Katniss's prom dress link will be in my bio because I've literally got no way to explain this.
I wear blue and white short shorts and a white tank top to school with a jean jacket. I walk in the door with my face in my Calculus textbook. I slam right into someone. "Sorry," I mutter, stepping around them. The person grabs my arm to pull me to a halt. I look up, irritated, but it wipes away when I see it's Peeta. "Hi," I mumble. He doesn't bother my studying as I walk to our table. I'm definitely not the only one taking it this seriously. All the seniors are, and the juniors, a few of the sophomores but none of the freshmen. They're too dumb to realize how important finals are. Johanna has three textbooks in front of her and Annie is sharing one with her and Finnick has two in front of himself and Thresh has six and he's claimed a spot on the floor. I open my bag and get out all seven textbooks and lay them on the floor around me and get out a piece of paper and ask Peeta to quiz me. It is studying for both of us.
"You're not even going to give me a kiss?" Peeta demands.
"Sorry," I kiss him and go right back to studying.
"Told you," Finnick says.
"You're wrong. I talked to her about it." Peeta snaps.
"Oh and how did that go?" Thresh teases.
"Both of you shut the fuck up!" I snarl. People near us look up and everyone at our table look up in surprise. I move my textbooks to the table. "You listen up. I'm trying to study. If in don't pass these exams I can't go to Florida. Either you guys shut the fuck up or I sew your damn mouths shut!"
"Sorry Kitty, I forgot about your Florida issue." Finnick grumbles.
"Sorry Kat," Thresh moves to the table.
I hear a freshmen walk past with another girl and shout 'it's so unfair the stupid seniors get to go to Florida!' she said it pretty damn loud, and every single senior in the entire cafeteria looks at her with a deathly glare.
"Bitch, we're not stupid. You have to earn it, and you don't study for shit." I snap.
The fact that I got my period last night just pisses me off and I'm in a bad mood and I'm trying to fucking study and for her to say we're stupid just pisses me off even more.
"Bitch, don't call me a bitch. I don't have to study for shit because I know everything." She snaps. A lot of the seniors start laughing.
"Fine, you know everything, do you?" I slam my hands down on the table and stand up, get a piece of paper and write down a calculus problem. I hand her the paper and the pencil. "Let's see you answer 12th grade calculus." Johanna snickers. The girl looks down at the paper in her hands.
"I…can't." she says.
"Yeah? This is gonna be on your exam."
It won't, but she doesn't know that. Her eyes widen. "Really?" she asks.
"Yes, go fucking study!"
"You were better when you were trying to kill yourself!" she snaps.
Okay, that hurts, a whole lot.
"BITCH!" Johanna slaps her right across the face. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU DON'T SAY THAT YOU LITTLE CUNT!"
"What's a cunt?" she asks.
"YOU ARE!" Johanna screeches. "APOLOGIZE BEFORE I RIP YOUR FUCKING HAIR OUT!"
"I'm sorry!"
She runs for a table, grabbing her textbook from her book. A lot of the seniors laugh because we know that this shit won't be on her exam. I sit down in silence, hiding my emotions and melt in my book.
….a….
"Miss Everdeen, this is not English four." My Gym teacher says. We're walking track and I'm studying.
"Come on coach, I'm still walking track." I say.
"Study this." He hands me the study guide for gym and I leave my English textbook on a bench and continue walking track, studying the worksheet.
When school gets out I go right to work and then I work till eight, go home and work on that stupid twenty page study guide and then I let Mom force food down my throat and continue studying.
I go as far as putting my study guide for Creative Writing in a clear sleeve as study it in the shower. I stay up until three in the morning studying until I pass out at the table.
When I wake up, it's eleven in the afternoon. "Fuck!" I get up and start pulling random clothes on, grabbing my bag and all my books and running downstairs.
"You're going to school?" Mom asks, shocked.
"I overslept! I missed so much review, oh god." I rush out the door.
I nearly slam into Peeta in the hall. "Your at school!" he kisses me.
"I didn't pass out until three and I slept till eleven!" I exclaim.
"Well I got your work for your other teachers for you." he hands me some papers.
More study guides.
Fuck my life.
….a….
"Katniss put the books down for just three hours! It's Thursday night, Prom is tomorrow and you don't even have your dress!" Grandma exclaims.
"I can't or I'll fail. I'll just find something tomorrow."
"Katniss, please," Mom begs.
"Fine!" I snap. "If I fail-"
"If you fail then Daddy and I will pay to send you to Florida anyways."
"I still can't fail-"
"I know." Mom says. "Three hours won't kill you. I'm surprised you don't have the books recognized already."
The girls force me into the car, refusing to let me bring books.
I took pictures of every page in each book, so I'm studying when we walk in the door of the shop. "Alright, just look around and find one you like. You're not paying so don't look at the price."
I'm used to looking at the price and doing math in my head. I'm not on my parent's phone or insurance or any of that anymore. The only thing I'm taking from them is a roof over my head. I feed myself, I buy everything I need for myself, I do everything for myself.
I wander around then dress shop, studying in my head as I look at dresses. "What color? White?" Effie asks.
"No…something…exotic but not annoying…"
"So like coral?" Grandma asks.
"Yeah, like coral." I agree. I love that color. My phone beeps.
Baby: what color is your prom dress?
Me: um…I don't have one…
Baby: you don't…have one?
Me: well I'm looking for one now but I don't have it yet…
Baby: do you have any idea when you will have it?
Me: before tomorrow…
Baby: hon, I need a legit answer…
Me: uh…
I see a mint green dress and I check the size and see it's my size and it is absolutely beautiful.
It has a hole in between my boobs but only a small one. It's extremely hard to explain.
Baby: Kat…
Me: i'm a girl and girls need time. Can you wait like…ten minutes…
Baby: okay…do you even care why I need to know?
Me: yes but I have a feeling you won't tell me
Baby: because I need it for that thing in the pocket of the tux.
Me: those things Mr. Mosby always has in Zach and Cody?
Baby: exactly!
Me: I miss that show.
Baby: I've got Netflix on my laptop and I have a hot spot for internet. How about we watch it on the bus on the way to Florida?
Me: I think all the girls are in one bus and the boys in another.
Baby: that's fucked up.
Me: I know
Baby: well you have a hotspot too, right?
Me: yeah.
Baby: so we can Skype!
Me: I guess...or facetime Your adorable..
Baby: I wish I could see you. in can't see you till tomorrow. Your not going to school, right? Nobody is going to be there anyways. And no facetime, the screen is too small.
Me: nah I'm gonna ditch tomorrow. And okay Skype it is.
Baby: so I won't see you till tomorrow?
Me: we'll skype…
Baby: okay, the dress Katniss.
Me: shit I forgot I'll brb
"I think this is it." I call. All the girls with me come rushing over.
"This is perfect. Try it on." Effie grabs it, shoves it at me and pushes me into the dressing room. I strip down to my strapless bra and panties and struggle to get into the dress. After getting pissed, I stick my head out, grab the back of my sisters shirt and pull her in with me, shutting the door before anyone can see what I have got to offer. She helps me into the dress and it fits perfectly. She squeals and opens the door and pushes me out.
"It's perfect! The perfect size and everything!" Mom claps her hands.
I love this dress. I am in love with this dress. I will cry if this dress gets ruined. "This is it." I say seriously.
PEETA'S POV
I want to see her again before Prom. I really want to. We're meeting there because Katniss has said they're going to be late. It's midnight and it's killing me because I know she is still awake. I give in and call her.
"Hey," she asks quietly.
"Did I wake you up?" I ask her.
She sighs softly, "I'm so frustrated right now." She mumbles.
"Why? What's wrong? Are you okay? Katniss I'm on my way-"
"I can't sleep. Geez, calm down crazy, no, but seriously I'm so overtired and exhausted and I can't sleep; I've been in bed since eight and sleep just isn't coming."
"Want me to come hold you?" I ask. I will do it and she knows it.
"Yes but don't. You need to sleep too." She says.
"Wait, you really do?" I ask.
"No." she says.
I sigh quietly. "I was hoping you would say yes." I mumble. "I really, really, really miss you."
"Peeta you just saw me at one." She laughs.
"I know but that was almost twelve hours ago. That was eleven hours, 660 minutes ago, and 39600 seconds ago." I complain as I stand up and pull on a pair of basketball shorts.
"And you only have to wait till six to see my again."
"That's a day and something." I groan as I rake my fingers through my hair and grab my car keys and my wallet and walking downstairs.
"I know…I miss you too, but we're going to have to deal with it. Although I really wish I could hug you…" she sighs. I start my car and pray to god she didn't hear it.
"Katniss your making me sad." I admit.
"Sorry, I'll hang up." She whispers.
"Don't hang up." I reply. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."
"Okay…" I hear a noise and I think she's moving around in her bed. I shut off my headlights as I pull into her driveway and I get out of the car and sit down on the hood.
"Kat?" I ask.
"Yes?" she sounds frustrated and I know it's because she can't sleep.
"You should come outside." I reply. The line goes dead. I sit on the hood, my feet on the driveway. The front door opens and I hear her whispering to someone.
"Please?" I hear her ask. She pauses. "Yes Mom, I promise." She says. "Okay," she walks out and shut the door behind her, running off the porch and right over to me, right into my arms. I bury my head in her cocoanut shampoo as my arms wrap tightly around her. She doesn't say anything for a long time.
"Are you okay?" I run my fingertips up and down my arms and I feel goose bumps rise, and I smile at the reaction she had.
"Peeta?" she whispers. "Will you sleep over?" she asks so sweetly and innocently.
"Katniss I told you the other day I can't control myself-"
"Please?" she asks desperately. "I just asked my Mom and she said yes. Just stay out of my closet."
"Katniss…" I hesitate.
"Please?" she looks up at me. Tears are in her eyes and I think it might just be because she's overtired because she isn't about to cry. Or she's so tired she's about to start crying. "But you need to leave by ten, that's all. Please? Please Peeta? Pleeeeease?"
"Alright…" I take a deep breath and tap her nose. "Only because you said please," I kiss her forehead.