"And now for our male tribute, Peeta Mellark." Nobody claps nobody talks or whispers what so ever. Everyone was sighing in relief. They weren't going to have to compete in the Hunger Games. But I do, and with the most arrogant person in the world, Peeta Mellark. He is a self absorbed jerk. No one can stand him, not even his parents. They had sent him away, but he had recently returned for some unknown reason. I don't really know him that well. Only that he is the baker's cocky son. People are thinking that district 12 might actually have a winner. But it isn't me. Yeah, so what if I can shoot a rabbit straight in the eye. But that stuff really doesn't matter, because to win the Hunger Games, you need sponsors. And to get sponsors, you need charm. That is the one thing Peeta has going for him-charm, no matter how disgusting he is, on the outside he has the looks and the personality of a Hunger Game victor. Plus it wasn't like he was an idiot. He has had almost every girl up his sleeve, and he used them all to his advantage, whatever way that would be. Anyway, it was obvious that I was going to have to win this all on my own.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Peeta, Effie, Haymitch and I boarded the train to the Capitol. When we reach the dining cart, Effie tells us to sit down so we could talk about our strategies. Peeta reminds me so much of Haymitch. They both had an extremely annoying attitude and huge egos, lucky me. Even though Peeta was… well… Peeta, and Haymitch is 99% of the time drunk, Effie actually seems to want to help me. So while the boys were doing whatever the heck they are doing, Effie and I talk about how to win. She says that the number one thing to do is to be focused at all times. She seems to pick up Peeta's personality very quickly. It's almost like she had no desire to help him out at all, but since she has to she calls him over.
"Okay, so you two are going to have to work together when you're in the arena." She says. That is the only thing that I hear because I am laughing to hard to hear the rest. Effie just stares at me in confusion.
"Him? Help me?" I say, even though Peeta is standing right next to me. He is a jerk, but to get on Effie's good side he says,
"Katniss, do you really think I would leave you\ all alone in the arena? Honey, I would never do anything like that." He reaches out and sympathetically grabs my wrist. First I start to think that he has changed while he was away, but when I look up, I see the fake expression on his face which says it all. Every word that comes out of his mouth is an act. Maybe everyone else falls for it, but I won't.
"Well I'm going to go to my room to freshen up before dinner," Effie says. Her eyes shifted from me to Peeta then they landed on Haymitch. "You too, Haymitch" she says. Without another word, the two of them leave the cart leaving me and Peeta alone.
Peeta looks at me and raises his eyebrows. I try to get up to leave as well but his hand is still around my wrist. His grip gets tighter and he pulls me close.
"Hey, we are finally alone. All that talking made me tired." He fakes a yawn and lays down on one of the sofas pulling me down with him.
"Drop the act, Peeta. I don't believe a single word that comes out of your mouth." I exclaim.
"Wow, pretty and smart," he says with a smirk on his face. "How did I get this lucky?" Rage fills my body; Peeta Mellark is a disgusting pig. All I want to do is slap him in the face, but before I can so Effie walks in the room.
When she sees me lying on top of him, she assumes the worst and her jaw dropped and a look of disgust is drawn all across her face.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Peeta says on cue. He forces his face to make him look innocent, making me seem like the guilty one.
"Effie I'm not doing anything you have to believe me he pulled me down with him nothing happened. Anyway, if something had happened, he would be the one responsible for it."
"I'm sorry, but I don't believe you one bit, I had you all wrong Katniss," Effie says before leaving the room. I glare at Peeta in disbelief.
"Why would you do this to me Peeta?"
"I thought you were smart?" He pauses and then continues. "The more they hate you, the more they'll love me! So where were we-."
"You can't be serious," I exclaim he raises his eyebrow. He brushes my hair behind me ear, and stares into my eyes.
"Katniss, you look…." He can't finish his sentence, because I punch him in the face. I get up and walk out the door, leaving an unconscious Peeta lying on the couch.
The next day on the train, I stay in my room. I am too embarrassed to come out. Whether or not I am guilty, it doesn't matter. In their eyes, I am a disgrace. I can't stand it. When I get into the arena I won't survive because Haymitch would probably just transfer all my sponsors (if I get any) to Peeta. Because in their mind, I don't deserve to be here, yet he does. No matter how much it hurts me, I'm can't retell Effie what really happen. It would just make her hate me more, because she will think that I was lying. I replay what really happened in my mind multiple times before I get dizzy and fall to the ground.
So how do you like it so far? I would just like to point out that I am on team Peeta, the only reason I am portraying him this way is because I wanted to know how it would work. Also this story later on changes plot a lot please dont get annoyed by it though. Please review and give ideas to help me make the story better. I also want to thank my best friend girlonfire99 for helping me edit! Thanks please continue reading!