New chapter since you guys seemed to really want one ASAP! Although this late like the last two it's here, but it's short only 1000 words and I'm not liking it too much. I had made two versions of this and wrote many drafts for this chapter in the end I settled for this. I'm sorry for leaving you guys waiting but my inspiration for this story has grown thin! It's horrible!

Most of my time off from this was spent writing other stories (*Cough A certain Everlark one-shot Cough*) Just watch I'll put up more chapters and things for my side stories soon.

Well let's begin this shall we. Oh and thanks to the people who kept urging me to update that's what pushed me to finish everything up today!

-Unrevised-

Chapter 35 - Desperation

I've never felt so lost. I'm in a world of anger and envy and sadness. Sorrow is the worst though, the feeling pushes me to think too much. It's as if there's some knot in my chest by how stiff and taut it feels, like there's no feeling, or anything really in it's depths; only an odd hollowness that demands to keep me bitter towards everything and ruins any attempts at happiness. I'd run out of the dance but only made it to the front steps of the school that overlook the yard bunched in dots and patches of stray purple flowers. Somehow despite my flaring emotions I had stopped here, for the first time in my life running felt wrong, and I'm frightened by it because running has always felt right. My veins sear with heat but it only makes me want to turn around and go back to something, no somebody, that's not mine.

Maybe if I stopped dwelling on mental images of Peeta with Glimmer I'd feel better and it'd cease, although so far all attempts have proven futile. I'm struck with pure agony when I think of Peeta with Glimmer. How could I compare to her, truth is I can't, she is everything I am not. I draw in air but it doesn't alleviate the crushing pressure in my lungs how could I go from feeling lighthearted to this pain so fast?

I know it's stupid, I have no right to feel unsettled over a little interaction between them. After all, it's closer to right than my interactions ever will be, merchant and merchant, that's what belongs here. Clearly both were enjoying themselves, Peeta certainly liked the view she gave, he certainly never got it from me.

But this isn't it, I need to do something she can't have him, he's mine, there's no way I'll allow this. I never thought I'd become desperate for a boy but he's Peeta the one who gives freely and draws me like a moth to a flame. The wind blows against my cheek twirling my hair through it's invisible fingers. I turn around and burst through the double door before striding down the hall with frantic clicks of my converse, my head pulses in my temples repeatedly. All I can think of is Peeta.

The sounds of my footsteps fade into the sound of the music as I approach but I am not turning around for anything I am taking him back. Inside I squirm through people needing to find him but I can't, then I do.

My heart lessens in stress. There he is alone slipping through throngs of people, involuntarily I dart forward and wrap my fingers around his pale wrist. It feels so good to touch his skin again when I thought I wouldn't have been able to ever again.

"Katniss, I was looking for you," he speaks in a soft tone. Wordlessly I tug him by his wrist through the dark neon-lighted room that the now feels thick and hot due to the sweaty bodies sprinkled through the room.

We get to the empty tiled hallway and I stop. Peeta's face is knitted together in one of confusion as he looks at me with questioning blue eyes. "Are you alr-"

I jab my palms into his shoulders and push him back against the wall before smashing our lips together in a hard air-tight seal between us. His lips are slightly wet and he cries from surprise the sound gets muffled in my mouth. The tip of his noes lightly pushes against my cheek as I feverishly move my lips desperate to be close to Peeta. My lids open and I see his eyes are open too, they're as wide as I've ever seen someone's eyes be and many shades darker than the wall behind him. The blue eyes shut and he softly nudges his lips back but I can't stand gentleness at the moment and start nipping at his lips roughly and force my tongue in his mouth. I sweep my tongue through his mouth and desperately connect our tongues.

Then I pull away gasping for air and dragging salvia across our faces but I don't stop instead I descend to his throat sucking and eventually biting at it. He hums and gasps at my pressure. The contours of his neck are firm and warm beneath my hot mouth. Afterwards I trail back up and press kisses across his face but I can't reach much higher on him, unsure of what I'm doing I jump and throw my legs around his back forcing us flush together.

"Katniss-?" He whispers his voice husky and raw. I shush him before connecting my mouth with the tip of his ear. I find out that it's a weak spot on him, he cries and groans as I chew at it. Beneath us the wall supports his weight and he trembles the harder I bite at the crown of his ear. My fingers find his hair and they tangle themselves in the thick silky strands as I chew harder and find his ear-lobe.

"Katniss I- I -" My movements stop and I pull back connecting our eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Hmm?" I groan feeling desperate to return to our previous activity.

"I can't take much more of that," he whispers breathily gasping for air.

I frown. "It feels good doesn't it?" I ask thoroughly confused.

"Yes," Peeta answers throatily, "it feels too good." His eyes have pooled with dark blue so deep it could be compared to the color of midnight.

"Then I don't see a problem." I go back to his ear still wet with my spit and cover it with bites followed by his groans.

We get carried away again I'm swept into the satisfaction of making him utter such sounds.

There's a small gasp and I tense before stopping. My stomach drops and everything is filled with dread at the sight before me.

A merchant girl in a fine dress stares at us wide eyed. Her mouth contains a grin bigger than a crescent moon at the juicy gossip she has just stumbled upon.