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Chapter 9

The class trudges out the door and I head to chemistry and sit myself down. A short man with white poofy hair and thin rimmed glasses walks into the room.

"Hello! You must be Katniss!" He says placing his books on the desk and looking at me. "I'm Mr. Volts, but everyone calls me Mr. V or Beetee. "OK! So today you will be choosing your partners. Take in mind that you'll be partners for the rest of the term." I look around the room and see Gale sneaking glances at me 'Partners?' He mouths and I nod and grin. Mr V gives us our task and Gale walks over to me.

"Hey Catnip!" He says.

"Katniss." I hiss and he grins mischievously.

"Haha that's your new nick name!" He says opening his chemistry book to the page Mr V wrote on the board and we begin to work. It's not long before we're both giggling like little girls when glimmer accidently does the wrong thing and a cloud of smoke bursts in her face. Gale is laughing so hard that he knocks something into our beaker and the same cloud of smoke that covered glimmers face covers his. He stands there trying hard not to get angry and smash the beaker. We burst out laughing and I toss him a rag to wipe his face with.

"This is going to be an interesting term." I say to him and he grins. We clean our bench and the bell rings. We part ways and I go to my locker. Peeta is there getting his books and I smile at him. He smiles back.

"Hey." He says

"Hey," I reply "I miss you already." I whisper to him and he gives me sad smile. It's not fair. Why can't we just go public like everyone else? Uhh! "What do you have now?" I ask changing the subject.

He checks his timetable and replies "Maths then cooking." He says.

"Yay! Same!" I grab my books and head with Peeta to maths. We enter the classroom and see a frail woman at the front trying to calm the class down who have gone mad throwing paper airplanes and chucking paper balls at each other. I sigh and take a seat.

Peeta doesn't join me but stands at the front. He cups his hands to his mouth "Everyone! Stop it! Now!" He yells but no-one listens so I decide to take action and I stand up at the front.

"You may want to block your ears." I say to the teacher and Peeta.

You see, being a singer and being into drama you learn to project your voice. I scream as loudly and as high pitched as I can. Everyone puts their hands up to their ears to block out my deafening scream. They all turn to the front and I stop screaming and smile to Peeta and the teacher. "I told you." I say smugly taking my seat again. All eyes follow me on my way back. "What?" I say and everyone turns to the front.

Peeta takes his seat next to me and looks at me shocked. "What… How…Where did that come from?" He asks.

I smile smugly. "It's a gift." The remainder of the class I do the questions in the text book easily. It seems that every time I look up I catch someone staring at me, each time I scowl in return and they look away. However, Peeta is constantly asking me questions.

"But that doesn't make sense, why would we need to find the gradient of a line?" He asks.

I sigh "Builders use it to design stuff like ramps." I say finishing off my last question.

"What? It's not like I'm going to be a builder when I grow up…" He trails off.

"Well you never know," I begin a grin stretching across my face. "You might become a famous ramp designer!" I finish packing up my books.

I had finished all the questions and was waiting for the bell to ring. I looked at Peeta and he was just finishing off the last question. I waited for him to pack up and we walked over to cooking.

Just for the record… I SUCKED at cooking. I'm only in this class because Prim being Prim stole my subject selection form and signed me up for my least favourite subject. My mum took my form and posted it and I only found out today that I was doing cooking. I'm good at pretty much everything else but cooking… no. I burn things ALL the time and I burn and cut myself ALL the time.

Mrs. Styles (A/N: NO) walked in and the class went silent. "Hello! You must be Katniss Everdeen!" She says walking up to me. "I'm Mrs. Styles (A/N: NO) But you can call me Portia! All the other students have paired up except for Peeta so I guess you'll have to be with him." Why is Peeta alone? I turn to Peeta and walk over to him.

"Why aren't you paired up?" I ask hip tilting my head to the side questioningly.

He just smiles smugly and says "You'll see."

We are given the recipe for a cake and I immediately see why Peeta was not paired up.

Peeta is a whizz in the kitchen. He twists and turns as her pours the ingredients in a bowl, mixing them, putting them in a cake tray and straight into the oven. I barely even had a chance to help he just… did it.

"What… How… Where did that come from?" I ask him amazed at his talent.

"It's a gift," He says smiling smugly as I did to him earlier in maths. I'm speechless. "I work in the ba- Hey that's where I know you from!" I look at him curiously. "The bakery!" I continue to look at him curiously. "I work at the bakery!"

I realise what he's saying "Really?! No way! You mean the one on the end of our street?" I ask.

"Yes! The Mellark Bakery!" He says excitedly.

"Oh yeah!" I say remembering him peering through the window from the back of the bakery the first day I went there. "That's why you're so good at baking!"

He laughs "Yeah, speaking of baking, time to check on the cake," He goes over to the oven and pulls out a perfectly cooked cake. "Done." He says making the icing. When he's done making it he sits there staring at the colours and then at the cake. After about two minutes he begins to ice the cake. When he's done I gasp.