A/N: Last night, I was either day-dreaming, or I was having a dream, and I had this idea. Ugh, I feel so cliché... And this includes probably one, maybe two scenes from Another Cinderella story. God, writing this makes me uncomfortable.
Enjoy...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games, never did, never will.
"Oh. My. God. Katniss! Oh, Katniss!" Annie screamed as she ran down the hallway, approaching me and my locker.
"Guess what?" She panted, holding a flyer.
"What." I say, tiredly.
"There's a masquerade ball tonight. At the gym. At 8. Aren't you excited?" She chirps.
"Yes Annie, I'm ecstatic." I say sarcastically. "And why are you so excited?"
"Because Finnick going to be there, duh!" She says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"BOO!" Madge yells while poking my back hard.
"AH! Ow! Stop that!" I yell at her while she's laughing her head off.
"Wow, I can't believe you still get scared!" Madge says while laughing more.
She's been doing that ever since we were kids. She's sneaks up on me, pokes me while saying 'Boo!', then pokes my back. And it hurts. A lot.
"Hey guys!" Clove jumps to us.
"Hi." I say unenthusiastically.
"Are you all going to the dance?" She asks. Madge, and Annie say yes, but I say no.
"Oh, come on, Katniss. Pleeaaseee!" She begs.
"No thanks, I don't plan on dancing with people with masks and will definitely not remember me the next day." I say and Annie groans.
"Pwease? For me?" Annie pouts with puppy dog eyes.
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Fine, prepare to be shunned, Katniss Everdeen." Clove says in a Capitol accent.
"Let the shunning…begin!" Madge adds with the same Capitol accent. They turn their backs at me and start ignoring me.
"Fine! I give up, I'll go," I say.
"Yay!" Annie exclaims. "I'll pick you all up at six for dress shopping!"
"I'm so, so bored!" I complain.
"Come on, Katniss, you'll find a dress you'll like," Annie says, trying to cheer me up. I couldn't find a dress. Too hard to find one that I like.
"Let's just ask the man who works here." Madge suggests. Everyone agrees, while I say 'Yeah, whatever,' grumpily.
"Hello, I'm Cinna." The man says.
"And I'M Portia!" Portia barges in. Cinna blinks.
"How may we help you?" Portia asks.
"We can't find a dress." I say.
"Oh. Pfft, easy. Come, girls!" Portia says, leaving me with Madge.
"I just want something simple," Madge says.
"Here," Cinna pulls out an orange-velvet dress that stops a little above the knees.
"Ooh, pretty." Madge says dreamily. "Your turn, Kat."
Cinna examines me, and I feel awkward. "Come with me," He says. I follow him where there's a hidden rack of fire-y clothes. "Pick one that you like."
I end up choosing a black dress, that's the same length as Madge's, but is strapless, and has sequins that are black, red, yellow, and orange on the top part, and has the same sequins on the edges of the bottom part. So when I twirl, people could think I'm on fire. (A/N: Heh, you see that? I manipulated the Girl on Fire dress… I'm so awesome.)
Then Cinna put little fire-ish diamond-y gems on my shoulders.
At around 7:30…
Annie drove us to the dance after we paid for the dresses, but we didn't put them in bags, no. Portia was kind enough to do our hair. (A/N: I'm NOT going to describe their hairstyles like I did for the dresses, no I am not.)
We looked really pretty, and I'm not one to say something like that.
I'm so happy that I brought a purse with me. I know. Katniss, that is so not like you to bring a PURSE! No, I just brought it to my chapstick and book in there. I was definitely prepared.
When we got inside the gym, I immediately scowled. Too many people; the room is literally humid from all the people dancing. And not only that, I hated my mask. So I took it off.
I instantly walked over to a seat closest to a corner, (Which isn't very close,) and sat down. I pulled out my book and started reading.
But right when I got really into it, some guy was right in front of me.
"Hi." He said. I tried to be polite, and just gave a little wave.
"Whatcha reading?" He asked.
"A book." I smirked.
"Sounds like a good one," He muttered and returned the smirk. "So, you're not dancing?"
"Is it really that obvious?" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.
"Nah, I'm not interested in dancing with strangers who have masks. It's a little creepy, if you ask me." I state.
"I'm no stranger," He says. I raise an eyebrow. "Want to dance?" He asks. I think over it for a moment.
"I don't know," I say. I mean, I'm not a bad dancer; I did have tons of dance lessons when I was in junior high. And I'd love to see the expression on Annie's face once I say I actually danced with someone.
"Please?" He begs.
I shrug. "One dance isn't going to kill me," I say, and he smiles.
Before I know it, a super romantic song plays. I groan and he smirks at my reaction.
"You know what? Maybe this 'one dance' will kill me," I grumble. He rolls his eyes and puts his hands on my waist as I put my arms around him. Before I know it, the songs over.
"See, that wasn't that bad…" He says jokingly.
"Maybe not," I reply, but as soon as I do, the DJ announces:
"Hey there, everyone. Having a good night?" He says into the microphone. Everyone cheers but me and Mr. Anonymous. "Yeah! Who's ready for a little tango action?" Everyone cheers again, except us two.
"You don't have—" I cut him off.
"No, no, it's fine," I say. At first we start doing basic tango moves, but then things get serious. He's fast on his feet, but so am I. I did have dance lessons, and my teacher, Mrs. Trinket said I did a 'marvelous job!' in tango classes.
We both move swiftly to the music. Then we both stop as the music gets slower and he pulls me in with both arms around me. Little did I know, is that we were in a spotlight and everyone was watching us, and they started cheering once my leg went all the way up.
"What was that?" He asked. I shrugged.
"I guess the music speaks to me." We both continue moving swiftly as we put our little twists to it. He's an amazing dancer. There are no words to describe how graceful he and I are in this dance.
The song ends and we get a huge round of applause. I blush from everyone's cheering.
Later, they lose interest and the DJ plays club music that I have no interest dancing to and the crowd is oblivious to us.
"You're a pretty good dancer," He compliments.
"You're not too bad yourself," I say. He shrugs.
"You know," I say. "My mask is off. Wouldn't it be fair if I saw my dancing partner?"
"I suppose." He says and takes off his mask.
Then I saw those crystalline blue eyes that were almost covered with his blonde hair.
I gasp.
It was Peeta Mellark. The boy who saved my life.
The next day was a holiday, so we had the day off. And I was glad. I owed Peeta enough already, and I didn't want to face him.
How did he save my life, you ask? Well, it was simple. One day, my friends and I were walking back home from the movies. Walking to my house, since I don't have a car. So we were patiently waiting for the screen thing to show the walking person (Or whatever that's called, I don't really care,). And once it showed, Annie, Clove, Madge and I started walking with a bunch of other people. Of course, I wore flip-flops since, well, you don't really dress up to go the movies.
So then, my shoe came off. "Um, guys, hold on a second," I say. Trying to put on my shoe again. Of course, they didn't hear me. There was only fifteen seconds left. So as soon as I put it on, I started walking again, when all of the sudden, a drunk driver came and was about to run me over. Run! I thought to myself. But no, I couldn't move because of the shock I was in.
That's where Peeta comes in. He pushes me out of the way, and ended up getting a broken leg. He could've lost it, but the Capitol workers at the hospital fixed it. He told me 'it's no biggie,' but it was. He saved my life, and got hurt by doing so.
He didn't have to, I mean, I barely even knew the guy. Sure we were in the some of the same classes since we were little, but I barely knew him.
I slammed my face against the pillow and started groaning.
Madge was my neighbor, and we both always kept our windows open so we could see each other, since our rooms were visible to each other. So of course, she saw me.
"Whoa, you okay, Kitty Kat?" She said.
I groaned against the pillow again in response.
"FaceTime me!" She yelled. We both have an iPhone 4S, so we could FaceTime each other anytime we wanted.
So I called her, and she immediately answered.
"What's wrong with you? You've been so depressed ever since last night…" She says.
"Remember Peeta?" I say.
"Mellark?" I nod. "The one who saved your life?" I nod again. "What's wrong, do you like him?" How dare she accuse me of something like that?
"Madge, no! He was the one dancing with me last night!" I tell her. She opens her mouth.
"Oh. OH. Okay, I get it. You still feel guilty." She says. I nod again.
"Well, did he ask you to dance?" She asks.
"Yes," I say slowly. She snickers.
"He likes you…" Madge says teasingly. "And you like him back…"
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA. Madge, I. Do. Not."
"All I heard was I. Do." She teases. I groan again and press End Call.
I don't like anyone, and I never will! Not after I lost my father and my mother got into that state of oblivion. I feel so confused.
"UGH!" I slammed my face against the pillow again.
A/N: I was going to make this a one-shot… But nahh, I'm probably not capable of doing that. LOL. Yup, hope you enjoyed my cliché-y-ness. Review, pwease!