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Thanks to those who reviewed! I also like it when people do the alert thingy and someone added it to fav story thingy! YAY! Sooo..thanks again, and I shall try to update more often than normal. Long weekend YAY! So hopefully 2 chapters! Whether you like the story or not, I like writing it.

Bella

Chapter 3

Katniss

I wake when it is still dark outside, so I decide to wander the train to see if anyone else is up. I leave my room, walk past all the other doors, when I notice that Peeta's door is open, and he isn't inside. I instantly start thinking about him, about what to think of his current behaviour on the train, towards the games, towards Effie, towards Haymitch, and towards me. How he trembles and his voice wavers when I enter a room or start to speak, or even just look at him. I also start to wonder, not for the first time either, why he did what he did that night. I wondered if I should find out.

"W...wh...what are you d...doing up so e...e...early?" I hear someone stutter from behind. No surprise who it is, of course. There he is, standing awkwardly behind me (a few feet behind me, I might add) hands slightly raised in a partially defensive position. I decide to toy with him a bit.

"Oh, I always get up this early, wander around, see what everyone else is doing. I find it interesting watching people start to wake up."

This shakes him and he backs up a bit more. I decide this conversation is not done, so I try to ease him a bit.

"So what have you been up to, these past few years? I mean, I've seen you around school, but how are you doing?"

He looks genuinely shocked when the words come out of my mouth, and he hesitantly opens his mouth, closes it again, and then, as if he was having a war with himself, yells something I never thought I would hear.

"I'M SORRY!" he cries at the top of his lungs, before obviously realising what he has just said, and again raising his hands in preparation for defence.

Now, it is my turn to be shocked, but unlike him, I have no hesitance in replying, anger brewing at his simple words.

"I'm sorry? I'M SORRY! How dare you! I was starving, dying! If it wasn't for your father, I wouldn't be here right now, Prim wouldn't be here right now! And that look you gave the next day at school got me thinking, maybe I shouldn't live anymore, he probably wants me dead! And you have the nerve, years later, to say, I'M SORRY!"

He stands about 3 metres from me now, his expression a mix of horror and guilt. I continue to glare at him, anger rushing through my veins, waiting for some pathetic reply. I never got one, because after about 2 minutes of standing like this, in the corridor, he bolted forward, as if he was going to hit me. I braced myself, more than ready, and willing to hit him back, but about ½ metre before he would reach me, be swerved, made a beeline for his room, and shut the door behind him.

I stood there, amazed that he was so pathetic, but had the guts to do what he did that night. I stomp off to my room, slam the door loud enough so that he would hear it a few doors down the corridor, sit on my bed and begin to pound the pillows. After a while, Effie barges in and announces it's going to be a 'big, Big, BIG day!' I throw a pillow at her, which actually offends her quite a bit, and she demands I don't come out until I give her an apology. I simply grunt and point in the direction of what I think is the door, and I must be right, because I hear her ridiculous heels clicking out the door as she mumbles to herself what terrible manners I just displayed. I smirk when I hear the door close behind me, sit p and walk to the door as I realise how hungry I am. I march out the door, to what I expect to be a very awkward breakfast.

Peeta

That was the scariest experience of my life. When she yelled at me like that. I thought she would appreciate an apology. Obviously, I was wrong. Now she probably thinks I am a wimp, dashing into my room like that. I just didn't know what to do. I thought she was gonna hurt me, so I ran for it. She definitely is gonna want to hurt me after that. The look she gave me at the reaping, as she crushed my hand to a pulp, was terrifying. I think she is gonna kill me.