Once I reach my room, I put my stuff on the bed. I look at the clock to know the time, but my mirror catches my eye. I look at myself. I don't look too bad from afar; my hair looks nice, my make-up seems OK, and my outfit is cute. Then I step closer. I begin to see more flaws, such as my eye liner is a tad smeared, and my hair has a few that are sticking out. Now that I see what everyone else does when they talk to me, I look worse up close. Could this be the reason? Is it because I'm not as put together as other girls are in my school like Glimmer, who never seems to have a hair out of place ever?
I'm not one of those insecure girls who thinks they're ugly and fat and will never get a boyfriend, I think I'm alright looking, and it's good to have some curves! But I do know I don't compare to Glimmer and Madge, which is obvious because I'm not popular like they are. Peeta's one to date popular girls, which that I am not. Maybe that's why.
Could Peeta be embarrassed of me? It is a possibility. I mean, I'm pretty sure Gale and Madge are the only other people who know about us. I fix my hair and retouch my make-up a bit and look in the mirror again. I look much better; I look as I did from afar. In the corner of my eye, I see Prim, peeking in my room.
"Hey there, how was school?" I ask her. She lights up and shows me the paper she had to write.
"It's about our favorite person, but it's only the beginning paragraph, unfortunately. Wanna hear it?" she smiles at me. I nod, and she begins reading.
"'My Favorite Person', by Primrose Everdeen," she begins. "There's always that one person in your life that you can look up to, rather it's a celebrity or a family member. Most of you guys are going to put a well-known actress or model, or a football player. But I'm not; I don't look up to them. They have done some cool stuff, I'll agree, but it's not really going to help you or the world. My favorite person, now she'll make a difference in this world. That person is my loving sister, Katniss Everdeen."
"Aw, Prim! You didn't have to write it about me!" I say as I give her a squeeze.
"Yes I did, it's true! I look up to you, Katniss. I want to be just like you when I'm older," she hugs me and heads towards her room, "Anyone who you're friends with or dating is lucky to have you. I'm glad I get to call you my sister." With that being said, she leaves and heads to her room to finish her paper.
Two hours later, I receive a text from Peeta asking if I want to come over. I tell him yes and head over there. I decided to ask him what the real reason he doesn't want to go public yet is. As soon as I get there, he greets me with open arms, but I deny his hug and walk straight passed him and say, "Why don't you want people to know that we're talking?"
"Uh… is it bugging you that much?" I nod my head, "Well, as you and everyone else knows, I'm not much of a public person when it comes to everyone knowing everything about my life and-"
"I know, but people always knew about your dating life, so what's so different now?" I interrupt. I know he senses the anger in my voice; it's faint, but it's definitely there.
"It's different now because I didn't like that, and I know you don't, either. Having everyone know we're talking will start rumors and stuff. So, if and when I ask you to be my girlfriend, then everyone can know. It'll make things easier on both of us, Katniss, I promise."
Somehow, he has managed to get right in front of me without me realizing it. I hear him breathing he's standing so close to me. I look into his eyes and he looks right back into mine. I finally give him the hug he wanted and say OK into his neck. He hugs me back and kisses my cheek. We stare at each other for a second, and then he passionately kisses me. The kiss gets harder and deeper, and then it turns into a make out.
We somehow make it to his room and in the position where he's laying on top of me. I feel his hands move from my neck to my waist, and I begin to feel different inside. I've never felt this before; I'm nervous, but I kind of want to go further at the same time. Obviously, I've never had sex before, but I'm not sure if I can say the same for Peeta; he's always had luck with girls.
He breaks the kiss for a moment, "Are you comfortable with this? I feel like you aren't. I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
I nod my head, telling him that this is all alright, that I'm perfectly fine. He goes back to making out with me and moves my shirt up a tad to where his hand is on my waist and under my shirt. I start to get nervous when his hand keeps sliding up; it's now right under my left boob. I feel his arm go back down and out of my shirt when I notice he stopped kissing me. He lifts his upper body off of me and takes off his shirt. I take a moment to examine his gorgeously toned body. He doesn't have legitimate abs, but you can definitely see them forming! He leans back down and begins kissing me again, putting his hand right back to where they were on me.
With a bit more confidence, I take my shirt off, leaving me with an off-white tank top and bra. I noticed him looking at my boobs, but then he transferred his gaze back to my eyes and took off my tank top. I covered up myself and he kissed me and said, "Don't. You're beautiful, Katniss."
That made me smile. I put my arms around his neck and continued making out with him. We probably did this for about thirty minutes or so until we heard his front door open and a giant thud. Peeta quickly got up to see what it was. I took a bit longer because I wanted to put my shirt back on. When I finally got out there, I saw his brother passed out on the floor.