CHAPTER 4 ~
"I'm impressed." I say, taking in our surroundings. "I thought you'd take me to someplace you'd be more comfortable."
"Well, if I'm going to date you, I figure I might as well get used to witchiness sooner rather than later. I just wish it wasn't such a long drive."
"D12 county isn't known for being particularly accepting of witches unless they're being benefitted."
"Yeah, dumbasses. Anyway, how do you like this place?" We sit at a low, worn, dark wood table with minimalist dark chairs to match. The air is tinged with different scents, and I recognize most, having used those herbs in my own experiments and remedies.
"I like it, it's very much like my house."
"You mean your castle?" He teases. I laugh, shaking my head.
"Call it what you want, it's not quite big enough to be a castle but if you want to..."
We eat, talk, laugh, and... I hate to admit it, we have a good time. I don't want it to end, even if it's completely 100% fake.
I can't break first, I don't lose.
After dinner, Peeta takes me to a bar to get drinks and play some pool. As the night goes on, he starts loosening up and falling back into the groove he normally resides in. Add in some loud music and a few shots and he's back to being quite the asshole.
"Now," Peeta crooned, chalking up his pool cue. "Let me teach you how to lose."
"I imagine you'd be an expert on that, considering how much practice you've had." Peeta gave me a look.
"You're going down." He threatened, his eyes dangerously dark, glinting with intent. His arms came to rest on either side of my head against the wall, his imposing frame nearly swallowing me up whole. I pretended it had no effect on me.
"On you? Let's not pretend you could handle that without begging. We're pretending you have dignity, remember?" I smirked back, demonstrating my purpose by licking my lips and watching his eyes zero in on the movement and darken imperceptibly. "And remember, while there is a cure for love, infatuation is terminal, not even I can help you with that and I'm the best healer around."
"Dude." Came an irritated grunt from behind him. He released me and turned around. "Either play the game or get a room." The wiry redhead that bussed tables left, and I caught Peeta's eye. There were a few people waiting to play pool, but not enough to warrant the management to kick us out.
"'Get a room,'" Peeta mocked, rolling his eyes. "You'd think we're a couple of something."
"We currently kind of are," I correct him. "Other than that, I'd say we are frenemies except we aren't going for friends at all." I shrugged.
"Well." He stepped closer, trailing his hands down my arms to my hands, squeezing them in his, his thumbs brushing over the lace covering the backs of my hands. "They do say you should know your enemies. And, believe me, before even this week is out, I'm going to learn everything there is to know about you. All your weaknesses, everything that makes you tick, all your sensitive little buttons." He finished by whispering close to my ear, nearly making a shiver roll down my spine.
"You have to at least buy me dinner first. It can be your consolation prize for losing." I whispered back.
I beat him easily, he's good but I'm fantastic. I smirk over my pool cue before I take my winning shot. He curses under his breath.
"Come on, really? I didn't even have to use magic on that one, give me a challenge." I brag. I tip down the last of my beer. It's near closing time at the bar, and the bartender is watching us crossly. I decide it's time to go. Peeta is tipsy but I can hold my alcohol well, so I drive us.
"Peeta, I'm gonna charm your car to take you home, don't do anything stupid." I tell him as I get out at my castl-house. He nods vaguely and closes his eyes again.
Well, that was a wild evening.
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