Thanks for the amazing reviews to Bluedog270, Sunkist1119, JumpThenFall, FalineInTheWoods, KatNov97, Sami365 and my other 7 anonymous reviewers. One of my anonymous reviewers suggested Katniss being in the volleyball team. I think that's a great idea, though I don't think I can add it. I have practically the whole story written. I tried to add it, but it doesn't fit. Sorry, I really liked the idea though.
The quarterback from the Mockingjays school team.
Peeta Mellark.
Peeta Mellark was staring at me.
Was he the one who Gale was always staring at?
Why does he keep looking at me?
He smiles at me and walks away. I can't move, Peeta is just so handsome, my knees buckled when he smiled at me.
I finally let out the breath that I didn't notice I was holding.
Why do I react like this? He will never pay attention to me. Boys don't like me. That why I'm alone.
Maybe he wasn't smiling at me; maybe he was smiling at someone who was behind me.
Well, I have to hurry because the next class is going to start.
…
I walk out of the dressing rooms and I don't see Gale anywhere near. I guess he's with Mr. Odair right now.
Every girl is obsessed with Finnick Odair; he's the most handsome teacher in the school. He is also the coach of the school's basketball team, the Tracker Jackers. Johanna Mason is coach of the Mockingjays, the school's football team.
I know that Finnick Odair is the hottest teacher in the school. I think that in the whole school. Maybe in any school, but I don't like him.
I run to History class and the teacher isn't here yet.
I sigh and place my books on the table and sit. I hear someone clearing his throat.
"Um… hi I… uh… my name is Peeta Mellark" Peeta says as he stretches his hand.
"Hi, I'm Katniss." I shake his hand.
"I know" he whispers. "I mean, I … uh, nothing."
Is he nervous? Peeta Mellark is nervous. I think this is the end of the world. He's just so good with words. When we have to do speeches, he was always so good and he won the president class elections because he was so convincing.
"So if you mind if I sit next to you?" He asks with that smile.
Gale's with the coach so I think it's okay. But why does Peeta wants suddenly to be my friend? We're not in exams yet.
"Sure, no problem," I move my bag from the chair that was next to mine so he can sit.
"So where is Hawthorne?" he asks.
"Teacher Odair wanted to talk to him"
"Coach Odair? Maybe he wants Gale in the team."
"I really don't care. It's just a sport. And he's not really good at it, he doesn't even like sports."
"Maybe."
"But Peeta, why are you talking to me anyway."
He could've talked to me ages ago. I know him since we were toddlers; we have always gone to the same school. Not that I have paid attention to. I really don't care about his life.
"I just wanted to know you", he says as simply as it could be.
Just wanted to know me? Why does he want to know me? In fact, what is there to know about me? I am just… no one. My life isn't interesting or complicated. Even Prim's life is greater than mine. She's a cheerleader. Cheerleaders always have something to talk about.
I hear that someone's laughing. I turn around, and I see that they're Peeta's friends.
I look back at him.
"Why are they laughing?"
"They're just fooling around. That all they are fools."
"So why are they your friends?" Peeta is not a fool, for sure.
"I … don't know. I guess it's because they're my teammates."
Just because they are his teammates? He can get anyone he wants for friend.
Mrs. Mags, our History teacher who is around 80 years old, come in.
"I'm sorry for coming late kids. I went to arrange some stuff."
Mrs. Mags asks us so open our History book in the old North America. I don't like History class at all; sometimes I think that it is useless because it happened in the past. Why is its use now?
It seems that hours have passed, I sometimes look at Peeta, and he seems to be interested. I looked at his eyes, they're blue, but it is the most wonderful blue I've ever seen. I look at his eyelashes; they're so long and blonde, they shine because of the sunlight, but they are still shining. I think he notice that I was staring because he looks at me. I felt like when someone catches a little kid doing something wrong. But he doesn't ask anything, he just smiles at me and turns his attention to Mrs. Mags' class.
The bell rings and I stand up and begin to walk towards the doors. I should get going to the cafeteria.
But when I'm about the get out of the classroom, I feel someone's hand is grabbing mine.
I turn around and see that is Peeta's. I can't help but smile when I watch him smile.
"Wait, Katniss. Do you want to eat lunch together?" he asks me.
I think Gale can eat by his own today.
"Sure."
…
Peeta is just the kind of people who you can like immediately, he's always so kind and unbelievably funny. He makes me smile every 10 seconds.
When we reach the cafeteria we take our lunch trays and sit on an empty table.
He asks me about my life: my sister, mom, friends, likes, dislikes. And I don't know why, but I answer him every stupid questions as stupid or simple as it could be.
He asks me my favorite color, which is green, and he tells me that his is orange, like the sunset.
This just seems surreal to me, I still don't understand why does this charming boy in from of me wants to talk to me.
Eventually I hear laughs, and I see that some of Peeta's friends are laughing. Why are they laughing? They're looking at Peeta and me. He told me that I had to ignore them; he said that they were just joking and fooling around. But what are they joking about? Maybe … is about us, maybe, is about me.
A bunch of feelings rushes through me in seconds. Is Peeta faking this?
I knew it! Peeta is just using me; this is a stupid bet for sure! How could I just fell for it? It must have been his words, which manipulate you until you do what he wants you to.
I stand up suddenly, and leave my almost empty food tray on the table. I walk away from the cafeteria as I hear Peeta yell my name. Before I close the cafeteria's door I see Peeta's hurt and confused face.
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