Chapter IV

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Grabbing my black marble note book from the top shelf of my locker I shut the door to see Peeta opening his.

"Hey Katniss," he says with a smile, "You're going to the game tonight, right?"

I nod my head.

"Maybe I'll see you there."

You're going to the game, I think, I did not picture you as one of those types of guys who sit and watch shitty high school football games.

He nods. Shit I said that out loud. "I don't watch, I play. I'm on the team. I'm one of the wide receivers."

I nod my head stupidly, "Right, yeah, maybe I'll see you later on tonight."

Then standing there for a moment longer, I slip on my father's leather jacket and adjust my messenger bag over my shoulder.

"Um, cya."

"Bye, Katniss."

…

Climbing the stadium steps I spot Finn at the top right hand corner. So climbing a few more steps I weave between a couple people before plopping down beside him.

"Hey sugar," he says with a devious smirk.

Sarcastically returning the smile I say, "Hey."

Finn and I had been friends since the… sixth grade I want to say. Our friendship was sealed when we were in the seventh grade and Gale was in the eighth grade. Gale was being a complete dick one day and Finn came out of nowhere and punched him. Since then we have been pretty close. He was known as the man-whore of the school and I have been recently become known just as the "whore." A lot of people think were together, but were not. We've had our moments, shared a… kisses and have fucked a few times. But it was never more than just friends.

Feeling him nudge me with his elbow he pops a mint into his mouth.

"What fucker are you screwing tonight, Kitty?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Gloss?"

He nods his head while popping another mint into his mouth. This time he holds his hand out flat in front of me offering me the mint that rest in the center of his palm and like usual I shake my head no.

"You're going to get fat one day."

He laughs, "I will always have this sculpted body of the angels', sugar."

Letting out a laugh, I turn my attention back to the game. Its second quarter with less than a minute left. We were up ten and were most likely going to win the game at this rate. As the clock hit the thirty second marker, the crowd stood watching as Patterson threw the football down the field to number eighty-two who successfully catches the ball, carrying it onto the end zone.

And then just like that we are up sixteen points just before the halftime buzzer sounds.

"Woah," Finn shouts pumping his fist in the air, "Yeah, Mellark!"

I look to Finn. "Peeta plays football?"

He nods his head. "Tried out sophomore years and has been on the team since."

I nod my head watching as Peeta jogs toward the referee, handing him the football before running back toward the rest of the team that was making their way toward the locker-room back in the school.

"What are you two friends or something? Or do you just keep a detailed profile on everyone."

"For the matter of fact we are friends, Spit Fire," he says with a-matter-of-fact smirk plaster across his lips, "Been in the same art class since freshmen year… Decent kid. Kind of an odd-popular-outcast."

Nodding my head I'm not completely sure what Finn is talking about, but I rather not question him. So we fall silent and turn our attention to the cheerleaders doing some god-awful routine out on the middle of the football field that looks a second grader put together. Yet I hold my tongue and do my best not to show how much Glimmer, spirit captain, is bothering me.

Finn doesn't say anything even though I know he's thinking some nasty things up in his mind. Thankfully it's only last a couple minutes longer till the game restarts.

…

People pressed against one another, lights dimmed, booze in plastic cups, and loud music, Patterson's party is in full swing by the time Finn and I arrive.

"Gloss?" Finn questions me when we enter the house.

I nod. "Shelly?" I ask in return.

He shakes his head no. "No girls tonight, just here for a good time."

I raise my eyebrows at him confused. Usually a good time with Finn meant a party… booze… and/ or additionally a girl, most the time a girl.

"I'll explain another time." He says waving it off.

I nod my head knowing now is not the time, but another time. And so giving Finn one last look I make my way through the crowd to find myself a beer.

Through the living room which has been made into a grind feast and make-out mayhem area I find my way into the kitchen where there are two kegs placed in tubs of ice beside the counter. And so grabbing a red plastic cup off the counter I fill it up with the foaming liquid. Then cup in hand, I jump up onto the counter and take a sip. Now all I had to do was wait and see if Gloss was any good at hid-and-seek.

It is half way through my first cup of beer that Patterson finds me.

"Oh man, Gloss is looking for you."

I smile, "Well he isn't doing very good."

Letting out a laugh Patterson shakes his head. "You're something Everdeen."

"And you're a football player Patterson, that's something," I say taking a sip of my beer, "By the way nice tackle during the fourth quarter."

"Thanks," he says pulling his phone from his pocket and texting something rather quickly before sliding the phone back into his pocket, "You're boy is on his way."

Nodding my head, I finish off my beer. Patterson fills my cup up again and we throw our heads back. I'm not sure how long it is till Gloss shows up, but I know I am two plus beers deep and feeling the effects already.

I probably should have ate something today, I think.

Walking over to me he pulls me into a long kiss to which he holds for a few moments. It's when we break that he gives me a smile.

"Upstairs?"

I nod my head.

So helping me off the counter I throw back the rest of my beer and I hear Patterson say something about not doing the dirty deed in his room. Not paying much attention, I just nod my head. Taking my hand, Gloss led me around the front of the house to where the stairwell is. Then it as we reach the stairs that I feel something, someone watching me. And when I turn to see who it is I see a blond head turning away from me.

Yet not sure who it is or really care I don't fight as Gloss tugs my arm, leading me up the stairs. So once up to the stop of the stair, Gloss leads me down to the end of the hall. Then opening the door to the master bedroom, he shuts and locks the door behind us after entering.

It is in that moment where it is only the two of just that Gloss gives me his sincere dirty look through the darkness and I don't oppose to what comes…

Pulling me against him, he captures my lips in his. Sucking on my bottom lip I let out a gasping moan and he slides his tongue into my mouths. Deepening the kiss, his tongue is like heaven.

Then the moment he bites down on my lip we fall back on the bed. Here is where everything quickens.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt he allows me to pull it over his head. At the sight of his chest I run my hands from around his neck, over his shoulders, across his pecks and down to his abs.

"Show off."

"With pride," he says before leaning down to kiss me again.

Off with his shirt, mine goes along with it. We break away from one another to kick off our shoes and slip out of our jeans. But the moment we are left in our undergarments, Gloss's lips are back on mine. Flipping us over so I straddled his hips, I ran my tongue along his teeth, tugging on his lower lip.

Smiling against me, how it began and how it continues, it's just a bunch of movements and just that.

The rest of our clothing is removed and then, he's ready to go and waste no time doing the deed. The movements quicken till we reach our peak. When we hit the top, we ride it out. Then… done.

Falling apart, we lay there for a moment. We don't say anything and we didn't have to. We used one another, nothing more or less. It's after a few moments that I roll off the bed and gather my clothes off the floor before walking into room's bathroom.

Cleaned and presentable I walk out to see Gloss pulling his shirt over his head.

Walking over to him, I ruffle his hair that isn't in its usual shark tail style and kiss his cheek. "Cya later."

And as I opened the door and down the hall I heard him call out after me. "I'll be looking for you Everdeen."

I turn as I reach the top of the stairs and give him a smile before heading to find Finn.

"You'll have to find me." I shout.

With that said I make way down the stairs. And in and out of the rooms, I search for Finn. I pick up an abandoned beer on the way and in the dining room, Clove informs me that Finns out back.

So out the back door, I find Finn hanging around the pool with none other than Peeta Mellark.

"Hey Sugar," Finn says with a smile as I come up beside him, "Did you do the deed?"

I nod my head my yes, not splurging him any details as he would do to me sometimes.

And Peeta raises his eyebrows. "The deed?"

"She fucked Gloss Carter not so long ago."

Hearing this Peeta's face seemed to drop, his skin turning red and his lips circling like an "o."

"Are you two-," he pauses as if its hard him to say the next part, "to-together?"

I shake my head, letting out a short laugh.

"Oh."

"Yeah, we're just- friends."

The conversation falls silent. Finn takes a drink of his beer casually. Peeta is still red and hazed, still trying to process what I said about Gloss and I being friends I assume. And me, I just stand there, not really sure why I am still there. Yet clearing my throat I say, "Well I just came to say I got to go, work and all."

Nodding his head, Finn gives me a smile. "Cya Monday Sugar."

"Bye Katniss."