Sorry for the later update, been busy with stuff! Hope to get some more chapters in for saying sorry! So here we go!

He runs his hands through his smooth hands; we arrived in the meadow and hung around the top, near the wooden gate. Looking over the rolling hills of the countryside, I can imagine running, for I'd like to be anywhere but here.

"It's cold, this needs to be quick" He states, clearly. I nod, snapping out of my daydream, and wait for him to continue.

"So?" He looks at me. "I heard about the whole dismissing thing earlier?" He starts

I shake my head

" Something must be up, and don't say that there's not"

I gulp.

"Woof..." I groan

"Katniss please, tell me!" He pleads.

I look out again, to freedom, to a safe place, and look back.

"It's about that night" I stutter out quickly.

Even if it is dark, I see his eyebrow cock up.

"Yes?"

"I was stupid! I shouldn't have done that!" I exclaim and I see him sadly nod

"We thought it was to do with that..." He mutters

"You're regretting it, and I know, maybe it was too fast, let's understand that, and take it slower?" I nod, and bite my lip.

"What did Peeta say?" I whisper. He runs his hands through again

"He said you were acting off, as if you were trying to shake him off" He explains

"I'm sorry..." I weakly try

"Apologise to him, not me" He hurtfully says

I nod, and he grabs my arm. "Would it be easier for it to just be you two?" He equally hurtfully says.

I look up at him in shock "No" I stutter out before I think "No..." I repeat.

"Good" He nods; "If you're sure" He mutters and lets the grasp fall

"But Katniss, please... Tell us next time?"

I shyly agree "Woof, I haven't known you for that long... I know I'm in this, and I won't back down, because I want to stay in it" I start, and he starts listening intently.

"I think I've been a bit stupid, rushing into things like this..." I finally let my feelings out

He opens his mouth to speak, but steps forward, takes my arms and crashes his lips to mine.

I gasp into his mouth and smile, he's the forgiving type. Our lips entwine, and he runs his tongue along my bottom lip, and I grant him access. He puts his hands in my hair and I pull away, leaning my forehead on his.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, we hold hands and walk back to the house. By the time we arrive, it is pitch black and freezing.

"You cold?" Woof enquires, and I shakily nod my head.

He embraces me for a hug, and then pulls me inside the door. He removes his jumper and hands it to me; all he wears underneath is his thin, white shirt. I weakly smile, thank him, and slide it on.

We make our way through the winding corridors, to our community. I know we'll be the only ones there, so I make no rush to get there.

"Woof, what should I do?" I suddenly express, stopping in the corridor. "About?" He asks me, clearly worried. His eyes brows knit into a tight expression

"Peeta" I bluntly state.

I see him trying to come up with a formula "Just act normal, don't overdo it though" He concludes, I bite my lip, "Okay" I mutter.

We get to the door I collided with, and Woof opens it, and lets me step in first. I nod in gratitude.

"I've got some homework..." I smile, "Katniss, we have the same homework, we are both in biology" He laughs, and I shrug

"Fair enough," I smirk, and he gestures to the sofas.

We take opposite ones, and both reach into our bas to retrieve our books. My new blue one is the only one in my bag, and sits lonely next to my day planner.

I open it up, and pull the sheet out.

"MMR... we've got to write about" I mutter "Fun..."

He laughs and shrugs his shoulders

"It's better that some stuff" And I agree.

We promptly finish the homework, and settle down. Not long after, Chaff walks in, raising a hand as he walks to his room.

He looks moody. Real moody.

I look at Woof for confirmation and he shrugs. "Probably girl problems" He mouths and I leave it.

"Oh, have you checked your mail in a while?" I ponder, and Woof promptly shakes his head, standing up, he extends his arm "C'mon" He gestures, as he pulls me up

"Thanks," I say as I straighten my skirt.

We small chat as we make our way down the winding corridors. We get to the mail room, and I walk over to the cupboard. Tracing my finger over the names, I get to Woof, "Here you go, jeez, that's a thick envelope!" I laugh as he grasps it

"Don't know what this is..." And his head knits together again. He shrugs and put it down by his side.

I get to my slot, and find two envelopes. I smile. "Two!" I laugh.

"Someone's popular!" Woof winks, as I look down in my hands, one envelope is handwritten, in writing very familiar, but not traceable, the other, is machine printed.

We arrive back in the common area and I see Peeta sitting there. I instantly forget about my lingering thoughts on who wrote the letter, and start to worry about how I acted.

I was stupid, I know.

The worries come flooding back.

Maybe it's not a good idea- I haven't known these boys for that long! What if the feelings momentary?! I shudder and force my mind clear. Peeta looks up and frowns, I give him a reassuring smile, and he looks relieved. He grins.

I see he's just come back from training; his stick is balanced on the edge of the sofa, with his water bottle standing upright next to it. He still wears his shin pads and his socks are pulled above them. I stiffle a laugh. Peeta looks at me funny "Nice under socks" I laugh, as I look at the pair of socks underneath the thick pair, they're a pink and purple zig-zagged pattern.

He looks down and laughs. "Only pair I could find" He explains, beckoning me over. I slowly walk over to him and the atmosphere changes.

It becomes awkward, uncomfortable. I cringe inwardly and feel like walking away. I look at him, the way he looks at me with such an adoring look. "Come here" He smiles, as I pass him, and sit next to him.

There's a sudden spark, the way our bodies sculpt together, even sitting next to each other. I smile as I feel relived, I sigh happily as Peeta wraps his arm round my neck, and look at him funny as soon as he quickly withdraws it "Did a lot of running" He meekly explains, and I laugh "Oh right," I smirk as I lean into him.

Woof disappeared into the other community when we passed, and hasn't arrived back yet.

"You alright?" Peeta kindly asks, and I nod

"Yeah, fine..." I leave it trailing.

"Katniss?" He senses

"I'm sorry..." I weakly stutter out "I shouldn't have-"

He puts his finger to my lips "Shhh, don't worry" He comforts.

I frown, and in a hurry to leave before he asks anything, I tell him I need the toilet, and that I'm going to my room for a bit.

He nods knowingly and turns back to the magazine he was reading beforehand.

I lay down my envelopes, and firstly open the computer printed one.

Dear Miss Everdeen, it started.

'We welcome you to county hockey, trials for the high packs and the regional team are held on the third Sunday, at 12 noon, we are looking forward to seeing you there' It stated, going into more details that I honestly couldn't be bothered to read.

I turn to the next envelope, and get myself comfortable. I prise the envelope open slowly and take the carefully folded paper out.

I read through it, my heart beating out of control.

My breathing rate quickens.

My head feels light

Oxygen runs low

My lips are dry,

What I read at the bottom, violates anything I have ever been told. It rules out all my childhood.

The images swim in distant figures around my dizzy head.

For the name printed on the bottom of the paper reads 'Mum'