting out of small, general admission venues and I know how important this is for me, and my fans are ecstatic. If this tour is successful my contract with SNOW Management will be renewed for the next four years, and that will support me more than enough to get Prim through her undergrad and medical school. Really, I already have the means to support her and my mom, but the cushion will make sure Prim doesn't have to take on a job while doing her studies.

"Katniss! This is important!"

"I know, Haymitch, I got it all. I promise. Any other important details can be sent to my email. I got the dates. I've been in the studio with Cressida working on the set list to pick just the right songs."

"Message me the list you have so far."

I already have it on my phone, so I show it to him.

"Not bad, sweetheart, but I think if you write a brand new song and release it on tour, that will put you over the top."

"I have a few things in my journal, I'll see what I can do."

"Good, I'll have Effie update your schedule for our next meeting. Run off now, I know that's what you want, you ungrateful." He mumbles off and I scowl at him; we both know it isn't an actual malicious one. He has been on the receiving end of those too many times. He has learned the difference. Our symbiotic relationship suits us both well. We are both grumpy in nature and feed off one another. I guess you could say I'm a favorite client of his.

Once I exit the elevator at the first floor, I grab one of the mints the secretary always has on her desk. I'm about to go outside when I remember my predicament and growl. My security guard, Boggs, has the next few days off. His sister is getting married so he had to fly home. I entered the building through the back so I was fine, but I told my driver to pick me up front and, in the six feet between the door and my car, there is a swarm of paparazzi just hoping to get a glimpse of the plethora of celebrities that come into this building every single day.

SNOW Management is a new company that in just the past ten years has soared to the top of the entertainment industry. People are fighting to get noticed by anyone inside this building. I just happen to have been chosen by pure, dumb luck.

I think about calling Haymitch down or using any of the security they have in the building, but I don't feel like the hassle. I look at the clock on the wall, and see it's already four in the afternoon. I want to avoid as much rush hour traffic as possible. I put on my sunglasses to protect myself from the avalanche of flashes that are about to pounce once I open the tinted doors. There are five steps of stairs outside the door that paparazzi aren't allowed to legally step on since it's private property, but once I hit the curb it's free game.

I quickly type a text to my driver to have him be ready immediately and then step outside. The mood immediately goes riot-like at my sight. I descend the stairs slowly and the camera holding predators are already yelling obscene comments at me to create some sort of reaction. When I finally step on the curb it becomes an all out battle to get the best shot. Without Boggs I get lost in all the madness. They are asking for smiles and questions about my tour and some even try to touch my backside. I can't move with the swarm surrounding me and I am having a hard time being able to find air to breathe. My lungs aren't accepting it, or it doesn't feel like any air is there to breathe in the first place. I'm feeling dizzy in all the insanity.

"Hey, Katniss! How is your sister doing?! Quite a looker that one!" I see red. I am blinded by fury. All other sound falls onto deaf ears and I know nothing else than anger and confusion that he even mentions her. I do my best to keep Prim out of the public eye as much as possible, but people know she exists. I have a moment where I'm in the woods, and he is the deer I'm going to shoot.

I almost attack when a strong pair of arms surround me and a chest presses against my back, holding me tight to the owner. I begin to lose it and scream until I feel my feet moving forward. This person is helping me get to my car.

"Get away from her, all of you! Give her room to breathe!" The voice seems vaguely familiar but I can't place it. The person is clearly male, based on how deep the voice is. I finally get to my car and my driver is erratic while he opens the door for me. I turn to whomever saved me as I slide into the backseat.

"Thank you so much." I breathe to the sunglasses and baseball hat wearing man.

"Don't mention it, just make sure your security is here next time. You're too pretty to be hurt." He gives me a full smile before turning back to the vultures. They had quieted in pure confusion over who this mystery savior could possibly be. Apparently it was his smile that gave him away.

"PEETA!" "Peeta why did you help Katniss?!" "Are you getting in the car with her?!"

He gives them all a quick smile and a little wave as he rushes up the stairs to enter SNOW Management. I notice that he punches in a keycode right outside the door to be let in and I'm shocked. Only high end clients get those and I have don't have a clue to exactly who this Peeta person is.

"Katniss, I'm so so sorry I didn't come to help! They had the whole area blocked and I couldn't get to you!" My driver says as he takes his seat behind the wheel.

"It's okay, Pollux, just please don't let it happen again."

"Of course, K-Katniss."

Pollux still sometimes stutters while saying my name. It took a whole six months to convince him to stop calling me "Miss Everdeen." I hated feeling so above these people. Katniss is enough.

I grab a water bottle from the cup holder and take a few long sips. My heartrate is still too high and my breathing is off, but I can't seem to calm myself down. The guy mentioning Prim really worries me. I have her hidden away at a good school far enough from this life that she is safe. I only bring her to the biggest of events, and that's after her begging to come along. I need to keep a closer eye on her. More than anything, though, I can't get this Peeta out of my head. Why did he help me? Who even is he? Why did the paparazzi go nuts over him? I don't like accepting help. That's not who I am. He forced himself on me, and I feel myself becoming agitated at the thought of him feeling the need to play superhero. His actions go against everything I've made myself known for as an artist.

I feel like he has the opportunity to get under my skin. His smile is flirtatious and persuasive. That isn't safe for me. I have my career to think about. I have Prim to think about.

I live just outside of West Hollywood on the border of Beverly Hills, but even without needing the freeway the traffic is so bad it's still close to a forty minute drive before we reach the gate guarding my home. I exit the backseat as soon as the car is in park and I barely spare a moment to say goodbye to Pollux before rushing up to my room.

I enter the master suite and begin stripping my clothes before I even get to the attached bath. I turn the water to the near hottest temperature. I don't spend my money on myself often, but to have an incredible shower was a splurge I felt to be a necessity. My muscles relax from their ridiculously tense state and my breathing begins to even out. My skin is turning red and the whole bathroom is covered in humid fog before I let myself exit the shower. My shower brings me my best thoughts and lyrics, but also the place to turn my brain off the quickest. That's exactly what I needed.

I feel marginally better once I put on an old pair of pajama pants and a ragged, old sweatshirt that used to belong to my dad. I curl up underneath my blankets on a bed that is far too big for just me, and allow myself the luxury of scrolling through my phone. I try not to very often. People can be mean. I do a five minute scan of Twitter before going to Google. I type in the name Peeta just hoping something would come up. I click on the first name: Peeta Mellark. I start with the easy stuff and click on his Wikipedia page. I see the smile on his photo and I can't mistake it. This is him,but now I can see his full face without sunglasses and a baseball cap. In this chest up photo he is dressed in a suit at some red carpet event. He's… attractive; not drop dead gorgeous, but an old school, rugged handsome. The thing that pulls me in the most though is his eyes. They are such a bright blue it's almost impossible to exactly describe them. It has to impossible for them to be so blue. They have to be contacts. I feel hypnotized by them. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and pull myself from his picture. I learn small things about him, like his age, he's twenty four; only two years older than myself. I then read his early life before clicking on his "career" section.

He is a lead actor on a show called Tributes. Now I can pick out his voice. Prim and her best friend Rue love this show. I heard them watching a couple episodes when we all met at home in Tennessee for Prim's birthday earlier this year. From what I overheard while being in the other room with my best friends, Gale and Madge, it sounded a bit too young for me, but I know the series is a huge hit. His page shows that his manager is also Haymitch. He must be new; I thought I knew all of Haymitch's clients. I'm not really friends with any of them, but I see them around from time to time.

With my questioning spirit quelled for the time being, I grab the bag of Oreos I have stashed under my bed and scan random Netflix shows until I begin to drift off. My questions about Peeta are answered, nothing about him matters anymore. I think about his too perfect smile, how he got through the crowd of repugnant paparazzi, how annoying he was thinking he had saved the day, and I think about how much I like his eyes. These thoughts fill my head as I drift into a pitiful sleep.

I will rarely put Author's notes on chapters from here on out unless it is important, so you won't have to deal with them anymore, but I hope you take a moment to review! Thank you so much!