The whole time at school, I kept thinking about Peeta. I keep sending him texts to see if he wanted to meet up, but he never replied. I sigh as I put my phone back in my bag . I don't to pay attention to school because I really don't care , in fact, the only reason I go is because the court told me to go so I wouldn't have to be in juvie . By the end of the day, I was eta never replied. When I throw my stuff in my locker , I feel someone put their hands on my hips . I turn around ready to punch who ever it is . Then I realized that it's Peeta . " Peeta " I say, hitting him on his forearms still holding me. " What the fuck?! You don't answer my texts all day, and you think you can come up and touch me?!" I yell at him .

"I'm sorry I didn't get your texts my mom took my phone away this morning. And I recognize your tattoo and I just thought because of last night I could! " he says . I roll my eyes, him quickly following up with , " How about you and I go out-you never got to tell me the story of your tattoo. " he says . I smirk and grab his hand. He leads me his motorcycle I climb onto it and put my arms around him as he takes off.

We get to a little restaurant and we talk like we did last night, just less drunk . " So what is your tattoo, anyways? " he inquires .

" It's a mockingjay resting on a primrose . My dad drew a bunch of pictures of them and he made them up he used tell my sister little Primrose and I made up stories about them . " I tell him , remembering the good times he tell me and prim the stories about a made up bird .

" You have a sister?" he asks. " I had a sister. " I tell him. He give the look I hate-sympathy. Everyone gives it me, a girl who loses both her parents and her sister, no doubt that they feel sympathy for me, but I hate it- I don't need it." Don't say sorry,I didn't need your sympathy."I tell him. He says back to me instantaneously, " It's okay to let people have sympathy for you. I have no doubt that you don't need it, but it's a knee-jerk reaction. Some people can't help it."
I don't know how, but once we both tried to talk about his family who hates him, and my dead family, we end up on his bike and make it the nearest abandoned place. Peeta lays me down on his bike .

The lust in his eyes is evident, creeping the the shining blue that pierce my mind and the blonde hair falling in front of it. He pulls me in for a deep kiss, and I comply as he picks me up bridal style and carries me inside the abandoned warehouse, shutting tightly the padlock that I hadn't noticed immediately and lays me down on the dusty tiled floor

I can feel his rock hard erection through his pants, getting wet at the very thought of it inside me again. He tears off his shirt to reveal his chiseled six pack of abs and pulls me in for another kiss as I roll off my dark green tank top, revealing my lacy blue bra. He swiftly pulls my skirt down leaving me in just my lacy bra and panties, and takes off his own ripped jeans. He reaches behind my back, unclamping my bra faster than I usually can and throws it across the small, deserted warehouse. My large breasts bounce in the chilly air, and he begins to suck on my hard nipples, causing me to moan loudly, and plays with the other in his hands.

After a few blissful moments of that, I slide down my lacy panties for him, and he tugs down his boxers, revealing his large cock. He transfers his mouth to my neck, sucking hardly and causing even louder moaning from me, he slides his fingers down my flat stomach and allows them to dance on my clit. He glides them along the border of it, and sticks a finger inside me suddenly, causing me extreme pleasure. He darts his fingers in and out of me quickly, adding another inside me and then another, until I come in pleasure. He removes his mouth from my neck and positions himself over me letting his dick dance around my entrance to my clit.

He slowly pushes himself into me groaning in pleasure and receiving multiple moans from me. He then starts to thrust in and out of me quickly, and we melt into a strange mix of passions. My moans escalate, and he thrusts even harder and faster into me until I come again, and he follows promptly. He pulls out of me , rolling over and onto his back next to me, and we both fall asleep naked on the floor of the warehouse.

When I get home, I notice Haymitch is not here . I throw my bag and grab my phone-this always happens. He ends up at a shelter cause he is to drunk to get back to her at home . As I dial the number to shelter, I see a note on the table. I pick it up and read it " Katniss, I can't live with how much I have been drinking , I'm your last living relative, you can't lose anymore family so I checked my self in to rehab.

I roll my eyes; this happens all the time. But doesn't stop . I throw the note in the trash. Since the day the my ' mother' committed suicide , and the court sent me to him, he said he was going change. At age of 10 I believed him , but day I got in my first fight at school and he showed up drunk I lost hope , because if my mom or dad were there, they would have yelled at me told me something useful for the future. The reason I shouldn't have got into trouble , they would teach me how to be reasonable, they would care about me, and they would disappointed when they found out I'm not a good role model for Prim . It's not till I hear the crash when I realize I threw flower pot . And I feel a tear on my cheek . I wipe it away and run to my room. I lay my bed, staring at the wall of my room then my phone goes off. I check it and see its my friend, Johanna. " hey brainless there's a party at the old abandoned house on 12th street " I smirk this whet I need . I text back "I'll be there" I get off from my bed and start get ready , when I hear a knock on my window ,I know it's Peeta, and he just so happens to be shirtless. I walk over and open it . He starts to attack my lips, kissing me roughly " Are you trying to kill me?" I ask jokingly . That's when I realize I'm only in my bra and without panties, as I just got out of the shower. " Maybe. " He smirks. That's when he pushes me on my bed, closing my window and pulling the blinds closed . " Not now , We are going to a party." I tell him.

" That sounds nice, but tonight you are mine" he says and sucks on my neck . I moan softly " Oh! " And spread my legs open for him . He wastes no time, still sucking on my neck while pulling down his pants and boxers, letting his enormous cock spring up. He rips off my bra once again and the thrusts into me quickly, making me scream in euphoria. This time, we take it slowly. He takes his time taking his long cock in and out of me, taking it out slowly, then almost immediately thrusting in back in roughly and fast, my hips gyrating against his dick at every thrust. I scream louder and louder as he begins to suck on my nipples again, along with his rhythmic thrusting, causing my moans to reverberate arp bad the room. He comes inside of me and continues to thrust for a few blissful moments until I come as well.
After our little ' rendezvous', I finish getting ready for the party.I decided to wear a skin tight black mini dress ( strapless if course) that shows off my large amount of cleavage, with blood red stiletto heels.I also decided not wear any underwear, because I couldn't risk Peeta ruining another pair after the party. Once Peeta see me he, he kisses me, telling me he'll kick anyone's ass if they even look at me . We have just have had sex and have told each other about out lives,but what are we ?

I brush the thoughts from my mind and get my extra key for my uncle's car,which is in the garage . It makes me guess he got pick up for rehab, but it's like he never even drove it . I give the key to Peeta, and we take off.