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Prologue - Idealistic

Eventual Peeta x OC. May be continued.


"Peeta," I cheer, and it's an almost automatic reaction as the corners of my lips tug upwards into a smile.

"Ah, Haize," he greets with a smile similar to mine (and yet it's s different as well)... only his eyes are looking behind me.

And I know who he looks at. And I wish he doesn't.

It's the girl behind me. She's trailing after Gale Hawthorn - with brown, silken hair and a pretty face to match. She's Katniss Everdeen. I don't know what Gale and Katniss are doing, but there are a lot of rumours that they're together. It doesn't seem likely, because Katniss looks unapproachable as ever – even with Gale by her side.

Katniss Everdeen, sister of Primrose Everdeen – a gifted child. It seems that talent runs through the Everdeen tree, because Katniss matches her younger sister with her physical extraordinaire. Archery, track, weight-lifting, throwing – you name it.

I look back at Peeta and his eyes are still softened, still gazing at Katniss. Blue, clear blue orbs, that I wish he would look at me with. With the same look he gives Katniss. Amongst the almost white, golden hair of his, my thoughts begin to tumble off track, and soon I'm wondering if they feel as soft as they look.

With Peeta's personality, he can talk to almost anyone and keep them there for more than an hour if needed, even the most unsociable. Like Katniss.

I hate it.

I hate how he looks at Katniss, and only her. I hate how he's drawn me into this dark detest I keep stored for Katniss, only Katniss. I hate how he doesn't notice me - how I'm always the one to make the first moves. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

By now, my fists are tightly clenched together, and by now Katniss is gone to wherever she is needed, and by now, Peeta looks at me with his ignorant, knowing eyes. Confusion misting his cerulean orbs.

I glare at the soft, cushiony grass in front of me and stalk off. Leaving Peeta to wonder what happened to make me agitated – but that's the point. He did it, it's his fault.

It's… his fault. I'm suddenly so very far away from him, and I flex my once tense hand. Breathe in, and breathe out. It's not Peeta's fault.

It's mine.

It's my fault for adoring him so. It's my fault for being jealous. It's my fault, that I befriended him.

No, it's his fault, for being so damn ignorant.

Then, I laugh, a sick, twisted sound. I'm contradicting myself.

...maybe in this exact situation, maybe if I wasn't... who I am now- maybe he'd actually notice other girls and not just Katniss. Y'know? Maybe just once he'd snap out of whatever delusion he's got himself in and just- just notice me. Hah. What am I thinking though?

Really... what am I thinking?

It's my fault, for falling in love with Peeta's idealistic self.


So much Katniss. Don't worry, Haize won't (hopefully) be as much jealous and confusing in the next chapters (if there are any). Thank you for reading.
~WhitishBlack