Chapter 2
Peeta Point of View
I woke up. I looked for Katniss, but she wasn't in her bed. She was probably down stairs. I went downstair. I smelt the delicious fried eggs and buttery toast.
"Morning, Katniss!"I said, cheerfully, hugging her.
"Morning, Peeta,"she replied, kissing me on the cheek. She makes my heart melt when she kisses me.
She continued cooking the eggs while I sat down at the dining table. I watched her as she put the eggs and toast onto seperate plates, poured us both some tea and sat down opposite me. We tucked into the breakfast.
"This tastes good, Katniss,"I said, munching some toast, "I had forgotten how good you were at cooking."
"I suppose in the arena I didn't have the best ingredients,"she said, smiling, "Prim was a great cook."
We were silent for a moment. Now that I knew how much she missed Prim, I felt a pang of guilt and pain in my heart for her. I held out my hand, to comfort her somehow. She took it and gave it a squeeze. We stared at eachother. We didn't stop staring at eachother until we heard a knock on the door.
"I'll get it,"she said, rising from the table. I watched her walk into the hall towards the door. I wondered who is was as I ate some more egg and toast
Katniss Point of View
I walked through the hallway to answer the door. It was Gale.
"Hey, Katnip,"said Gale, smiling, "Comming hunting today?"
"Yes, when I get dressed,"I said, "Come in. I made eggs. Peeta is here, too."
The smile left Gale's face and turned into a scowl. He was so jealous of Peeta. I don't understand why. Gale can get almost any girl he wants, with his good looks. Well, I suppose Peeta is good looking, too but not as much as he is. But Peeta has charm, I saw it in the interviews with Caeser. His charm is why even Haymitch was fond of him.
I led Gale into the kitchen. He took a seat on Peeta's right. There was silence.
"Hi, Gale,"said Peeta, smiling. I knew that it was a fake smile, though.
"Hi,"Gale grunted, staring at the eggs.
"I'll get a knife and fork for you, Gale,"I said quickly, rushing over to get a knife and fork.
I handed them to Gale. He took them and picked up and egg with his fork.
"Thanks, Katnip,"he said smiling a little.
"I'm just going up to get dressed,"I said , "I'll be back in a minute."
I rushed upstairs to get dressed. I get dressed pretty quickly. I wore a navy tshirt, jeans, my fathers leather jacket and leather boots. I picked up my bow and arrow and went down the stairs. I stopped half way down the stairs when I heard Peeta and Gale, talking. I stopped to listen.
"Peeta, I think it would be a very good idea if she joins government."
"Gale, she isn't ready for anything big right now. She is depressed from the loss of her loved ones, especially Prim."
"It's an opportunity for her to forget about her depression."
"Gale, I know what it's like losing a family, it's hard."
"Yeah, a family who didn't care about you."
"How would you feel if you lost your family?"
"You know nothing of my family."
"Neither do you!"
"You know nothing about Katniss, either."
"I was in the arena with her, I fought by her side. I've have seen all her different emotions and I know what her instincts are."
"I have been friends with her since we were young, we were going to date before you came along and ruined it."
"Well, tough! She's my fiancé now."
"That doesn't mean she loves you more!"
"Oh yes it does!"
"No it doesn't!"
I couldn't stand it anymore. They were acting like think they know me! Let's see if this startles them! I aimed at the remaining egg on the plate. I fired and watched as the arrow landed exactly on the egg yolk. Peeta and Gale jumped back startled. I ran down stairs and retrieved my arrow. I glared at both of them.
"You think you know me?!"I shouted, angrilly, "Well you didn't expect THAT did you? Well?!"
Peeta and Gale were silent. They both looked frightened.
"Trying to plan MY life WITHOUT me?"I yelled, furiously, "Bickering and arguing over me! Do you not know how much I despise stupid pointless arguments like the one you two are puttinng on display? You BOTH disgust me! Good bye!"
I ran out the door and slamed it behind me. Tears dripped down my face. I knew who I could turn to, now. There was only one person in the world left who would help me in a crisis like this. She would understand, seeing as boys fought over her when she was younger. I knocked on the door. Mum answered it.