Camp Panem

Chapter FOUR

Peeta's POV:

I woke up with Katniss Everdeen still in my arms.

She was gently snoring on my shoulder, and it was impossibly cute. Her long, dark lashes looked gentle, and her smooth face was relaxed. Her soft lips were parted slightly. I made it my goal this year to kiss those lips. If I don't kiss those lips, I don't know what will happen. But I'm telling you, I will kiss those lips.

It felt like the right thing to do to kiss her forehead. I wanted to. I was about to, because, after all, she was asleep. But I didn't because I only knew this girl existed yesterday, and she was sleeping on me, and I was already thinking of kissing her. So if I added one more thing on top of that, you would be allowed to call me insane.

I kept staring at her, but it shattered when I heard knocking on the door. I realized that today the counselors were being assigned jobs! Then the door busted open. It was that guy. That tall guy with the tannish skin and the muscles and the jet-black hair and the really handsome everything. He glared at me. He looked like he was going to kill me.

"Who the FUCK are you? And what the FUCK are you DOING?!" He screamed at me. Katniss woke up. She gasped when she saw the guy.

"Gale!" she said quickly.

Gale.

"Let's go, Katniss," Gale spat and reached for Katniss. She held on to me.

"No. Gale, this is Peeta. He didn't do anything. I made him do this," Katniss defended. "Stop being so accusing. And stop being so overprotective. You're not my..." she stopped. Gale sighed. He took a step forward and hugged Katniss. I felt awkward watching all of this. Katniss broke away and muttered to him. He looked at her one last time and finally left.

Now I had to get ready for this counselor meeting.

Katniss's POV:

I pulled a sweatshirt on and turned to take a glance at Peeta. His back was turned on me and he didn't have a shirt on. I got uncomfortable (or too overwhelmed) and left the cabin. I started to trudge out to the snow, even though I didn't have a clue where I had to go. Thankfully, Peeta was runnning up to me and showed me the way. We found ourselves in what looked like the cafeteria. All the other counselors, Effie Trinket, Haymitch, and Mr. Snow were waiting.

"I think that's all of 'em." Mr. Snow informed the other two.

"Oh! Two counselors! Two ladies! What do we do, Coriolanus?" Effie turned to the boss.

"Simple. One of you can't teach archery," Mr. Snow said flatly. "Glimmer, you've been the archery instructor for years past. It would be fair if you let Katniss try."

Glimmer, I think her name is (such a stupid name), looked frozen. She obviously didn't want to argue with the owner of the camp.

"Um…I have more experience, Mr. Snow. I know most of the campers," Glimmer said.

I shouldn't have opened my mouth. But I did. And I messed everything up.

"Let's hold a contest," I said loudly. My hands flew to cover my mouth, ensuring no more stupidity. Mr. Snow looked at me, with an impressed kinda look on his face.

"Very well. Contest on archery grounds directly after lunch. All are required to come," Mr. Snow announced.

"All of us?" Haymitch moaned. "I don't want-"

"All of you." Mr. Snow repeated. "And listen to Effie." Mr. Snow left. Haymitch collapsed on the floor. Effie wrinkled her nose and turned to us.

"You should all get to know each other, and get to know you way around Camp Panem.

"Then let's get started!" Effie chirped. "Who would like to be in charge of generally all of the sports?"

A blonde hunk raised his hand. "Oh, Cato darling. Of course," Effie smiled and scribbled on her clipboard. Cato. I looked at him. He was staring at me. I quickly turned around and faced Effie again. His gaze was intense, his blue eyes like Peeta's.

"Art?" Peeta raised his hand. I didn't know Peeta liked art. This went on and on, and none of the classes really interested me. I kinda perked up when she said Nature Studies and Hiking, but Gale already had his hand raised, and I figured he'd be a better teacher.

"Archery." My hand raised, but that blonde black-jumpsuit chick had hers too. She glared at me.

"Oh! Two counselors! Two ladies! What do we do, Coriolanus?" Effie turned to the boss.

"Simple. One of you can't teach archery," Mr. Snow said flatly. "Glimmer, you've been the archery instructor for years past. It would be fair if you let Katniss try."

Glimmer, I think her name is (such a stupid name), looked frozen. She obviously didn't want to argue with the owner of the camp.

"Um…I have more experience, Mr. Snow. I know most of the campers," Glimmer said.

I shouldn't have opened my mouth. But I did. And I messed everything up.

"Let's hold a contest," I said loudly. My hands flew to cover my mouth, ensuring no more stupidity. Mr. Snow looked at me, with an impressed kinda look on his face.

"Very well. Contest on archery grounds directly after lunch. All are required to come," Mr. Snow announced.

"All of us?" Haymitch moaned. "I don't want-"

"All of you." Mr. Snow repeated. "And listen to Effie." Mr. Snow left. Haymitch collapsed on the floor. Effie wrinkled her nose and turned to us.

"You should all get to know each other, and get to know your way around Camp Panem," Effie smiled. "We'll have the oldest counselors come up here to guide tours." Effie looked at a few people. About five teens rose from their seats and stood at the front of us, including Gale. "Now, get to work," Effie failed a whisper to the experienced counselors. She turned to us and smiled again. "It's going to be a big, big day!"

"Hey, guys. Welcome to Camp Panem. I'm Glimmer Shimmershine. We hope you'll enjoy being a counselor. It is totally gonna be a lot of fun!" Glimmer gushed and tried to look cute. A muscular redhead looked annoyed.

"I'm Finnick Odair, the cool one. I'll be in charge of the pools, lifeguards, swimming, all that shit." The redhead smiled all macho-like.

"I'm Gale Hawthorne. I'll be doing the nature stuff and hiking. If you ever want to take a hike in the woods, you're most likely to get lost, so have me on your contacts….ladies," Gale winked. He was suddenly getting all cocky and stuff. I knew Gale really didn't have that much of an interest in dating, even though he was very good-looking.

"Cato," a blonde guy grunted. Gale rolled his eyes.

"Call me Johanna Mason. Actually, Johanna. I've been here, for like, forever, so if you want to ask a question, ask me, not these drunkards," Johanna pointed her thumb at the boys to her right.

"Years before, we broke into tour groups, but this year we'll just mash it all into one big thing. Glimmer! Archery!" Finnick called in a funny voice.

"Okay, guys, follow me," Glimmer said in that phony cute voice of hers where she purposely scratched her words. "We're going to the archery fields. There might be some arrows on the ground, so watch your step, because they're sharp!" We made our way towards the archery field. It was nothing much, just a few set-up bull's-eye targets. I could easily shoot through the flimsy material. I almost laughed at what Glimmer said.

"If you don't know your way around a bow, you're gonna end up destroying something, so please don't try…"

The rest of the tour was boring. I zoned out.

Until after lunch.