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This is not a good chapter, I know. But lately I haven't been that much into writing, just relaxing. School equals stress.

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"Katniss!" Cato says to me backstage, "I-I didn't know he would say that, I-" I raise a hand to cut him off.

"I know that," I say, grumbling.

He gives me curt nod before leaving the room, and I just stand there, mouth opened in shock. I can't believe Peeta did that. Spread the untrue word out to everyone. Literally. I might just have to like Cato a bit more. Damn.

"Katniss, I am so sorry, I didn't mean too." Peeta comes running down the hall, reaching out to hug me, but I shake the offer off.

"You," I whisper, glaring at him as I come closer, "You just made a big mistake, my friend." I push him against the wall so hard that he holds his breath, staring at me wide-eyed.

"Why the hell did you spread those words?" I see, seething with rage. His eyes appear to be dilated, and oddly enough, he breaks into a grin.

I slap him.

"Tell me the damn truth," I whisper, lowering my eyes down to look even more menacing. Peeta gulps, and for second I'm debating whether I should smack him or not, because a faint smirk remains plastered on his face.

"This is not a joke you bitch," I shout, "Tell me the truth."

Peeta thinks about this for a moment before replying. He lowers his gaze to the floor, deep in thought.

"To be honest, I thought you loved me," he says softly, staring at me with sad eyes. I slowly get off of him, standing there motionless.

"But now, I figured, you only did that to get sponsors. You've always loved Cato." he turns his head to face Cato, who's mouth is open in shock.

"I guess it wasn't meant to be," Peetas says sadly, trudging down the staircase. But before he leaves, he looks at me one last time, and I open my mouth to reply.

"Just don't," he says, closing his eyes.

"Just don't."

I sulk as I get into Cato's car, and he closes the door, almost cutting off my fingers in the process. But I don't even realize that much, all that is all my mind right now was the interaction between me and Peeta.

I broke him. I mean, sure, I'm furious at what he did during the interviews, but he knew I didn't love him.

A tear rolls down my face as I stare out the window, and I put my hand on the cool glass. Cato's blabbing about some crap that I have no interest in, and I soon withdraw from the window pane and take out my phone. I ordered it from District 1, and I have to say, I do enjoy it. The sparkling jewel encrusted case, the crystal clear camera, messaging my friends.

But I realize I have almost no friends. The only contacts I have are President Snow, because it comes on your phone (I tried deleting it several times, but I won't let you), and Madge. Since she's the daughter of the Mayor, it makes sense that she could afford one. Barely, though.

"So honey, aren't you relieved that you don't have to worry about Bread Boy?" he says coolly, resting his head back and slouching in his chair. I don't answer and open up a new message to Madge.

Interviews were like shit. Peeta spread the whole word to Panem. I close my phone and put it back in my purse, crossing my arms.

"What's the matter sweetie?" Cato says, reaching out to lay a hand on my knee. I slap it away, and he stares at me, wide-eyed.

"What the hell was that for?!" he says, stopping the car on the side of the road. I merely glare at him and turn away, but Cato grabs my head and turns it to face him.

"Listen, honey, I'm not going to take this crap. Answer me, what's WRONG." he states, gritting his teeth in frustration. I punch his hand away, and go back to staring out the window.

Bad idea.

The next few seconds go by so fast, I don't even realize I'm on the side of the road, and my knees bleeding. Cato speeds off, and within a minute, the vechile that was supposed to take me home is gone.

I stand there, baffled by Cato's action. I seem to have landed in a puddle, my dress soaked from the neck down. I feel like shit. A small fence is nearby, and slowly, I lean my head against it. Soon, I know I will have to get up. Water is seeping into to my purse, the material now sodden. Closing my eyes, I curse Cato, Peeta, and most of all,

Snow.

The next few hours are like hell, each time I walk my soaked shoes make a squelching noise, and I wince. The weather isn't helping either. Rain has started to fall, and within seconds, my hair is dripping with water. Tears from my eyes blend in with the waterdrops. I stagger back and forth, the fall from the car put an impact on my left leg. I'm surprised I even make it home.

"Are you okay?!" Prim screams when I finally reach the door. My mother is behind her, looking at me with concerned eyes. I try my best to suck up my tears, but I'm bawling by the time they've got me in a chair, with a towel wrapped around me. Prim excuses herself, but she returns moments later with some bread.

The same bread that Peeta gave me.

She puts a piece in my hand, but I chuck it across the room, sending crumbs everywhere. Prim immediately goes to start picking the pieces up, and she puts the bread back into the fridge, shutting the door tightly.

"Katniss," Mother warns, but I simply roll my eyes and wrap the towel around me even tighter, enveloping myself in warmth. It feels so good, but when Prim gently takes the towel off me, I growl and yank it from her grasp. She lets out a gasp, but relents. I bury my face into the towel, sobbing my eyes out. Prim reaches out for a comforting touch, but I shake her offer away and go back to sulking about.

"Katniss, it'll be alright," Prim says, but she doesn't know what happened.

She soon will though, after word rings out all over Panem.

Sad Katniss, Unforgiving Peeta, and Agressive Cato. DRAMA!

Short chapter, sorry about the length. Next chapter should be longer, but PLEASE REVIEW!

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