"Prim, I'm sorry, I'm really busy-"
"I broke up with Rory yesterday." She whispers.
"You what!" I shout. Then I look all around me to make sure nobody saw. They did, of course.
"I know…it was an act now think later thing. Katniss, what do I do?" she whispers.
Johanna and I own the house and we're moving in tomorrow. Next week is Christmas and I have so much to get done. I hired a gardener and someone to take care of the pool because I haven't got a clue how. I'm at the mall getting last minute gifts and a ton of Christmas decorations and lights. A ton of Christmas lights I drop all my stuff in the car and go to the Christmas place, thinking.
After begging and pleading with Dad for three hours, he finally agreed to fly out to California for Christmas. This is going to be huge. I have ten rooms in my house and thirteen bathrooms. I'm keeping my room locked because I don't want people nosing through my stuff and my bathroom is in there and I have some things I don't want them to find. Like sex toys and gifts and random things like that. Johanna is going to do the same. We have eight rooms open and six open at Peeta's house and two at Rye's. People are staying all over, but on Christmas Eve they're going to be at my house.
"Prim, honey…I don't know what to tell you." I whisper. I start buying a ton of ornaments and miscellaneous things and gift wrap, a whole lot of it. I drop that stuff in my car too.
"Katniss, you did exactly what I did! Please help me! I love him and I want him back!"
"Prim I don't know what to tell you. With Peeta and I, well it was different." I admit as I walk into the alcohol place and start grabbing random bottles. I have emptied half the shelves when I realize that people are gaping at me like I'm mental. I laugh a bit. "I have three hundred or so people coming for Christmas. I need alcohol." I tell them. They all look relieved at my explanation.
"Wow," someone laughs. "Your more normal than I thought you were." I just smile.
"Katniss how is it any different with you and Peeta?" Prim demands.
"Prim-"
"Because it isn't, it's not different at all!"
"First of all, I don't even know how you broke up. Second, don't get snippy at me. I didn't even do anything."
I can hear her sharply exhale on the other line. "When is the last time you and Peeta had sex? Is he depriving you? Is that why your being such a bitch? Or are you pregnant?"
"Last night, if you must know," I reply angrily as I put a ton of bottles on the counter and go and grab most of the rest of them. "I'm paying you extra for this. Sorry I emptied your selves…I have a closet that can fit 5,000 bottles…"
"It's alright," he says.
"Are you going to help me or not?" Prim demands.
"Tell me how you broke up and I can help you." I reply.
"Fine, he wanted to have sex, I told him 'no', he asked 'why?' I said because I said, then I said 'your annoying. I'm breaking up with you.' and then I went home." She snaps.
"That's ridiculous! You're so short tempered." I reply.
"Yeah, whatever, can you call Gale or something and tell him you'll fuck him if he gets Rory to get back together with me? He's so in love with you. It's disgusting."
"I'm not going to do that. I have Peeta, why would I call Gale? I have no interest in him whatsoever." The guy has to get help from the other workers to ring me up.
"So? He doesn't need to know that." She replies.
"No Prim, I'm not going to do that."
"Why not!" she snaps.
"Because I love Peeta. I'm not going to go and sleep with Gale to help you get what you want. Just go over and tell Rory your just like me and that your sorry abd beg for forgiveness. If he turns you down then don't mope about it because he obviously doesn't care about you."
"Do you want help bringing these to your car?" the guy asks.
"Yes please," I reply.
"I can't do that! He hates me!" she says.
"How do you know he hates you if you didn't try?" I ask.
"I don't, but-"
"But nothing. You can't possibly know he hates you because you haven't even tried-" My phone beeps and I see an incoming call from Peeta. "Hang on Prim, I got another call. Don't hang up,"
"Whatever," she grumbles. I put her on hold and answer Peeta.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hey, I know you're busy but Johanna, the band and everyone is here and we're moving you guys in today." Peeta says. I struggle to stay on the phone and carry bags and bags wrapped in alcohol at the same time.
"Now?" I ask.
"Yes." He hears my sigh of irritation and stress and then quickly adds, you don't have to come though, we have it under control."
"Johanna doesn't even know the code to the gate. How do you expect to get in?" I ask as I unlock my car and open the trunk, putting the backseats down.
"Why doesn't she know the code?" he asks.
"It's not that she doesn't know it, it's more of the fact that she can't remember anything. I'll drop by and put the code in. Just call me when your there." I say.
"Okay, are you okay? You sound really stressed." He says.
"Because I am really stressed, but I'll be fine. I need to go, Prim is on the other line." I sigh.
"Okay, love you." he says.
"Love you too," I hang up and go back to Prim. "Are you still there?" I ask.
"Yes." She says.
"You have to go over there and talk to him." I tell her. The guys finish putting all the alcohol in the car and I have them each a hundred dollar tip. I get in my car and start to back up. Someone drivers right into my car. "Fuck! Dammit, I have to go, someone just fucking ran into my fucking car! Another thing to make me more stressed!" I snap.
"What? Are you okay?" she asks.
"I'm fine. I'll call you back." I say. I hang up. The person gets out of the car and is already on the phone with the police.
Fucking great! Just great! Now the police are going to come and find that I have 5,00 bottles of all different fucking kinds of alcohol and the paparazzi is probably right around the fucking corning ready to go and say that I was drunk driving and rammed the person.
This is the worst day or my entire life. I call Peeta again.
"I'm not coming to put the code in. I got into a car accident and-"
"What! Oh my god, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I reply. "No, I'm not fine. Physically I am, but mentally I'm not."
"Oh my god, Katniss, do you want me to come down there?"
"No. Don't. I have 5,000 bottles of alcohol in my car, the paparazzi are going to say I was drinking and driving. The last thing I need is for you to get caught in the mess too."
"Okay…Katniss…" he sighs. "Be strong honey. Don't do act now thing later. That is never going to end well."
"I will. I have to go." I hang up and pocket my phone. The guy is probably in his thirties. He's got his wife and kids with him.
Fucking great, this is just great. I want to just get ran over. I want to cry. I want to die right now. I hear sirens and I get out my keys and wallet and slam my car door. I can tell that they're all pissed off and I'm glad they're not treating me any different than they would if I were anyone else. I do have on sunglasses…I don't even need them. It's cloudy. I pull them off and toss them in the front seat and sit down on the bumper. I hear sirens in the distance.
Not only does a cop car show up, but so do a fire truck and an ambulance.
Even they don't treat me differently. I can see the paparazzi in the bushes. They search the other people's car first. When they search mine though, they freeze.
Oh how I wish I could start shouting at them.
And to make it worse, they do a drug and alcohol test on me. I have to breathe ingot this machine and they take some blood from me and put it in another machine. Actual paparazzi vans start showing and other police cars show up and force them to leave. A fucking news car is here, too.
I'm so glad I learned to wipe my face of any emotion. I do this now, and I'm satisfied when I see my reflection in the mirror of the cop car and see I appear bored.
"Miss Everdeen, we're taking you in." a police officer says. I arch an eyebrow.
"For what?" I ask.
They ignore me. There's even more paparazzi and they're flooding the parking lot. I'm struggling not to cry right now I want someone to shoot me.
I haven't drank a beer in my entire life! I've never driven drunk!
The order me to put my hands on the hood of my car.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to talk to a lawyer and have him present with you while you are being questioned. If you cannot afford to hire a lawyer, one with be appointed to represent you before any questioning if you wish. You can decide at any time to exercise these rights and not answer any questions or make any statements."
And then, with the cameras clicking and the news reporters doing live cases, I'm shoved into a cop car and the door is slammed.