Always

Ch.1

"Why have you been ignoring me all week?" I screamed at him. My extremely handsome, caring, loving boyfriend; also known as Peeta Mellark. "Something came up." he said simply. "All freaking week?" I exclaimed.

My anger was multiplying by ten every passing second. Whenever I talked to him, it was always a one or two word answer. He hadn't even returned my calls or texts. We were supposed to be happy, I mean it was the last week of school until we graduated. I remember the first time I had a real conversation with him.

It was sophomore year, third period History. Our teacher, Miss Trinket was extremely annoying and was always pairing us up with partners to do projects. Instead of listening, I kept secretly turning around, always meeting the eyes of Peeta. His eyes. I could get lost in that sea of blue. The ones that looked so loving that they could melt even my hardened heart. It was no secret that he was good looking, no one could deny that, even me. All the girls wanted him, but yet he never dated anyone.

I didn't realize Miss Trinket had started pulling names out of her bowls until I heard Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. No, no, no,no! This could not be happening! Of all people, it had to be him! As I looked around, everyone was moving to get with their partners, laughing and joking, or already starting on their project. By the time I had focused, Peeta Mellark has already sat in front of me; his beautiful eyes trained on me.

I don't know how long we sat there just studying each other, but by the time he spoke, we only had three minutes of class left. "So, what civilization should we write the report on?" he asks kind of shyly. What? Civilization? Report? What had I missed? "Oh, well, we just have to pick any civilization and write a two paged report on it." he says, obviously noting my confusion. "I don't understand why we have to learn about demise and sadness when there is already not enough happiness in the world." I quietly mumble to myself, but of course, he heard it. "Well maybe you're looking in all the wrong places." he states. Intrigued, I ask, "Well, where do you suppose I look?" Leaning into my desk, he slowly moves closer, while I do the same. "The art room, class 214, Mondays and Wednesdays, at lunch time, is always a good place to start." he states boldly. Luckily, the bell rang, saving me from having to answer.

Before I even had a chance to answer, he bolted from the room. Puzzled, I packed up my stuff and went to fourth period. Because it was Monday, at lunch I decided to visit Peeta Mellark. I brought my sack lunch and walked through the halls to the art room. I walked in very quietly, I was so silent he didn't even hear me come in. For a couple of minutes I just watched him. He took on this look of concentration while he painted. I was hungry, so I took out my peanut butter sandwich. Apparently he heard me and whipped around with a startled look on his face. At first he looked puzzled, but his confusion soon turned to elation.

We got to talking, and soon I visited him every Monday and Wednesday. We would talk, laugh, and eat. One day, he just leaned over and kissed me. He tasted like peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I was extremely startled, this being my first kiss and all, but soon I just let my instincts take over. We were broken apart by the sound of the bell. Feeling brave and confident, I said "Call me." I took out a pen, wrote my number on his arm, and walked out. We started dating the next day. We had been together since.

The sound of Peeta's voice broke me of my flashback. "Things came up." he said calmly. In a fit of rage, I said, "Its Delly, isn't it? You're cheating on me with Delly, aren't you?" I yelled, losing all self – control I previously had. He looked enraged. He got extremely close to me, three inches away from my face. "How dare you even speak of Delly that way. We both know that is not true." he calmly said. He backed away, sighed, and turned around, like he was disgusted by the sight of me.

He gripped his hair so tight, I thought he was going to pull it out. "Do you know why I'm mad at you?" he asks. I shake my head slightly. "I know about it Katniss." he states in such a sorrowful tone. My face takes on a look of horror, my stomach lurches, and my heart feels like it's about to explode. He knows. How did he find out? Did he know it was an awful mistake? "Oh Peeta…" I whisper. I have silent tears streaming down my face. He has tears in the corners his eyes.

I shouldn't have looked in his eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. As soon as I look, I know I will not be able to look away. They show hurt, anger, but most of all, betrayal. "I kept waiting, hoping you would tell me. Tell me it was all some huge mistake and ask for forgiveness. I would have, in a heartbeat. But you know what, I'm not so sure anymore. I had to hear it from my brother! He doesn't even go here anymore. Do you know how much it hurt? It felt like I had been run over. I gave you my heart, but you just threw it away. Goodbye Katniss."

I thought I knew fear. The fear of starving, or the thought of Prim being hurt. But this was the worst I could imagine. The thought of me never seeing Peeta again was a hundred times worse than any of these. He turned to walk, but I caught his arm. "I'm sorry!" I manage to get out because of all the tears. I look up into his eyes. I could see the battle going on in his head; if he should stay with me, or leave me. Eventually, one side won out, but it was not what I was hoping for.

The rage was evident in his eyes. He jerked his arm back, I whimpered slightly. "But, I love you." I whimper. He looked extremely taken aback, seeing it was my first time saying it to him, but soon regained his composer. With a heart – breaking voice he said, "I thought so too, until you slept with him." I crumpled to the floor as soon as he said that. He just turned and walked away from me.