Hey everyone! This is my first oneshot. I'm taking requests from my readers, and this one got a lot of support from them, so I'm writing about jealous Peeta. If you like this, please read my full-length story I'm doing called Forever Waking Up. It's about what might have happened if Mockingjay never, well, happened. Check it out, and post a review or PM me with ideas for more oneshots I can do! Enjoy!

A small smirk spread across my face when I realized what was going on. Peeta was jealous. He was extremely jealous, and it was extremely cute. This random stranger in front of us kept making passes at me, and the redness of Peeta's face deepened with every bad pick-up line. After a while, I decided to have a little fun with it.

The shopkeeper leaned over the counter and grinned at me, his black hair glistening from too much gel. "You're Katniss, right? The Mockingjay?" The way he lingered on the last word made me grimace. I bit my lip. "Yeah. I might be." I raised an eyebrow at him. Peeta's grip on my arm tightened a bit. He spoke through clenched teeth. "Katniss, I think we should go. I decided I can buy more sugar tomorrow."

"Nonsense," I said slapping his arm playfully. "We can buy our sugar now, from this charming young man." I winked.

"The charming young man's name is Gareth. Just an FYI." The shopkeeper interjected.

"See, Peeta? Gareth here wants to sell us our sugar." I made sure to linger on his name a little longer than necessary. Peeta looked at the ground and said nothing, so I continued. "Now Gareth, we need some sugar for my friend's bakery."

"Your friend?" Peeta fumed. "I'll have you know-" he began, but I placed a finger to his lips without even turning around.

"We'll need about 50lbs of the stuff. And that's only for these next few days!" I giggled.

"Well, you could buy in bulk so you wouldn't have to buy so often." Gareth suggested.

"But then, I wouldn't see you as much, would I?" I leaned forward, just a few inches away from him. He swallowed and said, "I suppose not."

"Katniss, we really need to go. Now." Peeta said firmly.

I loved this. The color of his face switched from red to purple and back again every time I flinched toward this guy. I couldn't stop now. "Just a minute, okay? Go wait over there." I said passively, gesturing toward a small bench by the door. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again and marched off toward the bench and sat there. I smiled and turned back to my greasy admirer. He was nearly finished packing the sugar into individual plastic bags. When he was done, I got my money out and handed it to him, my fingers touching his palm and sliding back again once the money was in his hands. He swallowed, and his eyes grew large. I brushed a piece of stray hair from my face and smiled at him. I felt Peeta's eyes boring into the back of my head. "Thank you so much, Gareth. We- I'll be sure to come again soon." I collected our bags and turned around, swaying my hips a little as I walked over to where Peeta sat, his nostrils flaring. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door. "Come on, Baker Boy."

As soon as the door shut behind us, Peeta stood in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "What was that?"

"I don't know what you mean." I said, feigning ignorance.

"Oh yes you do. You were shamelessly flirting with that," he sneered. "Adolescent."

I pressed my lips together, holding back my laughter at his obvious jealousy. Finally I couldn't hold it in anymore, and a small giggle escaped. Realization washed over his face. "Oh," he said, covering his face with one hand. I had broken out in a wave of laughter by this point. He tried to maintain his composure, but I could see a small smile breaking through. "I can't believe you thought I would actually be interested in that slimy little pervert. Do you think I have no standards?" I laughed.

"You were very convincing," he said, smiling now. He put his hands on either side of my face and tilted my head up. "Just remember, Mockingjay," he said, imitating the guy's gravelly voice. "You're mine. Don't ever flirt with losers like that again. Got it?"

"Got it." I said firmly, pretending he scared me. He grinned and leaned in to kiss me forcefully. And I decided that I wasn't going to keep my promise at all. Because jealous Peeta is really enjoyable.