Author's Note: Here's chapter 2! Btw, I did change Madge's image and personality a bit to fit the story, just letting everyone know! Anyway, continue to review and let me know what you guys think so far. :)

Madge had just finished putting Katniss' hair into perfect waves as Katniss did the finishing touch on her make-up. Katniss was never the type to cake her face with cosmetics, so some light blush, a little mascara and eyeliner, and some lip gloss was enough for her.

Katniss looked in the vanity mirror that she was sitting at and smiled a bit. She actually felt pretty, and she had Madge to thank for the hair.

"Now for our outfits," Madge said, walking over to the walk-in closet and switching on the light. Katniss stood up and walked over to her suitcase and started digging around. It was cold out, so Katniss grabbed a purple turtleneck and some blue jeans.

Seconds later, Madge walked out of the closet with some pieces of clothing in her hands. She frowned when she saw what Katniss had picked out.

"You are not wearing that," Madge declared, turning up her nose. Katniss looked down at the clothes in Madge's hand and shook her head.

"Shorts? It's November!" Katniss responded. Madge rolled her eyes and laughed.

"It's not even snowing yet. Plus, the party is in the building. This isn't nun school; let me find you something to wear," Madge explained, walking back into her closet. Katniss narrowed her eyes and followed after her.

When she stopped in the closet, she stopped to examine Madge's wardrobe. She had clothes that she wished she could wear, if she wasn't so bound on hiding behind her insecurities. Madge dug around in her bins until she found what she was looking for.

"Let's match tonight," Madge said, handing Katniss some clothes. They were shorts, and a black, long-sleeved shirt that would definitely expose some cleavage and a small portion of her belly. "I'm going to wear the white long-sleeve, and you can rock the black one."

"People will laugh at me in this," Katniss said, wrinkling her nose. Madge shook her head quickly.

"You mean drool over you? Girl, you got it. Flaunt it! By the way, I've always wanted a friend that I could share clothes with!" Madge exclaimed. She looked over at Katniss' suitcase and cleared her throat. "Although, I won't be wearing very much of yours."

Katniss shrugged and looked down at the clothes in her hands. Madge walked out of the closet and headed for the bathroom.

"Hurry up and get dressed! I still have to do my hair and make-up, and I might need your help so I can get done quicker!" Madge called from the bathroom.

"Okay, but what shoes can I wear with this?" Katniss asked.

"Just wear some black socks! I'm going to wear some white ones; no one really ever wears shoes to these parties," Madge told her. Katniss thought that was pretty stupid, but she didn't argue any further.

Katniss walked in front of the mirror and quickly stripped of her clothing, replacing them with the clothes that Madge let her borrow. She had to admit, the shorts hugged at her hips perfectly which made the slight exposure of her flat stomach even prettier. The shirt fit tight against her body, complimenting her curves. When Katniss turned to the side, she noticed that her chest poked out farther than usual.

To say the least, she felt sexy. Madge walked out of the bathroom in her outfit, looking as attractive as Katniss did. Of course, Madge was a bit more provocative than Katniss was, so the top of her bra was visible at the v-line.

"You look hawt, Kat!" Madge exclaimed, walking over to the curling iron.

"So do you," Katniss responded, still examining herself in the mirror. Madge sat down to do her hair and make-up, and Katniss began to hear music.

"Do you hear that?" Katniss asked. Madge nodded and began redoing the waves in her hair.

"I guess the party has started," she responded nonchalantly. "We can be fashionably late. Plus, it won't take me long to do if you help me."

While Madge finished touching herself up, Katniss unpacked her clothes and put her sheets on the bed. She then walked over and helped Madge with her make-up.

After Madge was done getting ready, they put on their socks and exited the room. They headed up the elevator and when the doors slid open, all they saw were teens going wild. They were dancing all over each other, making out, drinking uncontrollably and running around like maniacs.

For some odd reason, this made Katniss smile. It showed her that there was a whole new way to living, and that maybe it was okay to start enjoying it.

They walked out of the elevator and searched around until they spotted Gale and Peeta over by the stereo. Madge ran in their direction as Katniss slowly followed behind her. Katniss could feel eyes on her, and she could have sworn that she saw someone reach out to grab her butt.

Madge ran into Gale's arms and squealed excitedly. Katniss locked eyes with Peeta, and she felt her breathing hitch. He had on a blue polo shirt with some dark, jean shorts that went a little past his knees, and a silver chained necklace around his neck.

His eyes wandered down her body, resting back on her gorgeous face. She was so beautiful to him, and there was no denying that he was blushing at that instant. Katniss stopped in front of the three and pierced her lips out, waiting for Madge to finish lollygagging with her boyfriend.

"You look nice," Peeta told her, causing her to avert her attention to him. Katniss smiled and looked him over once again.

"As do you," she complimented, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Hopeless flirting, there was no crime to it. The loud music boomed behind them, and it was already giving Katniss a headache.

"Wanna go get some punch?" Peeta offered. Katniss swallowed and nodded quickly, following after Peeta as she stopped at the punch bowl. Peeta grabbed two cups reached for the spoon, filling up both of their cups. He held one out to Katniss and she stared down at it.

"Is it spiked?" she wondered, remembering the beer from earlier.

"Most likely," Peeta answered honestly. Katniss laughed and took the cup from Peeta, taking a small sip. Her tongue burned from the strong taste for a second, but the cherry punch quickly invaded her taste buds. It made the drink almost appetizing.

"Is it any good?" Peeta asked, staring at Katniss as she took another sip. Katniss nodded and swirled the cup around in her hand.

"It's actually pretty tasty," Katniss admitted. Peeta smirked before bringing the cup to his lips and downing the whole thing in seconds. Katniss widened her eyes slightly as she took another small sip.

"You were right. It was tasty," Peeta responded, laughing afterward. Katniss rolled her eyes playfully and licked her lips.

"Are you a big drinker?" Katniss asked, taking another sip of her punch. Peeta shook his head as he filled up his cup once more.

"Nah. I'm more of an eater. I like to eat everything in sight," Peeta joked. Katniss laughed and finished off her drink.

"You're not a bigger eater than I am," Katniss said, instantly regretting her words. She didn't want Peeta to see her as fat, now that she brought it to his attention. Or maybe she was just overreacting, because Peeta chuckled right after. She hated her stupid insecurities.

"You wanna bet? I can eat three burritos in under five minutes!" Peeta exclaimed, taking a heavy sip from his cup.

"What does your toilet think about that?" Katniss laughed. Peeta snickered loudly and threw his empty cup away.

"He's not too pleasant about it," Peeta joked. Katiss nudged his shoulder playfully as she laughed to herself. This kid was funny; another thing that made him attractive.

"So, tell me about yourself," Peeta said, guiding Katniss over to the single couch that was located off in the corner. They took a seat on the lumpy couch and exchanged glances before Katniss spoke up.

"I have a little sister. We live back in Ypsilanti with my mother. I went to Lincoln High, and it was pretty dull there. Um... just like this story," Katniss said, laughing shortly after.

"What are some of your hobbies?" Peeta asked.

"I enjoy hunting. That's my favorite thing to do," Katniss responded. Peeta smiled.

"Oh, so you're more of an outdoor person?" Peet asked. Katniss nodded.

"Yeah. It's like... my second home. Even if I'm not in the woods to hunt, just taking in the fresh air and the scent of the wild is music to my ears," Katniss admitted, absentmindedly rambling on and on about her love for the great outdoors. Peeta stared at her with serene eyes, as if what she was saying was the most important thing to him at that moment. Another thing Katniss loved; a great listener.

"Wow. That sounds amazing," Peeta responded, a wide grin on his face.

"Have you ever hunted before?" Katniss asked, drowning out the noise around her and focusing on Peeta. He shook his head.

"Nahhh. My feet are too loud when I walk. I'd probably scare away all of the prey," Peeta laughed. Katniss giggled, which surprised her, because that was probably the first time that she had ever done that.

"I guess I'll have to take you on a hike and show you how to carry your feet quieter," Katniss joked.

"Sounds like a plan!" Peeta exclaimed, leaning back in his seat. Their bodies were dangerously close and Katniss could feel her heart rate accelerating. Peeta felt the same way, his nervousness starting to itch at him. He wasn't usually so nervous around girls, but this girl... it was different. There was just something about her; something that really attracted him to her, more than just her looks.

All you by the Cataracts began playing, and Peeta noticed Madge and Gale walking out on the dance floor. He looked over at Katniss and noticed that she was drifted off in space. He worked up the courage to ask her to dance.

"Hey, Katniss. Would you uh... like to dance?" Peeta asked, trying to hide the awkwardness in his tone. Katniss looked over at Peeta, making sure that she heard him correctly.

Katniss wasn't big on dancing, but after she what she saw most of her classmates doing, she figured that it was more so grinding and less dancing. Too bad she didn't know how to do either.

"Uh..." Katniss said, tugging at her bottom lip. Peeta noticed that she was hesitant.

"It's okay if you don't want to," Peeta said, an ounce of sadness in his voice. Katniss panicked.

"No no, it's not that! It's just... I'm not exactly the best dancer," she confessed, turning away to hide her embarrassment. Peeta chuckled and stood to his feet. Katniss looked up at him confusedly.

"Don't worry. I can't dance either," Peeta said, a warm smirk on his face. He held his hand out, and Katniss couldn't help but to grab hold of it.

His hand was warm and strong, and it fit into hers perfectly. As he led her over to the dancefloor, Katniss noticed Gale and Madge grinding. An idea formulated in her head. She turned to face Peeta and swallowed before turning around. She backed into him and looked over at Madge, watching how her body moved against Gale.

Katniss mimicked the same movements with her own body as Peeta rested his hands on her waist. His fingers grazed her bare skin, and it sent a chill down her spine. It was a different feeling, but she liked it.

Peeta loved the fact that he was so close to Katniss. He pressed his lips against her neck, wanting so desperately to kiss it. He pulled her body impossibly close to him.

Katniss' eyes drifted back over to Madge, and she noticed that Madge was looking at her cunningly. She winked before turning around to engulf Gale in a steamy kiss. Katniss and Peeta continued to dance, letting the music guide their hips.

In any other situation like this, Katniss would have died of awkwardness. For some reason, she found herself wanting this song to last forever, to feel his hands planted firmly at her waist, and his warm lips pressed up against her skin. It was intoxicating.

She was slightly disappointed when The Cupid Shuffle came on right after it. As they separated from each other to do the dance along with everyone else, Peeta looked over at Katniss.

"Well that was fun," he said, smirking. Katniss felt her face burning, and couldn't help but to laugh at herself.

"Yeah, I guess it was," she said, laughing once more. Katniss and Peeta finished up the dance and Katniss scurried off to get some punch.

She grabbed the spoon and poured the juice into her cup. Seconds later, she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Madge.

"I sawwww that," Madge grinned, reaching for a cup. "By the way, your butt looks amazing in those shorts. I might let you keep them."

"We were just dancing," Katniss said, ignoring her last comment. Madge rolled her eyes and filled up her cup.

"I don't know if you're in denial or just blind, but you two would be hot together," Madge said, taking a large sip. Katniss took a baby sip and looked around until she laid eyes on Peeta. He was conversing with a girl with ginger hair with a huge smile on his face.

"Oh, really? Well look over there," Katniss said, nodding her head in the direction of Peeta. Madge looked over there and sucked her teeth. "Now they would make a hot couple. Telling by the way he's cheesing it up, they probably like each other. Plus, me and him are just friends- barely that. There's nothing there."

"Whatever you say," Madge said, walking off swiftly. Katniss continued to stare after Peeta, and she couldn't help but to feel a bit jealous.

Madge threw a pillow at Katniss, instantly awakening her. Katniss shot up in her bed and looked over at Madge with red, tired eyes.

"What was that for?" Katniss whined, her exhaustion extremely visible. The sun wasn't even out yet.

"You're late for class," Madge remarked, her voice horse and sleep-filled. Katniss groggily pulled the covers over her head.

"Nice joke. My classes don't start until four in the afternoon,"

Katniss said annoyingly.

"Um, they actually start at four in the morning. It's almost 4:30," Madge corrected. Katniss shot up once again and reached over to switch on the light. She grabbed her schedule from the bedside nightstand and looked at her first class. It read exactly four am.

"Fuck! This has to be some kind of mistake. I specifically set me classes for the afternoon!" Katniss exclaimed, scurrying out of bed. Madge moaned tiredly and cuddled back up against her pillow.

Katniss ran in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, examining herself. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, her eyes were bloodshot red, and she had a trail of of drool going across her cheek.

There was no time to shower, so she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth. She didn't bother doing anything to her hair and there was no point in putting on make-up. She rubbed on some deodorant and ran out to find something to wear.

Madge stood by Katniss' bed with a blue shirt and some tight fitting, black jeans in her hands, along with Katniss' black jacket.

"Thank you," Katniss said, hugging her briefly. Madge smiled tiredly.

"Don't mention it," she said, handing the clothes to Katniss. Katniss immediately began stripping of her nightclothes, replacing them with the clothes Madge had picked out for her.

"No, seriously. If it wasn't for you, I would have missed all of my classes today," Katniss remarked, pulling the jeans up her waist. Madge repositioned herself in bed. "Why are you up so early, anyway?"

"I was on the phone with Gale all night," Madge said.

"Until 4 in the morning?" Katniss asked, grabbing her bag from the ground.

"Well, 4:23 to be exact. That's when I noticed that you were late for class. But... you've never stayed on the phone with your boyfriend all hours of the night?" Madge asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Oh, right," Katniss said, opening the door. "I'll see you later!"

Katniss scurried out of the room and hurried into the elevator. She looked at her phone and noticed that it 4:45. she groaned and slumped down against the wall. When the elevator doors opened, she flew out and ran out of the double doors of the Co-Ed building. It was freezing out, and the darkness made it even colder.

The main building wasn't very far away, so she pushed her feet forward hurriedly. Her first class was Art, so at least she wouldn't be late for a major class. As soon as she entered the building, she reached for her schedule. The Art class was thankfully on the first floor. She began running past the doors, anxiously trying to locate her classroom.

When she stumbled upon it, she pushed herself inside, all eyes landing on her. The teacher clapped his hands tauntingly as Katniss gasped for air, hunched over on her knees. She was quite embarrassed.

"Nice to have our new student finally accompany us," the man croaked, his voice deep and raspy. Katniss stood upright and looked over the faces of her classmates. She felt her heart skip a beat when she connected eyes with none of than Peeta, seated in the front row. The teacher brought her back to reality.

"Let's play the high school game. What's your excuse for being late?" the man asked, holding his clay-made apple in his hands. Katniss could go on and on about how the times got mixed up, but she decided to keep it honest and simple.

"I overslept," she said quietly. The class snickered a bit, and Katniss could feel herself hot with embarrassment. Why was he putting her on the spot?

"Lucky for you, I'm a cool teacher, so I'm just going to give you a warning. By the way, my name is Mr. Abernathy, but you can call me Haymitch," he explained. Katniss wanted to correct him about his supposed coolness, but she simply gave him a thank you. Haymitch pointed to the empty seat next to Peeta, beckoning her to sit down. What a coincidence; she'd be sitting next to the guy she was grinding last night. She slowly began making her way over to the seat.

"Come on, sweetheart. You've already wasted enough time this morning," Haymitch beckoned, angering Katniss. She began to conclude that it was his sole duty to embarrass her to no end. Katniss sat in the seat next to Peeta and avoided his eyes. She felt that she was embarrassed enoguh.

As Haymitch began talking about Claymations and oil pastels, Peeta inched his lips to Katniss' ear.

"I know it seems like he's a tough guy, but he's actually really fun. Just give him some time to warm up to you. It won't be hard," Peeta said, whispering the last part. It made Katniss smile to herself a bit. She turned to face him and looked down at the sketch on his desk. Her eyes widened in amazement.

"Did you draw this?" Katniss asked, examining the beautiful bird that was on his paper. He nodded as a smile tugged at his lips.

"Yeah. It's a Mockingjay," Peeta said back.

"That just may be my new favorite bird," Katniss admitted, looking at the details that was put into the drawing. "It's so beautiful."

"Almost as beautiful as you," Peeta said quickly, his eyes wandering to Katniss' face. He noticed that she was void of make-up, which made her all the more beautiful to him. She stared over at Peeta and her lips parted a bit at his compliment. She smiled warmly and returned her gaze back on the picture. She noticed that the class was a bit too quiet, so she looked up to see Haymitch staring at them.

"If you two are done..." Haymitch said, folding his arms in annoyance.

"We're sorry, sir," Peeta apologized, closing his sketchbook. Katniss smiled apologetically, and Haymitch responded with a growl. Looks like it would take longer than she thought for him to warm up to her.

Author's Note: Alright, next chapter will have something a little interesting in it between Katniss and Peeta. ;P I loveeee reviews, so please make sure to leave me one? ^_^ thanks!