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The Best Friend

My back hits the wall of the bathroom as the results appear. How could this happen? It was one night with my boyfriend. One night and I get pregnant and other girls have sex fifteen times and don't get pregnant. This whole thing isn't fair.

Someone pounds on the door, breaking me from my thoughts. "Katniss? Are you alright in there?" Sweet Prim asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie, shoving the plastic stick into my pocket and unlocking the door. "See, I'm fine."

"Okay." She says, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

I scamper up the stairs and to my bedroom, pulling my phone out of my pocket. 'Meet me at the Meadow' reads my message to Gale. I send it and put on my black converse and grey hoodie. Then I run out the door to the Meadow screaming where I'm going behind me.

I slump down onto the dying grass once I'm there, waiting for Gale's shape to appear. It appears quickly. "Hey babe, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" He asks, leaning down to peck me on the lips. I stop him.

"No everything isn't okay. You know what I found out today?" I pause, and Gale shakes his head. "I'm pregnant Gale. You just had to knock me up didn't you?"

Gale doesn't even say anything. He just stands there, as if in shock. Anger bubbles within me, and I'm ready to scream my head off when he speaks. "I—I have to go." He says before running off in the direction of his home.

That's when I pull out my phone and text my best friend Peeta. 'Can I come over to your place?'

Almost instantly, I get a reply. 'Sure.'

I take off running to the Mellark bakery—I love it there, it's so warm and inviting, it smells delicious too. Within a minute, I'm there and walking through the door. "Hey Kat." Rye says, looking up from his game of Sudoku.

"Hey, is Peeta here?" I ask; Rye nods and gestures up the stairs. I thank him and run up the stairs.

"Hello Katniss." Peeta's father says as I pass.

"Hello, Peeta's up here, right?" I ask, out of breath.

Peeta's father points to the first door on the right. "Yes, he's in there."

I don't even knock, I just barge right in. "Hey Kat." Peeta says as he looks up from the painting he's working on. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I lie. "But guess what I found out this fine evening?"

"I haven't the faintest idea."

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and then take another. "I found out today that I'm pregnant." My voice is calm.

"What?! Who did this to you? I swear I will rip him apart." Peeta says, rising to his feet.

I roll my eyes. "I can only assume it happened two weeks ago on New Year's when Gale got drunk and practically raped me."

Peeta looks completely red in the face, utterly mad. "I swear I will rip him to shreds and bash his head into the concrete." His voice sounds forced and gruff.

"Peeta, calm down. It's okay." I say, resting my hand on his arm to calm him.

"No Katniss, it's not okay. Rape is never okay. The world tells you it's your fault for being too immodest or choosing to stay with a man who would do such a thing, but rape is never okay." Peeta almost shouts at me.

I take a deep breath a let it out slowly. "Peet, it's fine. I'll figure something out."

"Okay." He says quietly. "What do you wanna do?"

I shrug before the nausea hits, and I hit the ground running. I barely make it to the bathroom before I spew up my dinner. Quick as a cat, Peeta's behind me, rubbing circles on my back as he holds my hair. Slowly, I lean back to rest my head on Peeta's chest. He smiles down at me.

"I'll get you your toothbrush." He says. I used to sleepover here almost every weekend so I had my own toothbrush that I kept here. Peeta comes back with it, and I sit up, grab the toothpaste, put some on my brush, wet it, and stick it in my mouth. I scrub my mouth to remove the acidic vomit taste.

Then I stand and spit into the sink as I rinse my mouth out. "Thanks Peeta."

He shrugs it off. "Don't sweat it." He flashes me his thousand watt smile and gives me a playful wink.

"Okay." I smile. "Let's do something…Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure! How about The Proposal?" He asks.

I roll my eyes. "That's a chick flic Peeta."

"I know. You seem like you need to watch it and eat some chocolate and cheese buns." He explains with a small smile.

I can't help but instinctively smile. "That sounds perfect."