A/N: Hi!

Okay, so I've always loved soccer, so I wanted to write a FanFiction about it, but not just any FanFiction, a Hunger Games FanFiction.

If you have a problem with The Portland Timbers then please don't shoot me in the head. I admit, it can sometimes be hard to like them, but usually they are a very likable team and I enjoy them very much.

If you have any suggestions then you can leave it in the reviews and I will listen. Also, ideas for the story is always welcome.

Let me know how you like the story and if I should continue it.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Come on, Katniss!" My little sister Prim begs me. "You have to come!"

"I don't see how going to a soccer game with you and your boyfriend is going to be any fun for me." I argue. Prim's boyfriend, Rory Hawthorne, is 23 years old and Prim and him met in College when Prim was getting her medical degree.

"Rory's brother is playing tonight and they both really wanted you to come." She bats her eyes, begging for me to agree. "Besides, you need to get out of the house!"

"I do leave the house!" I say. "I leave everyday to work so I can pay our rent."

"Please, Katniss." She continues begging. "Would it be so bad?" She has a point. I guess I could go and maybe leave if I get bored.

"Fine." I huff. "But if I go then I have the right to leave any moment I feel like it, got it?"

"Yes!" She squeals. "It'll be fun! You'll see!"

"Whatever you say." I say. "What time is the game?"

"Seven o'clock." She tells me. "Oh and before I forget!" She reaches down into her purse and pulls out a green and white Timbers jersey. She flips it over and the back has a giant 8 and right above it it says 'Mellark'.

"You've got to be kidding me." I pout. I take it and look closer at the bright colors. "Who is Mellark anyways?"

"He's the teams best offense and the best player!" She says proudly.

"Why didn't you just give me the Hawthorne jersey?" I ask. "That's who we're going to see, right?"

"Yes, but Gale isn't the best player." She says.

"But they're all good, Prim." I laugh. "They are in Major League Soccer after all."

"Yeah, but not all of them are the best." She smiles. "Besides, I think Peeta is the cutest anyways."

"Peeta?" I ask. "Is that his name?"

"Yeah!" She says. "We have to leave now!"

"Now? It's only five o'clock."

"You don't want to wait in the ticket booth line forever, do you?"

"I guess not."

"Then get that shirt on and come on."

Once we get to the Providence Park Stadium in Portland, Oregon I am surprised to see that it is already filling up with people.

"Wow, are all these people really this enthusiastic about soccer?" I ask Prim as I watch people with green and white painted down either side of their body and screaming obscenities at the opposing teams fans, who are wearing white and blue colors.

Prim doesn't answer my question so I ask another question. "Who are they playing against?"

"The Vancouver Whitecaps." She tells me. "It's their first game of the season so people are pretty excited. Oh... There's Rory!" I see Prim heading towards him and notice we are about to be seated in the front row.

"Prim?" I ask catching up to her and taking my seat next to her and Rory. "How did we get such good seats?"

"Gale Hawthorne is his brother." She says. "See, he's right there." She points towards a tall man with brown hair and tan skin. He is heading towards the field like the rest of the Timbers are doing.

I look around at all the different players and spot number 8, Peeta Mellark. Prim was right about him being cute but I don't really care. He'd never be interested in me anyways.

Soon the game starts and I watch as the ball is passed back and forth between the players. I notice all the players on Mellark's team are usually passing the ball to him. I watch him do many different moves that are cool but I have no idea what they are called, or if they even have a name.

"Pass the ball!" I hear the different teammates yell.

"What the hell was that?!" More people yell, but this time they are from the crowd.

I see all the players stop suddenly.

"What's going on?" I ask Prim.

"They're having a time-out."

"Did they do something they weren't supposed to do?" I ask.

"No." She laughs. "They do this every game."

"Oh."

The Timbers are huddled around their coach, probably coming up with a game plan. So far the Timbers had been winning, but it looks like the score is too close together so they might need a new game plan or something.

I watch them in their conversation and see the Mellark boy's eyes fall onto mine. They're blue, bright blue and sweet. I ignore it and wait for the game to start again. But I can't ignore the smile Mellark gives me, a sweet warm smile. I look down, refusing to smile back.

The game starts up again and the Timbers take the lead. By the end The Timber and Vancouver Whitecaps are tied, 25 to 25. So the Mellark kid shoots a ball into the other teams goal, Prim says it's called a shootout and if he makes it then the Timbers win. Peeta kicks the ball and makes it into the goal and everyone cheers, others booing.

He glances my way one more time and gives me the same smile he had given me earlier. I ignore it again, figuring he's probably directing it towards someone else, like his girlfriend. Of course he would have a girlfriend why wouldn't he?

"Hey, Katniss, Prim." Rory says. "The guys are going to Horse Brass Pub to celebrate, wanna come?"

"Sure!" Prim answers.

"Katniss?" Rory asks.

"I don't know, it's getting late." I say.

"Come on Katniss!" Prim begs. "It's be fun."

"How are we going to get home if we're drunk afterwards?" I ask.

"We can take the bus home." She says. "Besides, I don't think either one of us are going to be drinking that much anyways."

"Well... okay, but we won't stay out too long."

"Yay!"

Once at the Pub we see all the soccer players from the Timbers team being loud and obnoxious. Great, just what I need to give me a massive headache.

"Victory!" They shout, clinging their glasses together.

"Are you getting a drink, Prim?" I ask her.

"Of course!" She says. "When have I come to the bar and not have gotten a drink?" She jokes. Prim was never much of a drinker. After mom and dad passed away I took on the responsibility of taking care of Prim. At that time Prim was just starting college and so I had to work three jobs to pay off her college fees. After all that I had been more of a drinker because I had endured a little bit worse than Prim had.

"What will it be?" The man at the front asks Prim and I.

"I'll just have a hard lemonade." I say.

"I'll have that too." Prim says.

"Two lemonades coming up." He answers and hands us two cups of hard lemonade and we hand him the money.

"Hey, look." Prim says. "There's Peeta. Don't think I didn't see you two staring at each other the whole game." She giggles.

"Shut up, Prim!" I say. "I wasn't staring at anybody."

"Sure you weren't." She giggles. "Oh! He's looking over here!" I see Peeta looking our way with a grin across his face. Then he starts walking over in our direction, away from all his teammates.

"I'll leave you two alone." Prim smiles and walks away to rejoin her boyfriend.

"Hi." Peeta smiles at me.

"Um... hello." I say nervously.

"What's your name?" He smiles.

"Katniss... Katniss Everdeen." I say. "And your Peeta Mellark, right?"

"That's right." He says. "Nice shirt." He smiles at my 'Mellark' jersey.

"Oh... uh, thanks."

"Can I buy you another drink?" He offers.

"Um, I don't know. I don't really want to get drunk tonight."

"Are you sure?" He asks. "How 'bout a beer?"

"I think I'm fine. Thanks though."

"Okay." He seems very cocky but friendly at the same time. I don't know if I like the cockiness though. That's kinda a red flag. But he is a professional soccer player after all. "Well, um, I was wondering if you would like to do something with me sometime?"

"Like what?" I ask.

"I don't know, maybe dinner at my place."

"Really?" I ask. "I work at Starbucks, I make little money while your a millionaire. Why would you want to go out with me?"

"Why not?" He smiles. "I don't need a girl with money."

I know most girls would jump on the spot of being asked out by a professional athlete, but I'm not like other girls. Sure, he's sweet but I don't think I'm cut out for a relationship. That was always Prim's thing.

"I don't think so." I tell him.

"Why?" He asks calmly.

"Same reason as you, I don't need someone with money." I say. "And trust me, I know how this will turn out. It'll just end badly and I've gone through enough pain in my life, I don't need anymore of it."

"Please?" He begs. "Just one date and then you can decide whether or not you want to see me again. I'll leave it up to you and if you say no after the first date then I won't pressure you anymore."

"One date?"

"Just one." He has hope in his eyes and I can't deny that.

"Okay, I'll give you my number and then you can call me to figure out a time."

"Sounds great." He has a huge cheeky grin on his face. It's cute, but I won't get lured into his trap. Wait, maybe I'm already in his trap?

I take a napkin and write my name and number on it for him.

"Here." I hand him the napkin and he examines it.

"I'll call you." He tells me.

"I need to get going." I tell him.

"Okay, but take my coat." He says. "It's cold out there. Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No, I think I'm good. Prim and I will just be taking the bus."

"But it's dark out. It's dangerous." He says. "I could drive the both of you home."

"No." I say simply. "We're fine and you promised not to pressure me."

"Okay, but be careful." He says.

"Okay." I roll my eyes. "Come on, Prim. It's time to go home."

She waves to Rory and gives him a kiss and then we are out the door.

"So, how did it go with Peeta?" Prim asks as we walk to the bus stop.

I ignore her question. "We can pick up our car in the morning." I say.

"Katniss, what happened between you and Peeta?"

"Nothing." I say. "He just asked me to dinner that's all."

"OMG! That's awesome!" She squeals. "Just imagine, you dating a millionaire! That'd be amazing."

"Why is all people can think about is his money?" I ask. "He has some good qualities that people could pay a little more attention to."

"Oh, so you like his qualities?"

"I never said that!"

"So you don't like his qualities?"

"I never said that either."

"Then what do you like about him?" She pesters me.

"I don't know him well enough to answer that." I say.

"Come on, you must have noticed something about him that you liked."

"Well, he was friendly." I say. "And his cockiness was kinda cute."

"I knew it!" She says. "You have a crush on him."

"I didn't say that." I defend myself. "And how would you know if I did."

"If you don't like him then why did you give him your number?"

"How did you know I gave him my number?" I ask.

"Don't think I wasn't watching your every move with him." She tells me. "A total hunk was talking to my sister and flirting with her, of course I had to see that."

"Don't tell me your going to sneak in on our date?"

"Oh, so it is a date."

"No!" I say quickly. "We're just going to hang out."

"Then why did you call it a date?"

"Because... because I didn't!" I say. She starts laughing. "Prim are you drunk? Your happier than normal."

"I'm only a little drunk. But that's just because one of the teammates, Finnick, dared me to drink two whole bottles of beer!" She laughs.

"Oh my God! Now I'm going to have to take care of you, you sick puppy." I say. "Why did you even listen to him?"

"I wasn't going to back down." She tells me. "I'm tougher than you think."

"Okay, but don't expect me to feed you in the morning and don't blame me when you start puking your guts out. This is on you." This is probably the first time Prim has ever gotten drunk, and I don't know why she would be so irresponsible. I guess I can't blame her since I get drunk a lot anyways. And she's only a little drunk, so I guess no harm is really done.

Once home, Prim goes straight to her room and goes to bed. I stay awake for a little bit to check my Facebook. I have a new friend request from... Peeta Mellark. What would he be doing searching my name on Facebook this late? Might as well accept it.

I click the accept button and go to his profile page. His profile picture is him and two of his friends, one I recognize to be Gale the other I assume is Finnick. His whole profile is filled with pictures of him and his friends, mostly with a soccer ball or on the field.

It feels wrong to be snooping around on his Facebook so I quickly close my computer screen.

"Meow." I hear Prim's wretched cat, Buttercup purr.

"I fed you already." I growl at him. "Go sleep with Prim!"

He hisses at me and then runs off to join Prim in her slumber.

After that I decide to go to bed. And maybe, just maybe, my mind won't be filled with thoughts of him.