KATNISS POV:

'So, who was that?' Smirked Prim. 'Hooking up with the neighbours already? Tut tut tut Katniss!' she winked, then elbowed me in the ribs, I gave her a friendly shove back. For a 13 year old, she can be a little bitch.

'Shut up and no. Peeta just gave me a little gift' I said and handed her the basket. She breathed in the sweet aroma of danish pastry's, jam tarts and what not.

'Damn, they must have some good-ass bakery's in Brighton' she claimed, taking a huge bite out of a croissant. It didn't stop her from pursuing me.

'Seriously though, I saw you making the BIGGEST goo-goo eyes at him. He's hot though, not too bad' and she winked again, as I wacked her around the head with a spare tea towel laying around. My dad walked in.

'Hey, hey. No fighting now. Unpack your stuff and go to your rooms. Katniss, your rooms the one on the left, the bigger on and Prims yours is on the right the smaller one. Mines the one next to prime which is more or less the same size at Katniss. Bathrooms at the end of the hall. Now shoo!' He grinned, flapping at us. I could here Prim grumble about how unfair it was for me to have the bigger room.

I walked into my room throwing a couple of bin bags around. My dad gave us a rule, our rooms can be furnished how we want, but it has to be clean and tidy.

My room was a light shade of grey, whith a white wood floor, which I was hoping I could throw a rug on it, my dad came in and place my queen bed in the middle how I requested, and I threw a grey fluffy rug the colour of my walls in front. My bed duvet was also grey, with fluffy blush, dirty white and grey pillows on top of my bed. I had my white desk in a corner, my laptop on top and a drawing board above it. My wardrobe pushed up to another side of the wall, and I hung and folded my clothes into it. My bed was under a window, and I was hooking lacy white curtains on when I looked out, there was another window opposite, with the curtains wide open displaying a boys room. Peeta house. I realised. Maybe one of his brothers rooms if he has any.

Only it wasn't.

How did I know that.

Well, he walked in and sat down on the desk right under the window, looked up probably sensing a weird stalker - me - and seeing me gawping at him, my jaw touching the floor. He looked up smiled, and just as he was waving I jerked the curtains with such violence in attempt to shut them, they feel on me.

They.

Fell.

On.

Me.

In front of him.

For gods sake.