The mystery has begun. Enjoy.
Act Three
Lunch hour went in a blur for Peeta, barely paid attention to what his fellow friends were saying. He answered every question directed his way, but his mind was somewhere else. Knowing he could not fight for Peeta's love unless he had boobs and the big V, there was nothing a simple guy as him could do.
Arriving at his last class, he changed to his P.E clothes blue shorts and a white shirt with the West Valley High mascot on the center of the shirt, and followed the rest of the class to the fields behind West Valley High. Just as the rest of the school, the practice fields were enormous. Twenty acres in total, almost the size of a professional football field, the fake grass always clean the bleachers germ-free, the trees well-trimmed, nothing out of place.
Finnick Odair, their gym teacher shouted orders at them to run five laps around the field. The man was a freak, obsess with exercising. Definitely it had paid the coach well, his blonde hair, green eyes and well defined body had most of the female of West Valley pouncing on him, wanting a taste of the god. Coach Odair would always wear a pair of blue shorts, a white polo short and a trident necklace around his neck. Someone once questioned him about the necklace and he made that poor girl run eight laps around the field.
He ran the first two laps in peace; it was not until the third he noticed a certain Barbie running a few paces ahead of him. Peeta slowed down, inspecting the boy ahead of him. Peeta knew little about Cato, only a few things he heard from the gossiping girls from school. Cato's parents owned several businesses around Panem, and donated huge amounts of money for the school.
Another rumor circulating around the school was that Cato's parents were drug smugglers. He sometimes wondered if those rumors were true. Distracted by his thoughts, he didn't notice how close he was to the other boy, until he bumped to Cato's large boy and the two fell down. "Great just, fuc-tastic. A geek had to bump into me, and get my clothes dirty."
Peeta struggled getting up from the floor, only ending pinned down by Barbie. "I should take my revenge on you, make Gale suffer." Peeta eyes sparked fear.
"You wouldn't there, anyone can see us—"
"Everyone is far off, no one will see what I'm about to do." Peeta knew Cato was right, the others were far behind, and not only that, some bushes were hiding them from peeping eyes. Peeta shut his eyes, ready to embrace Cato's fist. It never came; instead he felt warm moist lips on his. Cato was kissing him; Peeta eyes open up and saw that the other boy's eyes were closed. A moan escaped Cato's lips, Peeta almost kissed back, but then reality hit him. Anyone could catch up at any moment and see them in this compromising position, Cato was straight, and this must be a prank. It was Cato's revenge.
Peeta pushed the other boy, got up and continued running, not daring to turn back.
Clothed back to his uniform, Peeta made his way to his locker room, number twenty-three. Grabbing the notebooks he would to take to his dorm, to study for several tests. Out of his history textbook, a black envelope fell out. Picking it up, he inspected the envelope. Nothing unusual out of it, except it was sealed with a weird wax symbol. Tearing open the envelope, a white vanilla sheet laid on his hand.
Psycho killer words, the ones you cut from a magazine were starting back at him. They read, 'We saw.' Along with the vanilla sheet, was a photo of him and Cato kissing on the field. It was all true; this had been a prank from the Barbie's, but why was the letter sign with a capital black N. Peeta tucked the letter back to her textbook, and made his way to the dorm hall.
Gale flirted with a blonde bimbo chick outside of his dorm room, when he saw Peeta walking down the hall urgently. Something was odd with his friend, he waved at Peeta, but his waved went unnoticed. He frowned; Peeta was heading down to the Barbie's hallway. He told the girl, he would call her later and followed Peeta.