Update: I'm not good with remembering names, but whichever one of you suggested Rue liking Peeta, you read my mind! I was going to do something of that sort. It'll make the alliance kinda tense. I love suggestions and will use anyone idea's in some way or form, even if it's not that obvious. Anyway, read and review pretty please!
Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins
Wilted Flowers
Chapter Ten
All's Fair in Love and War, Most of the Time
Prim's POV
I say goodbye to Rue as she is getting ready to leave, but feel a pang of jealousy as Peeta bids her goodnight and gives her a pat on the back. Why would he do that? I mean, we'll have to kill her if we are to win. Am I sensing something? I shake it off, not wanting to let it distract me.
We head back to our floor and I say goodbye to Peeta, wanting some alone time. I strip of my clothing and climb in bed, naked. My hair flows around me and I fall asleep almost instantly. After what seems like only a minute of rest Effie is banging on my door, demanding that I come to dinner.
I dress in a cotton sweatsuit and walk to the dining room, where the table is laden with food of all sorts. I eat pea soup with actual peas floating in them, and paper thin roast beef with little miniature vegetables. As I'm downing my glass of orange juice I notice that only Effie, Peeta, and I have shown up.
"Where're the others?" I ask, wiping my mouth and loading my plate with some sort of creamy potato soup with big chunks of ham and sprinkled with cheddar cheese. Effie sits down her glass of wine. "Well, Haymitch is probably drunk somewhere, and your stylists are busy planning your interview outfits." She explains.
I nod, and finish my soup, feeling full. All this eating as rewarded me with two fine pounds of extra fat. Peeta looks the same, strong and stocky and completely gorgeous. Peeta looks at me questioningly. "Are you alright? You look sick." He says.
I nod vigorously, scooting out my chair and standing up. "I'm fine, thank you, just nervous, although I'm always nervous, I'm just going to go now." I say, and rush to my room, feeling an emotion I've never felt before.
It was like an animal was awakening inside me. I could not be in love with a sixteen-year-old who is probably devising my death right at this moment. Sure, he may be in love with my sister, but what if it was all a lie? What if he just abandons me in the middle of the arena? I decided right then and there that I was not in love with Peeta Mellark anymore. We may be allies, but we will never be together in a million years. From now on, we're just allies, just friends.
I hear a small knock on my door and ignore it. But Peeta walks in anyway. He sits down next to me on my bed and strokes my hair out of my face. Something stirs in me, but I try to ignore it. "Prim, you can't blame yourself for being scared, I am too. Just don't try and deny it. You may be having second thoughts about me, but if you think I would kill you, then you should've broken off the alliance. But you haven't, which means deep down you trust me. I trust you, don't I?" He says. I don't respond.
He kisses my forehead, nearly crumbling my will to dust then and there. As he leaves, I can't help thinking, This is gonna be hard.
A/N: Sorry, I know it's a bit short! Please review, please, please, please! Thanks!