Hey everybody! So, I knew I needed to write a new story- and I was like "okay, snk, hetalia or hunger games" and we see where I ended up. Whoo here we go, hold on tight everybody.
Why he risked his life for her, she wouldn't really know.
Well, that is, until he told her so; whenever he would be able to tell her, that is.
She knew the guy, of course she did; they were actually pretty good friends, if she thought about it. She didn't have many friends to begin with, so, she could consider him a good friend - perhaps one of her best, if she could use that word.
And she knew she could, she just decided not to. Why, she wasn't so sure - but she didn't, and instead referred to good friend, or just friend.
She's known him since the first day she stepped inside a school building, so, around the time she was five years old. He was full of smiles, one of the friendliest boys she met that day. His blue eyes, she recalls, were terribly bright, almost as if they were their own color of blue. What the name would be, she hasn't figured it out quite yet, but she knows that, one day, she will.
He introduced himself, a wide smile on his face as he then asked her if she wanted to play blocks with him before the teacher began doing whatever she had planned for their first day at school. She was at a loss for words, but she agreed, forgetting to tell him her name. The boy, Peeta Mellark, didn't seem to mind though - he was more than excited to get to playing blocks with her.
And they did, she remembers. They built a house, a building, and whatever else they built, she couldn't recall. But she does remember being stopped by the teacher, and remembers the day unfold itself before it was time for their parents to pick them up. She remembers putting on her light jacket, glancing around for her mother, and when her gray hues fell on her mother's figure, she remembers being stopped, someone grabbing a hold of the end of her sleeve.
"You never told me your name!" the five year old boy exclaims, causing her to be confused for a moment before she herself remembers she forgot to do so.
"Katniss," she tells him, offering him a smile - one he would claim being able to light up the cities at night, but never would he say this to her, oh no. "Katniss Everdeen."
Then a smile appears on Peeta's face as well. "It was nice being able to play with you today, Katniss! And you have a very pretty name," he notes, and at the time, she wasn't sure why she felt her face grow warm at his words - but they did.
"Thank you," she murmurs, glancing over her shoulder to see that her mother was still waiting for her patiently, not seeming to be in any rush.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Katniss!" she hears him exclaim. Once feeling something soft on her cheek, she turns her attention back to the boy, blinking as her brows furrow together in slight confusion. There was a smile still on his face, and pink was dusting his cheek as he lifts his hand, waving it to the side and back in a friendly goodbye before voicing the goodbye. He disappears, running off to where she assumes is his mother - or perhaps father, leaving her standing there, still confused.
They became the best of friends - well, they became good friends. She would come over to study with the boy, and he would come over to study with her, as school started to get harder and they found that studying with one another was ore successful than studying by themselves or with their parents (or elder siblings, in Peeta's case).
Sometimes, if they got too close, she would notice red coloring his face, and one of her brows would rise up in question, lips parting as if to ask what was the matter. He would always burst into some sort of conversation, whether it be a question, or whatever his elder brothers put him through last night (which, would sometimes cause her to laugh) or reel them back into the studying land.
Perhaps, that's why.
That could be why he decided to risk his life for her - since they were such good friends, maybe that's why he either felt compelled to, or told himself he needed to - wanted to.
But, she tells herself that it should be herself that was in his place, not him in the place she was supposed to be in.
She knew though, that if she ever had the chance to tell him this, he would go into a long argument and say, "But Katniss, you could've died!" or, "Katniss, c'mon, you're my best friend, I don't want you to get hurt."
Tears start to escape her eyes, even though she was trying so hard to hold them all back. She feels terrible, for letting him push her out of the car's way and take the blow - take the consequences. She had looked both ways, yet, the car seemingly came out of nowhere, and was coming at her at an accelerating rate.
Now, he paid the price for her fault, even though it wasn't even her fault. It was the driver's, not hers.
True, she could be dead or perhaps where he was now - but when would he be able to look around and study with her again, or get somewhere in this life like he could?
She wasn't sure when, or if ever.
All because of her, Peeta was now in a coma.
Okay chapter one, tell me what ya'll think and we'll see if I continue uwu
~ Lovely Kacey Faith