Okay this is my first fan fiction
This story includes original characters
So please, criticizing my story is highly welcomed XD
~~~~~~~Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~
-Peeta's POV-
I honestly didn't want to end up with Katniss. She was one of my last choices. But I need a scrap of hope and chance in winning the crowd before I went into the Hunger Games. I would've wanted my best friend in the whole wide world to be mine. Chrissy, the girl next door and a helper in the bakery. She was always silent, because her parents and siblings died in a coal mining accident, but a constant friend always wiping away the blood, when mother hit me, or a fist fight broke out. I didn't want to be called, I hoped that someone would take my place and volunteer. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the beginning, one month before the 74th Reaping.
-Chrissy's POV-
I work at Peeta's bakery. He is really sweet and kind. I extremely dislike his mother because she beats him for burnt bread. It was my fault!
"Well, I know what I am definitely NOT going to be when I grow up in this Seam." I said to Peeta one afternoon during a slow day.
"And you won't work here when you're older because…?" He replied with a smirk. He understood completely. I nodded. Talking was too complicated for me to explain my feeling with.
~~~~~~~~~~~~The next day at their school~~~~~~~~~~
-Peeta's POV-
If it wasn't for this school day she would've been mine. Even his name was worse than burned bread, and that's saying something. Gale, the "hunk" of the whole school, was that name. I wish that Chrissy didn't even bring his name up. Gale is the guy that I always have fist fights with. Of course, I wouldn't burst her bubble. She rarely gets excited about things, even less, excited about boys. But, I was going to ask her out. She wouldn't have guessed that because her eyes glazed over when Gale strutted past his normal table, and he looked at her.
-Chrissy's POV-
"OMG" I thought. "He's coming this way!" I was thinking about Gale. He was in my science class and we were partnered together for dissecting. He even held my hand when I was cutting open the stomach of the fetal pig. He sat down next to Peeta, and Peeta rolled his eyes.
"I think you might need glue remover, Peeta, for your eyes. They seem to be stuck staring at the ceiling." Gale said snickering.
I giggled. "I think we got an A+ on that dissection, Gale." I said, trying to distract Gale from almost beating up Peeta.
"Oh I think we got more than that." He said, then winked at me and nudged Peeta with his elbow.
I smiled, best day ever.