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THAT SON OF A BITCH CATO IS GONNA PAY! HOW DARE HE RAPE KATNISS! She's too good for him. What is Katniss going to tell Peeta? So many question and TOO MUCH DAMN TIME! Update soon Please!

I laughed so damn hard I had to pee. No joke. You and TwiHunger made me want to start writing the next chapter right away. That's why I'm dedicating this chapter to you two.

this is gonna be good XD

Chapter 8

I sigh. "When did he do that to your wrists?" I look at her left arm. There is new blood on it from where Cato grabbed her.

"When he raped me." She says quietly. "But it's not the first time he hurt me like this."

"Why didn't you break up with him?"

"I've been dreading the moment you would ask that question, but you have a right to know."

Katniss sits back in her seat and shrugs. "Before I answer that, I need to tell you something personal."

"Oh yeah?"

She leans in closer to me. "You smell like a dead homeless guy."

"Uh, thanks." I laugh. "Blood, sweat, and tears. Literally." Katniss smiles. "There's more than that though."

"Take it off." She says suddenly.

"What?" Her response startles me a little. "Oh, uh, I can just leave it on, it's fine."

"I'm not going to molest you, just take the damn shirt off." She chuckles.

I shrug. "Take the wheel for me."

Katniss grabs the wheel and I reach down to the hem of my shirt. Driving in Katniss's car with her holding the wheel for me wasn't one of the ways I pictured taking my shirt off for her. Usually it was in my bedroom, but I'm not going to get into that. The last thing I need is my friend to be making an appearance again. "Now what?" I hold my shirt in one hand and take the wheel again.

Katniss is silent. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her mouth open and eyes wandering over my bare chest and abdomen. I smile at her. Now that she's caught, she bites her lip and looks away. "Now that you're done eye raping me, can you tell me what I'm supposed to do with my shirt?"

"Uh, here give it to me." She takes it out of my hand and rolls down her window.

"What the hell are you doing?" I laugh.

"Let me just air it out a little." She holds my shirt out the window and shakes it. I keep my eyes on the road while she does so. "Fuck! Stop the car!"

I slam on the brakes and hear gasps coming from the backseat. "Sorry!" I whisper loudly. I back the car up and turn it around.

"Okay, stop here." Katniss says.

I put the car in park and get out. Katniss is at my side with a flashlight. She growls.

"What?" I ask her.

"Goddamn Cato. Because of you, I am in the middle of the mountains looking for a fucking shirt." She mutters.

I chuckle, "Yeah, goddamn that Cato." My smile leaves my face and I get serious. "Why did you go out with him in the first place?"

Katniss takes a breath. "Well, in the beginning he was so sweet. He made me laugh. And when he smiled,"

"He was really hot?" I say in a high-pitched girly voice. Katniss slaps my shoulder.

"I don't know, maybe it was the way other girls looked at me when I was with him. I felt so proud. I thought I was the lucky girl that this big, strong Army guy chose."

"And it didn't bother you that he was an asshole?"

"I guess I just made excuses for him because," she pauses for a moment, "it was nice to feel wanted."

"Okay, there it is." She looks confused. "I don't get it. There are so many guys that would love to go out with you."

"For a night maybe." She says quietly. We continue walking and looking for my shirt with the flashlight. "Why did you do it?"

"What?"

"The speech."

"Oh, it's, it doesn't matter."

"No, tell me," she begs.

"It's just, you are popular, have the army boyfriend. I'm me, the baker's son and complete nerd. It's ridiculous to even think that you would want me the way I want you." I sigh. "I guess I just wanted to talk to you. But I never did, and I realized that it was my last chance."

"Peeta," Katniss says. "I'm glad you did." My whole body warms at the sight of her smile. Then she laughs.

"What?"

"Nothing." She smirks.

"No, what is it?" I try and look into her eyes, but they're fixated on my chest.

"You don't have a shirt on."

"Well, yeah that's your fault." I joke. She doesn't have any reaction. "Wanna make out?" Nothing. "Katniss!"

"Huh?"

I just shake my head and smile. "You were checking me out."

"No I wasn't!"

"What did I ask you then?"

"Uh, 'have we found my shirt yet?'"

"Nope."

"Well, you can't blame me!" She stops walking. "I mean, you are like- I'm going to stop there."

"No, no go on."

"Fine. I talk about your body without blushing while you talk about mine without getting turned on."

"Never mind."

"That's what I thought." Katniss pats my bare back and looks back to the road. "Hey look! It's your shirt!"

As I reach out to grab it, a raccoon puts its paws on it and picks it up. "Uh," what the hell do I do now?

"Aww! He's so cute!"

"Hey little fella! That's not food, that's my shirt."

Katniss smiles. "Hey there! Give Peeta back his shirt now."

I take another step and the raccoon screeches at us and stands on its hind legs. Katniss screams (although I'm sure I do too), and drops the flashlight. I pick it up and grab her hand. We run back to the car and lock ourselves inside.

"What happened?" The three in the back are laughing, but Gale tries to hide it, which doesn't help.

"A raccoon took my shirt hostage." I say as I start the car up again.

"A fucking raccoon? Come on man!" Gale laughs.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be talking Gale. I'm not the one that got bitten by a cow."

He's silent after that.

this was a little shorter, but not by much, than the other chapters. Please review!

thanks XD