The Drama of School 3

A/N: Ok sooo, here's another chapter!

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Chapter 3: Depression

"Katniss, wait up!" Peeta calls, sounding slightly exasperated but still the same, caring, innocent Peeta. The Peeta that hardly considers me as a friend, let alone liking me.

I don't look back, just keep on running. Running where, I'm not really sure and couldn't care less. Tears stream down my face as I picture him, his face that's so faultless it could be considered art, his eyes so deep and meaningful, so soft yet passionate at the same time it hurts to look into them, if you know that they will never be yours.

Crowds of people turn and stare as I tear down the corridors, him still jogging behind. Good thing he's never been a good runner, otherwise I'm sure he'd of catched up with me by now. Because Peeta isn't just good at something, he's always exceptional at the things he's talented in.

I literally jump into the ladies toilets when I pass them, quickly deciding that it would be better to sit and sobb rather than run and sobb.

How long I sit on the manky, dirty and extremely un-hygienic loo I don't know, my mind is filled with pictures and memories of Peeta, too full of questions to even glance at my watch or a clock.

What will we be now? Will it be awkward or will he just not talk to me anymore?

If he hasn't guessed how I feel about him, someone has probably told him. Oh well... at least the truth will be out at last. He would have found out in the end, anyway.

"Katniss?" Cashmere jolts me out of my thoughts. "Thank god, we've been looking everywhere for you! Why didn't you retern our calls?"

I check my old, beaten Nokia and see that I have around 21 missed calls and texts.
"God, I forgot how bad your phone is. Seriously, we really need to get you a new one..." Cash mutters to herself, staring in discust at my phone.
"It's not that bad..." I murmur, surprised I don't sound croaky from all that crying. Mind you, I ran out of tears to shed along time ago.
"What's wrong hun? You can tell me" Cash asks after hesitating slightly.
"I- I- Peeta- Glimmer, bitch" I can't help but add the last bit, even though it's not really true. To be honest, I don't even understand why I hate her so much, why I care so bloody much about Peeta. It's not like I like him really, I mean, we're hardly friends. We never really talk without me going bright red. And he always stammers when I address him, it's like the air between us is permanently awkward.

I glance at Cash, and to my surprise she's smirking knowingly at me. Anger rises up in me, she's supposed to be my friend, supposed to listen to my problems and help, not laugh at me.
"What the hell?" I try to control my anger, but the words just come too easily, as normal when I'm angry.

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