I'm back! I know I said I'd update on either Tuesday or Wednesday, and I did write half the chapter on Tuesday, but my week turned out to be really busy. So I'm sorry for all of you who have been waiting.

And I'm just letting you know. This will be a love triangle between Katniss, Cato and Peeta. But will end up a Katniss/Cato.

So thanks for all the reviews so far. I received 17 reviews for my first 2 chapters alone! Anyways, here's the next chapter!

Katniss POV-

I was shocked at first. But then wrapped my arms around his neck, knotting my fingers in his hair. Cato's lips were soft, gentle and moist. Our lips moved in sync and Cato wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. He made it so that I was sitting on his lap, his mouth never leaving my own.

The sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the house, and we sprang apart. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as they turned into a dark, crimson red.

What did I just do? I thought to myself, for I had never had much interest in boys.

Quickly gathering my things, I muttered, "Sorry, I have to go," then walked out of his room. "Katniss, wait!"I heard Cato yell, but I was already out the door. Once I exited his house, I ran the whole way home so he wouldn't catch up to me. I reached my own house within about ten minutes, then slammed the door shut to my bedroom, as I flopped on the bed. Running my hands through my hair, I remembered when, just fifteen minutes ago, they were playing around in Cato's. I sighed in happiness thinking about him, and my hand reached up to touch where his lips had been not too long ago.

What is happening to me? I just met him yesterday.

I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Before I moved here, all I cared about was getting good grades and taking care of my family. Now? Now I was kissing a guy on his bed and in his lap, when I should be doing homework.

Prim opened my bedroom door and sat on the edge of my bed. "What's wrong Katniss?"

I put a smile on my face and sat up, ruffling her hair up with my hand. "Nothing Little Duck. Want a snack?"

"Okay!" She exclaimed and ran down the stairs.

I pulled myself off my bed and dragged myself out of my room. Once I entered the kitchen, I found a yellow note on the fridge.

Katniss & Prim,

I have started my new job at the hospital. I won't be back till late. Dinner is in the fridge. Take care.

Love, Mom

"Prim!" I called, "Mom started her job today, so she won't be home till late tonight, okay?"

"Okay!" She chirped.

I made Prim a peanut butter and jam sandwich and glass of hot chocolate. Setting her snack down in front of her, I grabbed my own mug of hot chocolate and headed back up stairs.

I might as well continue the Science project...

Closing my door, I grabbed my phone and placed it in the docking station. I put on Marianas Trench, 'B Team', and turned the volume up some what loud.

After about a half hour, I heard something hit my window. It made me jump at first, but then I put my pencil down and headed over to the window. To my astonishment, standing in the room across from my own was Peeta. I opened my window and said, "Hey Peeta!"

"Hey Katniss!" He replied. "I thought you were going to Cato's?"

My smile fell, "Oh, uh... he was busy."

Peeta eyes me curiously, then deciding to drop the subject, asked, "Want to come over?"

I looked at the time and saw it was only 4:30. Looking back to Peeta, I said "Sure. Give me a couple minutes."

I closed my window, and put my science away, then headed back down the stairs. "Hey Prim, can you go to Rue's for a while? I'm going out."

Rue was Prim's new friend. Apparently they got really close, because all I heard from her yesterday was 'Rue this' and 'Rue that'.

Prim agreed and I reminded her to take her cell phone so I could call her when it was time to come home.

I walked over to Peeta's and knocked on the door. A couple minutes later, it was pulled opened by a tall guy with blonde hair and blue eyes like Peeta, except, it wasn't Peeta.

"Hey, I'm Rye. Who might you be beautiful?"

Stuttering, I said, "I, uh. I'm Katniss..."

Rye smiled, "Well Katniss, may I help you?"

"Oh, I um..." I looked at my feet, not sure what to do.

"Oh, hey Katniss!" Peeta called out from behind Rye.

My head perked up and I got a last glance of Rye as he turned the corner.

"Come on in." Peeta stated.

I walked inside and followed Peeta over to the kitchen. As I entered the room, I could smell the sweet scent of something cooking in the oven. I took a deep breath and sighed. It smelled so good.

Peeta chuckled, "A fan of cheese buns?"

I shrugged, "Never tried them."

Peeta gaped at me, "Are you serious?"

Feeling slightly awkward, I nodded my head.

"Well then, I advice you try one." Peeta pulled out a tray of buns covered in cheese from the oven and set them on top of the stove. He picked up a bun and handed it to me. "Try it, and tell me what you think."

I took a bite, and sighed. It tasted heavenly.

I looked up from the bun and noticed Peeta watching me. "So what do you think?"

"It tastes amazing, oh my god."

Peeta laughed and said, "Thanks. I made them."

I stared at him, "Are you kidding me?"

Peeta shrugged his shoulders, "I've been baking since I was five. It's a passion."

"Well, I'm horrible. So you better teach me quick" I laughed.

"Alright then, let's make... cookies." He stated.

"Sure," I shrugged and helped him get out the ingredients for the recipe.

"So, first, I need you to put three cups of flour in that bowl." Peeta said, pointing to a big silver bowl to my right.

I nodded and grabbed the measuring cup that said, '1 Cup' and dumped three scoops of flour in the bowl. "Now what?"

"Three eggs and a quarter cup of softened butter."

Grabbing the '1 Quarter' measuring cup, I added the butter. I grabbed three eggs, cracked them open on the side of the bowl and dropped them in. Throwing out the shells, Peeta said next to put in two teaspoons of baking powder. So I did, along with a pinch of salt.

"Okay. Now, Grab the whisk and start stirring."

I grabbed the whisk and started stirring when I heard Peeta chuckling from behind. Turning around, I asked "What?"

"You're stirring it wrong. Here, let me help you."

Peeta came up behind me, throwing his arms around me, and placed his hands atop mine, which were holding the whisk.

"You stir one way a couple times, then switch directions. Then stir the middle in both directions. Try to get every bitter of dry batter."

I watched as Peeta's hands guided my own. The warmth they were providing. The softness. I was torn away from my thoughts as Peeta pulled his hands away. Inside, I silently whimpered in complaint.

"Okay, now add a teaspoon of vanilla extract and two handfuls of chocolate chips."

After the batter was finished and in the pan, Peeta placed the pan in the oven at 400*F for 30 minutes.

I washed my hands, then sat on the counter. "What now?"

Peeta thought on this, then smiled at in my direction. "Follow me."

I hopped off the counter, and followed Peeta up the stairs and into his bedroom.

I was blown away at the sight. His bed, and side table were normal. But covering his wall, closet, dresser, desk, and chairs... were paintings. Peeta's paintings seeing how at the bottom corners of each one was a name: 'Peeta Mellark'. I gaped as my eyes scanned the room. Not only were they paintings, they were beautiful. He got every detail in each of his paintings. The delicacy of the leaves in the trees, the hairs strands, wrinkles, muscles and freckles on the people. T he different colours in the skies and waters. Everything was just so perfect.

"Peeta..." I whispered.

"Like them?"

"Like them? I love them. They're so perfect. You're amazing." I replied softly.

"Thanks. Painting is my other passion. It helps me clear my mind, deal with my emotions. I like to paint all the pretty things the world provides, that I am lucky enough to catch sight of." He explains calmly, while looking at his creations.

I walked around the room, looking at all the paintings. There was an elderly couple holding hands on a bench, a mom pushing her child on a swing, a sunset, leaves blowing in the wind, a willow tree, an apple, a rainstorm, a rainbow, a lamp post covered in snow, trees and a side walk covered in snow, a couple kissing in the rain, a dandelion, a dog and cat cuddling together, a meadow, and a colourful tree in Autumn.

After I had inspected all the paintings, the oven beeped from down stairs. Peeta and I glanced at each other and smirked. At the same time, we both raced the other to the kitchen. I ended up beating Peeta by a second. We both grabbed the counter top, panting, and laughed. The iven beeped again and Peeta brought out the cookies. They looked... okay.

"Let's see how they taste." Peeta stated, grabbing two.

"Okay, but you might die. Just saying." I put my hands up in the air.

Laughing, Peeta said, "Death by cookies. That's new."

We both took a bite of the cookeis at the same time. I didn't think they tasted that bad until Peeta started choking.

"Oh my god Peeta! Are you okay?"

Soon the choking turned into laughing and Peeta breathed out between laughs, "You- should've- seen - your- face!"

"Peeta!" I exclaimed, whacking his arm playfully.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He laughed, and took another bite of the cookie. "They taste great."

I laughed and said "Thanks."

we divided the cookies into two different groups. Peeta kept one, and I took the other. Checking the time, I noticed it was 8:30 already.

"I got to go, Peeta. See ya tomorrow!"

'See ya Katniss!" Peeta replied and hugged me. I wasn't expecting this, but I hugged him back.

Once I got home, I called Prim.

"Hey Katniss." Prim answered.

"Hey Prim, time to come home." I said.

"Okay, I'll be there in five."

I hung up the phone and found the mac and cheese in the fridge, that was for dinner.

By the time Prim got home, I had both our meals heated up and ready on the table, with two cookies on the side.

"Ooh yummy!" Prim exclaimed. "Where are the cookies from?"

"I made them with Peeta." I explained.

"They look great!"

After dinner, Prim headed up to bed and I continued on the Science Project when I got a text from Cato.

How come you ran off?

I wasn't really in the mood for talking to Cato right now, so I just continued on my work.

I talked to Peeta for a bit when I had finished my half of the Science around ten-ish. We talked about school, his paintings, his brothers Rye and Mark, Prim, and our cookies. After about an hour, I said goodbye and changed into my Tweety Bird pyjamas, then crawled into bed and let sleep overcome me.

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