336 hours

by turtlewithalaptop

She's a loner,with two weeks to live and nobody to care when she died. He was oblivious;a well liked lacrosse player who wouldn't know Katniss if she properly introduced herself.When a class project forces them to spill one of their worst secrets, it is revealed that she has only 336 hours to live. Suddenly a man on a mission,Peeta plans to make these two weeks the best of her life

1. prologue

Authors note: Hey people. I have decided to write a new everlark story, but I will still continue my other story. Keep in mind that this is an AU. This story was inspired by an idea by hopestrengthlove.

336 hours

Prologue:

Katniss Everdeen was never really considered 'cool' or 'popular or 'pretty'. In fact, she was never really considered as anything really. She was the kind of person who sat in the back of the classroom with her nose in a book and didn't ever talk unless she was called on. She considered herself lucky in the fact that when she was to die, she wouldn't have anyone to say goodbye to.

Peeta Mellark could technically make friends with a brick wall. One could say that he had the 'whole package', charming looks, kind personality, and he was athletic. Starting in third grade, he was the star player on his lacrosse team, making him automatically the most popular guy in school. He had everything a guy could ever want, an 'entourage' of a sort, a red motorcycle, and a wide assortment of trophies. However, he what he truly wanted was to have a girlfriend. Sure, he has had a few on and off relationships with Delly Cartwright and Glimmer, but it was not, so called, 'real love', at least not the kind that would be featured on the cover of a magazine or made into a romantic comedy.

One could say that Mrs. Trinket was not the average Language Arts teacher, or even a normal teacher at all. Not that the other teachers were bad, because not all of them were, but most of the teachers could not care less about what they teach, never mind their students. Mr. Abernathy, for example, would occasionally leave in the middle of class to enhance his supply of booze and come stumbling back into the classroom an hour later.

When Mrs. Trinket walked into the classroom that Monday morning, it was no different than the rest. Katniss came in first, as usual, so that she can find her seat in the back and stealthily stick her bubble gum under the desk before the teacher could notice. Class started in only two minutes, not that it truly mattered to her. If she kept her phone hidden enough and her earbuds loud enough, she can tune out the whole class. Why would a dying girl care about flunking a class or two?

30 minutes and 20 levels of Flappy Bird later, Katniss saw the blonde boy that she recognized as Peeta sitting awkwardly on top of the desk in front of her. She yanked her headphones off and stared quizzically at him.

"Do the words partners and project ring a bell?" he teased. 'Oh great,' she thought, 'I get stuck with him.' Though almost everyone liked him, Katniss was not one of them. Maybe it was fact that his hair was perfectly slicked back without any gel unlike her matted mane, or that he had such strong, muscular arms that made hers look like twigs. Even though she didn't know it, or refused to believe it, the real reason she despised him was because he had something that she could not manage to get, real friends. After contemplating it for a second, she decided that maybe remaining silent would help him get the memo. It would certainly not be the first project that she didn't do.

"So, I assume we should meet after school, to work on the project, I mean?" he inquired. She shot him an incredulous glance. He was more persistent than the others.

"What? You're not getting by without helping. Plus, it won't hurt to at least try to make and make friends." As the bell rang, the blonde boy stood up and winked.

"7, at my place. Don't forget to bring your text book."

Out in the hallway stood the captain of the swim team, Finnick Odair with a dorky grin.

"So Peet, some luck you got stuck with the mute girl." Of course, Peeta chuckled, somewhat humorlessly. After a quick second, Finnick nudged him in the shoulder.

"You like her don't you, Peet?" Peeta rolled his eyes.

"You're going delirious, Odair," he retorted, "I think that the sea water has been getting to your brain."

He strutted out of the school with his Nike drawstring bag dangling from his shoulder, suddenly confident that he would make that Everdeen girl come out of her shell, but little did he know that his time was running out.

Authors Note: What do you guys think so far? I know it is short, but I will update soon. Please review.

-fandomstuck