Chapter 3
Oh my God, this boy has rendered me speechless, what the fuck, what is my name, God his eyes are so blue. "Katniss." I finally get out, almost in a whisper. I'm still taking in the sight of him, his chiseled biceps, the way his shirt clings to the muscles in his chest, his crooked little half smile as he glances over at me. Oh God, he can feel me sexing him with my eyes, I have to stop, but I can't which is crazy considering…
"Good morning everyone," Dr. Coin says as she enters the room, "welcome to critical thinking, I hope you all like the seats you have chosen because you will be staying in them for the duration of this class." Fuck, how will I even function? I shoot a glance his way, was he just grinning? I couldn't tell he looked away too fast. "We will do a few projects in here," Dr. Coin continues, "the person you are sitting with will your partner when we do them. It is much easier for me to grade the projects and remember your names this way." Dr. Coin is very matter of fact in the way that she speaks, her face nearly emotionless. Her light grey hair is pin straight and sits just above her shoulders. She is beginning to pass out the syllabus; I risk a peek over at Peeta, he seems to be eyeing me from his peripherals. Why do I even give a shit? The next hour is spent going over every page of the syllabus in detail until finally she dismisses the class.
As I stand up to leave Peeta brushes against my arm causing my heart to jump into my throat. What the fuck is going on. I all but run out the door. "Well I'll see you Wednesday," I hear Peeta murmur. I burst through the door and into the warm mid-morning sun, I need air, I need to get that beautiful boy out of my head.
"Hey catnip." As if on cue Gale, my ex-boyfriend, the only boyfriend I've ever had, my former best friend, comes around the corner of the building. My heart sinks a little, we only broke up about a month ago, I'm still trying to deal, but he doesn't seem bothered at all. He wears a big smile on his face, his dark eyes slightly squinted, the dark t-shirt he wears clings tightly to his well sculpted body, and his arms are slightly outstretched I can tell he's going to try for a hug.
"Hey Gale." I keep it short and keep walking. I don't want that hug I can tell he so wants to give. He can't keep playing with my emotions like this; we are no longer together yet, he wants to act like we are but only when it is convenient for him. I hate it, it feels like knives in my chest. Any warm feeling Peeta gave me in class is long gone.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Gale asks.
"To class." I answer curtly.
"I don't know what your problem is, you know stuff like that is why we broke up." He retorts.
Typical Gale, blaming it all on me, a single tear rolls down my face about the same time Peeta walks out of the building his smile quickly changing to a look of concern as our eyes briefly meet. I don't remember anything from my next class. When it ends I go back to my apartment drop my bag by the tiny sofa, pull off my pants and crawl into bed. My body shakes with my sobbing.