Few things, I own nothing of course.

Later on in the story I mention a leather jacket and boots.

I want you to think of these:

Jacket- .com/shc/s/p_10153_12605_00000000000000003850000000411-170027-BLKP?prdNo=5&blockNo=5&blockType=G5

Boots- .com/tag/irit-black-womens-dress-shoe/

On with the story!

"I'm leaving," I say and everybody in the room turns to me. I'd been stuck in 13 for months now. I couldn't deal with it anymore. They'd all been lying to me, only inviting me into their secret meetings when the plans weren't secret at all. Nobody respected me and all I did for this country.

Nobody cared that I killed more people for this war than everybody in this room combined, my personal death total was 37, 38 if you chose to include Foxface. Nobody cared that I saved all the people held hostage by the Capital and fought off a small army of Peacekeepers to make it happen. I singlehandedly removed any leverage the Capital had over us, thus making it a very quick war to end. Nobody cared about that though. They saw me as weak, I was just some fucked up loser that everybody lied to.

"But…" Katniss starts. "You can't leave. I won't let you."

"Let me Katniss? You're not going to let me leave. You're a bitch. I'm leaving whether any of you like it or not. I'm leaving this place. I'm leaving this bullshit existence and most of all Katniss. I'm leaving you." I say. I take one last look at her and turn my back, before she falls apart right in front of me. I honestly didn't care if she fell apart or not, but I didn't want to see it.

I picked up my bags and walked out, slamming the door behind me. The others weren't guilty of much more than keeping me out of the loop and not giving me the respect I felt like I deserved but I'd really had enough of her lies. She's betrayed me every step of the way. It wasn't until about a month ago when Haymitch slipped up and mentioned that she'd been in on the rebel plan all along. That she knew every single last detail of it and hid it all from me. It wasn't all she hid from me either. She'd been screwing Gale since we returned from the first Games all the while cooing in my ear about how much she loved me. Yes, she'd said it. She'd said she loved me and at first it was the greatest thing I've ever heard but the more she said it the more suspicious I got. When the reaping took place for the Quell she'd spent the previous night with Gale. No doubt saying Good bye all night. During the training for the Quell I started hearing whispers amongst the other tributes that she'd been seen entering Finnick's room dressed in nothing but a little nightie. I didn't turn a deaf ear to this. I was falling out of love with her and damn I was grateful. I couldn't even look at her anymore but still she'd prance up to me as if she's a loving girlfriend and peck me on the lips. She thought she was fooling me, I could see the humor in her eyes. She felt no remorse for it either. She thought she had me twisted around her little finger and I just couldn't deal with it anymore. It was time to move on, find somewhere that I could settle down and do something with myself.

I wasn't going to be the weak loser they portrayed me to be. I walked to the front of the train station and reached into my pocket and made sure I still had the train ticket I'd bought earlier. Yup, it was still there. I hike up my bag, hand the man my ticket and he looks at it quickly and opens the door to me and leads me to my room. I'd gotten a ticket for a luxury train that ran at about 60 miles per hour so the train ride to district 2 where I was planning on going would take about a week. I planned it this way because I wanted to take the time to sleep and relax. I wanted to drink all night in the privacy of the train and maybe, hopefully meet someone.

I drop my bag on the floor and survey the room quickly, there's a queen sized plush bed in the middle of the large room, with nightstands on both sides. Nothing remarkable but it'll do. It also had a smaller living area, with a couch and two chairs, a big screen TV and a small kitchenette. I went into the bathroom and showered. When I was finished I stepped out and got dressed in some simple black pants and a blue shirt, I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair and left. I spent a couple days walking around the train, stopping in the library a few times, fiddling with books. I wasn't in the mood to read. When we stopped in district 11 for fuel and to fix a mechanical problem I spent a few hours at the market buying fresh fruits and on my way back to the train on the platform I saw her.

She was absolutely the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her hair was chocolate brown and she wore it straight, but light curls at the ends, her porcelain skin was flawless and she had big blue eyes the color of the ocean in the west. Her body was fantastic, with curves to die for and legs that went on for miles. She was wearing a black leather jacket, a tight white v-neck shirt and tight black pants tucking into a pair of riding boots. She was saying goodbye to her family and grabbing a large duffle bag and hiking it up over her shoulder. I watched for a few more seconds as she climbed the steps to the platform and looked back at her family. When she turned to board the train I quickly went back to my room.

A few hours later, I was leaving my room to go get something to eat when the door in front of me opens she steps out. She quickly locks the door and looks up. She sees me and at first there's confusion in her eyes, then a sense of recognition when she realizes who I am. Everybody does that when they first meet me.

"You're Peeta Mellark aren't you?"

"Yes," I answer.

She stands there in awe for a second.

"Hi, I'm Bella," she says as she composes herself and reaches out to shake my hand. "Looks like we're going to be neighbors for a few days."

"Looks like it," I take her hand and the second our skin touches a jolt of electricity runs through my veins. I know she felt it too because she shuddered slightly and when she pulled her fingers away, she lifted them to her lips and traced her lips gently.

It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

She suddenly turns on her heel and begins walking away, moving her hips just slightly. She looks back over her shoulder and says "come on neighbor, let's go get some dinner."

That night we talked all night. She told me everything about herself, she had 3 little brothers. She'd just landed a meeting with District 2 banks and loan officers. She was going to open a dance studio if they agreed to the terms. She told me how when she watched the 74th games she was rooting for me the entire time, and when the rules changed she cheered with the rest of her family, all of them in love with Katniss and I. then she told me how she started seeing footage afterwards of how Katniss had been sneaking around town on me and it just disgusted her. How could someone treat someone as noble as me like that? It had made her so angry. She had started to hate Katniss after the Quell when I'd been taken hostage and they left me and 11 other people that were beneficial to the cause to be tortured to death in the Capital.

After she finished her anti-Katniss rant she looked at me sheepishly and apologized.

"I'm sorry Peeta; I know you have a thing for her. If I was lucky enough to get a guy like you to love me I'd never let that go, never in a million years, you gave up everything for her and she just treated you like dirt."

"I know, that's why I left her."

"You… what?"

"I left her. I left all of them. I couldn't deal with it anymore."

"Deal with what?"

"Everything you just said. All of it. How they left me behind and can't even give me any respect for breaking out. I sacrificed everything for them and they just left me to die like that. It's bullshit and I'm not going to deal with it anymore."

I was upset now. I hadn't really said any of this out loud before. They'd always just been thoughts in my head and now, to express them out loud, with someone that completely agrees with me makes me see just how much they've really done to me.

Bella gets out of the chair across from me and comes close to me. She kneels down in front of me and pulls me into her arms. At this contact I break down. I hadn't cried since the day of the reaping and now, everything was letting itself out.

I finally stop.

"You haven't cried yet have you?" she questions as she sits on the couch next to me and holds me close.

"No, not since the day of the first reaping."

"Why?" she asks. "Everybody needs to cry sometimes."

"I guess I just needed someone's shoulder to cry on," giving her a weak smile.

She smiles brightly at me and cups my face in her hands. She leans forward and kisses me gently.

"Peeta. I have a confession to make."

"What's that?"

"I think I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you on that stage, before the 1st games." She says as she pulls away from me. She stands in front of me, looking slightly embarrassed. "I know you barely know me and I know that's something that is just completely out of left field but I had to say it. I'm sorry."

She stands and waits for me to respond. I just stare into space for a second. This beautiful girl, whom I just told everything too just said she loved me. Everything about her made me want her, her sweet voice and the way she smelled, like vanilla. She starts to back away embarrass and I can't let her. I jump up and grab her and kiss her. As soon as our lips meet her arms throw themselves around my shoulders as I yank her by the waist to me.