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The next three days we had off school; they do it every year if reaping day falls in the week. It gives people time to grieve in private; which is what Delly was inevitably doing and I left her to it, that is up until the third day when I took the opportunity to check on Delly with permission from my father to take an hour away from the bakery.
After first completing a few hours work in the kitchen when it's always a little too busy for me to not work, I hung up my apron and slipped out of the back door.
I took some bread with me, knowing Delly's parents would be busy working and she wouldn't have eaten.
It wasn't a long walk to Delly's house; it took no more than five minutes. I tentatively knocked but got no answer. As I had sort of suspected, her parents were out working and she was probably in her room in that same place and position I had left her in yesterday. I opened the front door, closed it behind me and made my way upstairs. Just in case, I knocked before I entered her room but a simple groan told me it was okay for me to enter.
I was right, she was in the exact position I left her in.
'Oh Delly, what are we going to do with you?' I ask, mostly to myself. I sat down next to her and started stroking her hair.
'I should have volunteered.' She whispers.
'What good would that have done Dells? Then he would never have let you die and you'd be even worse off then you are now because he'd be dead for sure.' I said, whilst stroking her hair, keeping up a consistent rhythm.
I felt her sigh and she began to pull herself into a sitting position. Once she was up I put my arm around her and she leant into my side.
'What would I do without you Peet?' she asks.
'You'd need a shower for the rest of your life.' I whisper.
She laughed slightly and her hand automatically came up to her hair, which is a tangle of blonde.
'I can tell I'm a mess.' She smiled.
'You are, but you have some cause to be. I'll let you have a shower because you really need one.' I smile at her. 'I'll be downstairs making you something to eat.'
'Shut it, Peet.' She smiles, but I can see her struggling to keep it from faltering.
I leave her side and close the door on my way out. She'll be a while dealing with that mess. I laugh to myself at that; it's all I can do not to cry because she reminds me so much of Sam and it pains me to see her like this.
It also frustrates me because they weren't even together but as we grew as friends they grew closer and the sexual tension between the two of them has just multiplied in the last six months. They wouldn't even start dating, it was so frustrating but they both kept coming up with excuses. Now Delly may not have the chance to see him again.
I'm such a hypocrite.
What if Katniss' name had been drawn? I have never kissed her before, I would probably never get the chance again if she was reaped; she had a fair chance at winning, but for District Twelve the odds are never really in our favour. Really this experience with Sam and Delly should push me into going after her and pursuing her, but something inside tells me it wouldn't work. She's too close to that Hawthorne boy who is two years older.
Gale.
Eugh, I hate him.
I'm jealous, yes.
I still hate him.
I make Delly something to eat and boil some water for tea. I make myself a cup and I'm blowing the steam off of it when i hear her coming down the stairs.
'That's an improvement.' I say smiling. Her hair is now de-tangled and washed and she has a fresher looking face than before.
'Shut up Peet.' She laughs. She knows I love her really.
'Are you feeling any better?' I ask as she begins eating.
'A little; I feel like I've cried myself dry and that's all been washed away by the shower now. I'm still so torn up about it though.'
'It'll be alright Delly.' Is all I can manage to say.
She smiles weakly at me. 'I know Peet. Thanks for all this by the way.'
'It's no problem. I have to take care of you, it's my job.' I smile. She bumps shoulders with me and the conversation swerves in a fairly normal direction.
Once she had finished the food i'd made her, and i was sure she would be okay by herself I said my goodbyes, promising to meet he in the morning so we can walk to school; normally the honour would be all Sam's, but he'll be busy getting prepped in the Capitol for the training week he's about to face.
I leave Delly's house and catch sight of a familiar figure with her father's hunting jacket wrapped around her fragile little body. Next to her I see Gale. They are standing outside his house, which I now remember is fairly close to the edge of the Seam and is therefore near Delly's house.
God I hate him.
I see Katniss turn away from him, probably to make the trek back to her house, and we make eye contact. I smile at her which she immediately reciprocates. I was about to turn and make my own way back home when I saw her set off in an unexpected direction.
She was walking towards me.
A/N You got to love a cliffy :D mwahaha ;) what will she say to him? i wonder...
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