It's only my third day back to this prison and already I feel like dying.

"Oh look, it's the whore." Glimmer laughs evilly. Her boyfriend, Marvel, shoves me up against the locker and his hands grip my shoulders viciously.

"You're so fucking ugly." He hisses.

"Hey! What the fuck man!" Peeta Mellark shouts. He just started at school today. He's been going to Belmont High School, but he moved out of Belmont, Maine to Andover, Maine so now he goes to Andover High School where Finn and I go. Finnick Odair, my step-brother, he ignores me being bullied, but I know he feels terrible about it.

"Who are you?" Marvel asks. Nobody has ever tried to get Glimmer and her gang to stop bullying me, so this is a first.

"Peeta," Finn whispers. "You don't know what you're doing."

Peeta looks at Finnick in outrage. Peeta, Finnick and Marvel grew up together. Right when Glimmer met Marvel, he turned into a complete jackass. They've been dating for the past four years. Well, three, because senior year just started two days ago. It's Wednesday. Peeta and Finn are still best friends, but Peeta just started at this school. He doesn't know about the bullying.

I don't really speak…to anyone, except for teachers, occasionally my brother and my Dad. I don't have a mother.

"Finnick," Peeta looks at his best friend in outrage and exposes something nobody knew. "She's your sister and you're going to let them treat her this way?"

Gasps are heard around the school.

"Sister?" Glimmer asks. "Finnick, is that true?"

"Yes it's fucking true!" Peeta shouts. "Marvel, put her down! You don't touch a girl, especially not Katniss!"

What is that supposed to mean?

Marvel tightens his grip on me. Peeta is at least a head taller than Marvel, and he's very buff, so Marvel flinches and releases me.

"Scram, nerd!" Marvel says.

I'm an idiot for listening to him.

I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose because they were falling and I walk away.

The last thing I hear before I walk into my classroom with Mr. Marshall is Peeta tell Marvel, "You used to be so fucking cool, but now you're just an asshole. Just because she wears glasses and she doesn't have D's and F's like you, doesn't mean she's a nerd. And she's not ugly, she's beautiful, and you're an asshole for telling her otherwise!"

The door clicks shut behind me, but I hear Peeta continuing to rant. I sit in my desk in the back. The warning bell rings, and that's when people start coming into the room.

Why did Peeta Mellark stick up for me? He's wrong. I am not beautiful. I am a nerd. I am ugly. Already right there, that's two cuts I am to make tonight.

….a….

The lunch bell rings, and I finish writing my notes, close my notebook, stuff it into my bag and walk out of my classroom, down the hall and into the lunchroom.

I eat my healthy meal, consisting of my favorite fruits and cold vegetables with ranch dressing.

Well I suppose that is a lie because I have dangerously fast metabolism so I'm very skinny, but I'm fit and I have been in gymnastics and I still am since I was four years old, and I actually work at Apollo now so not only am I doing what I love, but I'm getting paid to do it. I have abs. They're not like so defined that it's disgusting, but they're there and if you saw me in a bikini you would see them. I'm not weak, either. I could do pull ups with one arm for ten minutes and only get a little bit tired. I have all of the cute teenage clothes and I always have them on under the sweatshirt. I just don't take off the sweatshirt because I need to hide the cuts in my wrists. I know if I took the sweatshirt off and actually showed a little bit of what I had to offer, I wouldn't get bullied as badly as I do.

"Whore," Glimmer says as she passes the table. That makes three, right? Three cuts? "Skank." She stops and looks at me. "I hate you. I hope you know that."

She walks away, and I make a mental note that I have to cut myself five times, four for the words and one to grow on.

…..a…..

The last bell rings and I'm halfway to the bus when Finn block my way. He's my step brother. My actual mother drove herself right off a cliff when I was four, and my Dad, Haymitch, he remarried to Finn's Mom. Dad because Finn's legal guardian, as well as my step mother, but then my step-mom left and we haven't seen her since Finn and I were ten, although Dad and Kathryn, my stop Mom, they got married when I was five, so Finn and I just have my Dad. He still calls my Dad though, because his Dad left when his Mom got pregnant with him. Peeta used to live in our neighborhood, but in the summer going into ninth grade he moved to Belmont, Maine, but he moved back to his old house in our neighborhood. Finnick, Peeta and Marvel were best friends all the way from preschool to the beginning of ninth grade. Then Marvel met Glimmer and started going at me so Finn told him to fuck off and they stopped talking. Peeta just grew apart from Marvel but Finn and Peeta stayed connected, which is why they are still friends to this day.

Me though, I don't have any friends. I have this girl I speak to at gymnastics, and her name is Madge, and we go to the same school, but she doesn't talk to me and I don't talk to her.

Since Peeta lived in our neighborhood and Finn and Peeta have been best friends for a while, Dad and Peeta's parents are very close friends.

I stare at Finn. "Peeta is taking us home because he has a license and a car and he lives down the street." He pauses. "Dad said so, now let's go."

To be honest, I was best friend with Peeta and Marvel and my brother too, and I was invited to the birthday parties and Peeta and I used to be absolutely inseparable, but then High School came. The bullying started and I became depressed and I started cutting.

That was when I stopped answering the phone for Peeta and I began not speaking to Finn. Dad new right away that something was up and took me to the doctor. I had a therapist for a while but I lied and told him I was better. I do have my depression medicine and I do take it, but it doesn't help much.

So now here Finn and I are, walking to the car, and I almost stop short. Peeta is leaning against the hood of his red 2014 Ford F-150.

And he's in a white tank top, and his muscles are straining against the thin material covering his stomach from me. His biceps are fucking huge and he is so fucking sexy that I start sweating.

Holy fuck, I want to fuck him.

All of the girls have stopped walking and are numbly staring at him. He pays no attention, because he's on his phone, either playing flappy birds or texting someone.

His package looks like it's straining in his jeans, a sure sign he has a big sexy dick.

I almost stop walking.

Finn looks at me and snorts. "I should be disgusted but ever since you were kids you guys have had a thing for each other."

I stop walking and he turns to face me. "I do not have a thing for Peeta, nor have I ever."

"Bull to the shit." He says.

"You mean bullshit?" I ask.

"Fine." he smirks. "You look me straight in the face and tell me you don't thing Peeta is hot without smiling and I'll let you off free."

I smack his arm. "Fuck you."

"There's my kitty!"

I storm past his after making sure to shove him and he chases after me.

"I thought you guys got on the bus for a second." Peeta says, looking up into my eyes.

Fuck, I am so thankful that I am good at masking my emotions.

"Bye prostitute!" Glimmer shouts as she speeds away in her pink sports car.

Well, I guess that's six cuts now, isn't it?