Since my medical bracelet says I'm mentally disoriented, I ignore my schedule. I just use it to know when meals are. With Gale training all the time, I hardly ever get to see him. And Peeta is still in the Capitol. I'm 17 and I'm getting lonely. My mother and Prim are nearly always in the hospital so I usually have the compartment to myself. I don't bother getting fully dressed. I just put my grey, boring shirt on and lie on my bed. I look at the clock and see it is time for dinner. When I get there I don't feel like sitting at our assigned table and end up wandering off to sit in a corner. No one comes to see me so I guess the rest of the Everdeens and the Hawthornes got caught up in something. I get up to put my tray away and bump into someone.
"Hey!" I exclaim.
"Sorry!"a voice says.
I look up and see a good-looking boy I remember from the Seam. He has curly black hair and bright grey eyes. I guess he is kind of handsome. I think his name is James. I know he is 15.
" I am so sorry, Katniss!"he says.
"No, no. It's fine. Don't worry about it." I say.
"Listen, Katniss. I'm 15 so I'm a soldier. I was wondering if you could give me some lessons with a bow and arrow."he asks nervously.
" Yeah, sure. So, I'll see you tomorrow then." I say.
Later I find myself excited about his visit. I actually like him. I know he's 15 but I think I have a crush on him. I go to bed so tomorrow will come sooner.
When I wake up I'm too tired to do anything so I just laze around in my shirt until I hear a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I call, expecting my mom or Prim or Gale. But it's James. I automatically feel defensive. I realised I like him but I forgot about the lessons and now he's in my compartment and I'm in my T-shirt.
"Katniss, I know I said I wanted bow and arrow lessons, but that isn't the only reason I'm here. Look, you don't have to feel the same way, but I like you. I mean, really like you" he says.
I take a moment to absorb this.I mean I like him too. But I almost feel guilty about Gale. But he's not here so I push him from my mind.
"I like you too." I manage to choke out.
He walks towards me. I place a hand on his chest. He leans in and kisses me. And I like it. My lips crush against his. I've heard girls whisper about James taking them to the slag heap. They say he's great. I decide to try him out. I'll start off taking it further and then let him do a bit of the work. I start by running my hands up and down his back to his butt and squeeze gently. Then my hands run up to his hair and stroke it. He moans so I carry on. Then I trace his lower lip with my tongue. He slides his tongue into my mouth and deepens the kiss. He runs his hand up my shirt and unclasped my bra. We fall onto my bed. He caresses my butt and I feel his erection. In a flash we both end up naked. He kisses and sucks my neck and I moan, breathing faster. We grind against each other hard. He squeezes my breasts and sucks my nipple. We both grunt and moan. I stroke his erection and he groans. I feel him push his penis into me, slowly back out and then thrust it back in. He repeats it faster and faster and we moan. After what seems like a lifetime of pure pleasure, we stop. We get dressed and he gives me a long, slow, deep, passionate kiss.
Then he says " You know what. We have a few more minutes."
He squeezes my butt and presses into my hips. Then he grabs my thighs, picks me up and we press against the wall. Our tongues dance and I end up with a few more hickeys. Finally, he gives me a deep, loving kiss and leaves.
