We are three days away from Spring Break when Peeta speaks to me again. Since Peeta and Finnick have different spring breaks than us college kids, we decide to not go anywhere. I'm surprised to learn that Peeta's birthday is that same week. Although, I shouldn't be too surprised since he has not talked to me since the say we "had" sex last weekend. It's been the longest six days of my life.

I can't even look him in the eye. When Rye is around, we stay polite and occasionally answer questions. Our nights of movies and cooking are over. I stay at the library as long as I can without falling asleep or keep to my bedroom. My excuse is that I am working on final papers that aren't due for another month. In all honesty, I am working on the papers. But I am avoiding Peeta as well. On the weekends, I take to going swimming by myself. Swimming countless laps makes my feelings dwindle a bit. I can focus all of my energy and rage into the strokes. I can cry and no one would know.

He doesn't try to make eye contact with me. He doesn't try to engage me in conversation or invite me to watch whatever he's watching in the living room. His cooking portions have slimed down a bit, and I take that as a cue that it is not for me. He doesn't change his life though. He still jokes with Rye and can be outside of his room.

I don't know how he does it. How is he perfectly fine when I am a mess? I'm a puddle of tears during the day, and a screaming freak at night. The awful experience has only caused my nightmares to occur more often, sometimes more than one a night. Peeta doesn't show up at my door. He doesn't text or call to see if I am okay. My phone is as silent as the night is. It only breaks my heart more.

It's an awkward evening. Rye and I are sitting at the table eating pizza while Peeta grades papers on the bar. Rye is going on and on about one of his classes, and I can't help but laugh at his complaints. He makes it sound like bird watching in the spring rain is a punishment. He changes the subject completely when he says, "Finnick and I were talking about Peeta's birthday next week."

Peeta groans but doesn't look up from his papers. "I already told you that I don't want to do anything."

Rye ignores him. "We go to Indy on Thursday. Sight see, shop around, have fun. Then we can celebrate your twenty- sixth year of life in style at a club."

"Aren't I a little old for clubs?" Peeta asks, clearly not enthused with the plan.

"Does it matter? People do stuff like that all the time," Rye tells him. Then he continues, "We stay the night in a hotel. Girls in one room, guys in the other. Then we have the entire weekend to roam Indy."

"We go to Indy all the time," Peeta sighs. "Why is this any different?"

"Because its spring break," Rye says like it is the most obvious thing in the world. "We need a change of scenery. The fighting between the two of you has to stop."

I freeze at the last part. How does he know we were fighting? Did Peeta tell him? "What?" I ask him before I reveal too much.

"I can tell that you two have been fighting," he confesses. "We were all so happy, and now we are not. What happened?"

"Nothing, Rye," Peeta says as if he is scolding a student. Its dismissive and cold, like he is with me now.

Rye looks to me for more. "We had a fight," I tell him and can feel Peeta's heated gaze the second the words leave my mouth. "Its nothing. It was stupid."

Rye narrows his eyes and looks between the two of us. I can't do anything but stare at the table and piece of pizza before me. "Then you should make up and get over it."

"You're right," I say as I pull another piece of pizza onto my plate. I need to leave before I do something stupid like cry. I don't look at him as I half- heartily say, "I apologize, Peeta." I should only be apologizing for not informing him of my virginity. He should be sorry for the rest.

"No, I should be the one apologizing," he says but doesn't say anymore. That is not an apology in my book. If he wants to sulk like a teenager, then fine. He can.

I stand and begin to walk out of the dining room with my food but stop and say, "I think Indy is a great idea." Let him be mad about that.

"We should act civil," Peeta advises me the night before we leave for Indy. He's cornered me in the bathroom after I've brushed my teeth.

"Are we not?" I ask innocently and bat my eyelashes.

"No, we're not. Rye is clueless half the time, and even he knows we are fighting."

"Why does it matter?" I ask rudely. "I'm sure you've told Finnick all about it. He keeps nothing from Annie, and Annie can't keep a secret. That means Madge knows."

Peeta runs a hand through his blond locks in frustration. I take that as I am right. "Shit," he mutters. He clearly didn't think that through.

I try to walk around him, but he blocks my exit with his large frame. "What?" I ask irritated.

"I miss-"

I stop him before he can even finish the sentence. He could say that he misses cooking together, but it wouldn't matter. "Don't," I warn. My voice is hard as I try to keep the tears in. I refuse to cry in front of Peeta. He'll think I'm weak or lovesick, and I am not either.

"Katniss," he sighs at my stubbornness and punches the bridge of his nose.

I don't care how much I annoy him. "Don't tell me you miss me if you don't want me. You've made it painfully clear that you don't, so don't say it."

"I'm not the one that said it was a stupid mistake," he says with hurt in his voice.

I can't help but scoff and stare back at him. "You practically did that night when you left me there alone without any sort of explanation.."

"I didn't mean-"

I hold a hand up to stop him and close my eyes. I need to breath so I don't explode at him. This would be so much easier if I hated him instead of loved him. "It doesn't matter."

His blue eyes narrow at me. "How can you say it doesn't matter? Losing your virginity is a big deal."

I shrug at him. "You didn't make it seem like that. Like I said Peeta, its fine. It happened, and we'll move past it." My voice begins to shake, and I know its time to leave. "I can't do this right now," I tell him before harshly pushing past him.

This time, he lets me go.

We drive Annie's mother's van into the city. Finnick drives and Peeta is in the passenger seat. Annie and Madge sit in the middle seats, and Joanna and I take the back row. It's as far away from Peeta as I could get for the two hour long drive.

The first thing on our agenda is checking into the hotel. The boys are in one room, and the girls are in another. We've got time to relax and get ready before heading out for dinner and dancing... well, sort of relax.

Madge changes into a white fringe mini dress that compliments her fair skin and blonde hair. Annie's green wrap dress is made of velvet, and it makes her red hair seem even redder. Joanna's dress is daring, like her. The satin is a pale brown color with a slit up the side up to her belly button. Silver rhinestones hold it together.

I carefully selected my dress for the night with the idea of making Peeta jealous. I want him to undress me with his eyes and regret not finishing what he started. The champagne fabric barely covered my behind, and the deep V neckline barely kept everything in. Gold sequin fringe fell off of every inch of the dress making it look like I was a sparkler. Like I am a girl on fire.

I finish the look with nude heels that I know will hurt my feet by midnight. Light makeup, lip gloss, and a fancy braid later, and I look like a goddess. Peeta will struggle to keep his eyes off of me.

And my plan works exactly like I wanted it to. When we met the boys in the lobby, I win the eyes of all the boys since I am never a one to be flashy. This dress is certainly out of character for me. The skirt flows as we approached the boys, and I swear that Peeta's eyes darken as he takes me in.

We eat dinner at fancy steakhouse, and Peeta sits as far away from me as he could. He tries not to look at me, but I saw him stealing glances at me when he thought everyone was listening to Rye tell embarrassing stories about him. It doesn't matter though, I've always been able to feel his eyes on me.

I walk before him as we make our way to a fancy club, and I can feel his gaze burning into my skin. Is reassuring to know that he still wants me despite his odd reaction, but he's going to have to be willing to do something about it to get me again.