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Previously on Sparks… (Christ. This sounds like a TV drama)
He stares at me, his arms loosening around me. I lean forward slightly. I want to kiss him. I hope he wants to kiss me. My breathing speeds up as he gets closer, and I close my eyes. All is quiet, until I hear an angry voice shout out at us.
"Oi! Mellark! What do you think you're doing?"
I hastily move away from Peeta and see that a group of people are walking towards us, Gale leading them. It looks like they've just come out of school. I glance at Peeta and he frowns, his blue eyes wide.
"What does he want?" He asks me.
"I have an idea." I murmur back to him. "What do you want Gale?" I call to my friend, standing by Peeta's side.
"I've got a bone to pick with Mellark."
"Couldn't you have done it without making a scene?" I ask.
"Maybe it'll teach dough boy a lesson." Gale hisses, his eyes narrowed.
"Dough boy? Really?" Peeta says under breath.
"Who do you think you are?" I ask Gale.
"I'm someone who cares about you."
"Peeta hasn't done anything wrong." I defend the baker's son.
"Oh yeah, because fucking you isn't doing anything wrong!" Gale says, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Several members of the crowd laugh, and I notice Bron standing beside Gale, looking as smug as hell.
"He didn't do anything to me! I can't believe you're believing rumours!"
"Stay out of this Catnip." Gale says. My mouth drops open.
"No, you stay out of this Gale!" I shout, suddenly not caring about the crowd of people who have gathered around us. "This is none of your business."
"It is when you're involved." Gale says.
"What do you want?" Peeta says.
"I want to know why you think you can take advantage of Katniss!"
"Nothing has happened!" Peeta says. I can see he's trying to keep calm, but under the pressure of a seventeen-year-old guy and a half the year group from school staring at us, I know it won't take long for him to crack.
"Come on Peeta, lets go." I mutter, pushing him away.
"Where are you going?" Gale shouts after us.
"Your mother will love hearing about this!" Bron laughs. Peeta pulls his arm out of my hand and turns, striding over to Bron and punching him on the jaw. Bron falls to the floor, the people surrounding him stepping back so he doesn't fall on them. He groans and rolls around in the dirt. I smile.
"I don't know what you've heard, but it isn't true. Just stay out of it, okay?" Peeta tells Gale, his eyes narrowed. Gale laughs.
"Don't tell me what to do, just because you're a Merchant." Gale counteracts. "You think you can do whatever you want, prancing around like you own the place." Peeta turns to walk away. "Obviously your mother doesn't beat you enough."
And that's when Peeta Mellark cracks. He spins around and punches Gale.
"Stop it!" I shriek, running forward and stepping between them.
"Oh, so you want to play dirty do you?" Gale says, pushing me aside. Bron grabs my arms, holding me back. I attempt to pull away but he simply laughs into my ear, tightening his grip.
"Go ahead." Peeta challenges, moving his fists up to his face.
"I thought he was on the wrestling team." I hear someone whisper from behind me. "There's no way Gale can beat him. He came second to his older brother in the wrestling competition."
"Nah, have you seen how tall Gale is?" My eyes are wide as Gale throws a punch, narrowly missing Peeta. Peeta laughs at the older boy, shaking his head, but is silenced when Gale's fist connects with his jaw. Peeta is thrown back with the force of the hit, landing on the dusty floor, his nose bloody. I jab my elbow into Bron's stomach and kick him in the shin, causing him to double over in pain and release my arms. I run to Gale and push him away, dragging him by his shirt.
"Stop it! Just stop it the both of you!" I say, staring angrily up at Gale. His nose is also bleeding, so he wipes it roughly with his hand and tries to push me out of the way. I step in front of him.
"I'm sorry Catnip." Gale says, his eyes wide. "I just heard everyone talking and saw you and heard that you snuck off together, and when I saw you with him back there, I just thought…"
"Well you thought wrong." I hiss. "If you wanted to find out the truth, you could have found me and asked instead of fighting like a little kid!" I turn away from Gale and see that Peeta has stood up, glaring at Gale. "Are you alright?" I ask him. He nods. I walk away with him, leaving the crowd behind me.
"I'm sorry Katniss." Peeta says, looking down at his feet. "I've just made this whole situation worse."
"Yeah, you have." I say, looking at Peeta. He looks at me, his eyes filled with guilt. "But Gale started it."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm gonna give him some time to cool off, and then I'll talk to him."
"Do you want me to come with-"
"No." I interrupt Peeta. "I think it'll be better for me to go alone." Peeta nods. We stay silent for a while. "What are going to do about your mother?" Peeta sighs and puts his hands in his pockets.
"I guess I'll just have to explain everything to her." Peeta says.
"Don't let her… do anything." I say.
"I'll tell her everything when Dad is there." Peeta says. He smiles at me, though it doesn't reach his eyes.
"I'm sorry Peeta. For everything."
"It'll be alright in the end." He says quietly. I pull him in for a hug. "I need to go Katniss. My shift at the bakery starts in a little while."
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then?" I say, pulling away to look at him. He nods and squeezes my hand before walking away. I sigh. All this drama is a single week.
I stand there, watching Peeta walk away into the distance. I can't help but feel something for him. Though I'm not quite sure what it is, or when I first starting feeling it, but I know that it will eventually consume me whether I like it or not. Maybe, after all this time of telling myself that I'd never fall in love, I can finally let my walls down and let someone in.
Someone who will care for me.
Someone who will love me.
Someone I'll love back.
This person could be Peeta.
The next day…"Are you alright Katniss?" Prim asks me over breakfast.
"Yes, I'm fine." I answer, looking up at forcing a smile onto my lips. "Why do you ask?"
"You look tired, like you didn't sleep."
"After you moved to Mum's bed I didn't get much sleep." I say. Prim frowns, unsatisfied with my answer, but says nothing. What I told her is true though. I hardly slept at all last night, but not due to nightmares.
I can't get Peeta out of my head.
No matter what I do, his kind smile, stunning eyes and loving gaze keep making appearances in my mind. It would be infuriating if it were anyone else.
I'm glad that he's there for me. Despite knowing that the school will move on from this rumour when someone breaks up with their girlfriend or something trivial like that, I can't help but wish everyone would just forget about it. I can't believe that Peeta's own mother had started the rumours.
Actually, when I think about it, it isn't that hard to believe. Peeta's mother has always been one to gossip, twisting the words of people she probably hasn't even spoken to face to face, and turning a seemly harmless sentence into an evil accusation. I try to focus. Prim will notice if I'm occupied with something else. She always does. She once told me that I'm like an open book at times, but when I want to I can make myself very hard to read.
Pulling a sun hat over Prim's head for the walk to school, I walk into the bedroom and shake my mother's shoulder.
"Mum? Prim and I are going to school now, okay?" Mum's blue eyes flicker up to my face but she stays silent. At least she acknowledged me this time. I straighten up and sigh.
"Is it one of her bad days?" Prim asks me as we walk outside onto the road. I look up at my younger sister and nod, feeling terrible. Prim doesn't deserve to have a mother who lies in bed all day or sits in her rocking chair. She needs a proper mother. One that is always there to help us, love us, care for us. Not just on days when she feels like it.
The walk to school is quiet in my part, Prim on the other hand babbles on about one of her friends from town.
"Lila always has pretty ribbons in her hair. I like the pink ones."
"I'll try and buy you some ribbon at the Hob, if you want." I offer. Prim's face brightens.
"Only if we can afford it." She says solemnly, her smile faltering.
"I'm sure we can manage." I say quickly, not wanting to spoil her hopes of having ribbons to tie into her hair.
After dropping Prim off in her class, I head for mine, fanning myself with a school folder. The school, despite its ramshackle state, traps the heat from the sun so you feel like you're in a sauna. Well, ninety-nine percent of the people in District 12 have never been in a sauna (or know what it is) but according to Lifestyle Choices in the Capitol 's definition of a sauna, a hot day in one of these classrooms is exactly what it's like. Merchant girls bring in expensive looking hand-held fans around this time of year to keep themselves cool, though most of the Seam kids know that it's to prevent their makeup from sliding off their faces.
My first class is all about Capitol Culture. This is one of my least favourite subjects. It doesn't teach us anything of importance and the each lesson is spent looking at pictures of Capitol residents in ridiculous clothing, living in ludicrous houses and eating mouth-watering yet stupidly expensive food. The sweltering conditions of the summer don't make it any better. Nobody seems to be staring at me anymore. I begin to wonder why everyone seems to have moved on. I'm grateful, of course, but moving on that quickly?
By second period, I'm dragging my feet as I head to Gym class. I have to admit, Gym class is probably my favourite part of the school day (apart from going home) because it's something I excel at. I can only hope that one day they'll teach archery.
"Ladies, please. You can talk after lessons, not when I'm trying to teach you." Coach Marr, the burly gym teacher, says to a group of Merchant girls. "Now then, today we will be inside, since it is cooler in this sports hall then outside in the summer heat." The class sighs in relief.
Madge stands beside me. We pair up and pass a worn leather ball between the two of us, making only small talk.
"I hope this heat wave ends soon." Madge says quietly, passing the ball to me and tucking a lock of golden hair behind her ear. "Everyone is suffering."
"I know." I reply. "I heard that Sander's younger brother died a few days ago."
"It awful, isn't it?" Madge observes. "I bet all those Capitol people have electric fans and swimming pools and stuff to keep cool. They'll be alright, but us lot are all suffering." I feel my eyes widen at Madge's sudden outburst. She's usually so quiet, and as the Mayor's daughter, she would be one of the last people to complain about the Capitol. "Sorry." She mumbles.
"No, no. I'm just surprised at your sudden outburst." I smile slightly and Madge laughs.
"What? Just because I'm a Merchant I should fawn over the Capitol like some lovesick puppy?"
"No, it's... Never mind." I kick the ground with my foot and look down. "There's more to me than meets the eye." Madge says with a tilt of her head.
"I know." I reply, chucking the ball back to her.
We continue to chat for a little while, and then Coach Marr calls the class over to start a game of Netball.
"Get into two teams and wait for my whistle to start." After a couple of arguments over team arrangements, Coach blows the red whistle hanging from his neck and the game begins. Madge and I hang back at the side of the rectangular pitch marked on the chipped concrete floor, dodging the ball as much as we can.
"How did everything go with you and Peeta?" Madge asks.
"It went fine, but we still don't know who started the rumours." I say, looking down at my feet. "But Gale decided that he could sort everything out and the two got into a fight." I say.
"I heard about that! Are they alright?" Madge asks.
"They're fine. But I'm going to have a right go at Gale after school. He won't know what hit him." Madge laughs.
"This will all blow over in the end." Madge tells me.
"I know. But this is just a big mess now." I sigh. Madge shoots me a reassuring smile.
Peeta is on our team and I become transfixed by him as he jumps into the air to whack the ball onto the ground and score us the first point of the match. His friends slap him on the back to congratulate him, and he grins. At least his friends haven't turned against him. I find myself smiling along with him.
"What's got you so happy?" Madge asks suddenly.
"Wh- Huh?" I stumble on my words.
"You're grinning like the cat that's got the cream!" Madge says, placing her hands on her hips.
"Our team just scored so I'm happy that we're winning." I say quickly. Madge raises an eyebrow. "It's true!" I say, folding my arms.
"I never said it wasn't." Madge says. I roll my eyes. "But I can't help but wonder, are you happy about the point we've got, or the person who scored it?" I feel my mouth drop open.
"How can you say that?" I say, staring at my friend.
"You fancy Peeta Mellark!" Madge shrieks, jumping up and down and giggling.
"I do not! And keep your voice down for goodness sake!" I hiss.
"You do fancy him! Katniss Everdeen fancies Peeta Mellark! I never would have thought…" Madge trails off, her voice slightly quieter than before.
I feel a blush creeping up over my cheeks. "How long have you liked him? When did it start? I guess this whole thing has given you loads of reasons to talk and be around each other but that can't be the only reason. I was wondering why you were so concerned about whether Peeta fancied Marlene or not. I guess this explains it and-"
"Madge. Let me talk." I interrupt.
"Sorry." My friend says, smiling brightly. I hold my head in my hands and groan. I'm not good at girl talk. To be fair, I've never really been involved in this type of talk before.
"Okay, okay. I admit that I like him, a little." Madge opens her mouth to talk again. "But shut up about it. Seriously Madge."
"I promise that I won't say anything, to anyone." Madge promises, her cheeks pink with excitement.
"I started to like him about a week ago, and I can't get him out of my head." I confess. Madge squeals. "Madge! Honestly!" I exclaim.
"Sorry, but Katniss! I can't believe it!" Madge says. "I never thought that you would fall in love with a Merchant! Everyone assumed you would marry Gale!"
"They did?" I ask, surprised. Madge nods.
"What is it about him that you like? Or love?" I shoot her a look and she grins. "How did he woo you?"
"Woo me?" I ask.
"Yes Katniss. How did he woo you?" Madge says with a sarcastic drawl. "Well, I love his eyes, his hair, his personality. He seems to care about me." I admit rather sheepishly. I've never been honest with anyone, not even myself about how I feel for Peeta.
"This is adorable, but tragic." Madge muses.
"I knew I shouldn't have said anything! You're being a right softie!" I say. Madge smiles at me. "Now come on Madge. You can freak out about this at break, lets go and actually help our team." I step out onto the court and sigh.
"I can't believe this." Madge says to me, walking forward. "Peeta Mellark. This is just… wow." I roll my eyes.
Suddenly I feel something smack into the side of my head and fall to the ground. My head smacks against the cold concrete floor and black spots appear at the sides of my vision.
"Katniss!" I hear Madge shout as a searing hot tingling pain shoots across my face. I struggle to breath for a second, all the breath has been knocked out of me, leaving me floundering on the floor, my head spinning. "You hit her with the ball you idiot!" I hear Madge scream at someone.
"Madge, calm down!" Someone exclaims.
"Katniss, can you hear me? Can you see me?" Someone else asks me. I feel a warm hand cupping my cheek pushing my hair from my face. "What?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes.
"Hey, you got hit in the face with the ball. I think you've hit your head too." A soft voice says.
"I did?" I say. The person chuckles.
"Yep, she's hit her head." Someone says. I identify the person as Coach Marr. I open my eyes to see a pair of shockingly blue eyes staring into mine. Peeta is crouched beside me, his eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he places a hand on my forehead as if to take my temperature. "Peeta?" I ask, my heart racing.
"Hi there." He says, smiling down at me. I look around and see that the majority of the class has gathered around me, Coach Marr staring down at me with a concerned look and Madge's eyes wide with worry. "Mellark." Coach Marr says, placing a hand on Peeta's broad shoulder. "You're strong, would you mind carrying Miss Everdeen down to the nurse?"
"Sure." Peeta says.
"Alright folks, nothing to see here, get back to the game." Coach Marr says and the class moves away.
"I bet it was the baby that made her faint!" Someone shouts. Several people laugh.
"Tell them to shut up." I mumble. Peeta laughs.
"Hold on tight Katniss. I'm gonna pick you up, okay?" Peeta says. "Alright." I say. Peeta puts one of his arms under my legs and the other around my torso and I feel myself being lifted up into the air. I lean my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "How can you carry me?" I ask him, looking up as he walks along.
"You weigh practically nothing Katniss, you're lighter than the bags of flour that I carry." Peeta says.
"Oh." I say.
"Are you alright? You took quite a fall back there." Peeta asks.
"I'm better now, but my head is spinning and-"
"Katniss you're crying!" Peeta says, his eyes widening. I bring my hand up to my face and feel warm tears trickling down my cheeks.
"No, I'm not. My eyes are watering because my face is stinging." I say. "Is it red?" I place my hand gingerly on my cheek.
"Yeah, and you'll probably have a nasty bruise to show off." Peeta says. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying: 'You'd know a lot about this type of thing, wouldn't you?'
"Fantastic." I grumble. Peeta grins. "What are you smiling at?" I ask. "Nothing." Peeta says. I see that we've reached the nurse's office and Peeta knocks on the door.
"Oh my!" The nurse exclaims when Peeta walks into the room, me in his arms. "What happened?"
"She got hit in the face with a ball and hit her head when she fell." Peeta explains.
"Okay, thank you for carrying her. Can you lay her down on the bed?" Peeta takes me over to a small bed in the corner of the room and puts me down on it. "Alright then." The nurse begins.
"Don't go." I tell Peeta. He stares down at me in surprise before nodding. "I'll stay, don't worry." He says. I smile.
"It's Katniss, isn't it?" The nurse asks me.
"How did you know?" I say.
"I used to work with your mother." She explains. I nod. "Peeta, can you take a ice press out of the refrigerator and wrap a tea-towel around it please?" I watch as Peeta does as he's asked and the nurse asks me how I'm feeling.
"I feel okay, but I've got a bit of a headache and my face hurts like hell." I mutter.
"I don't think you'll get concussion or anything similar, but I suggest that you keep this cold press on - Thank you Peeta- to reduce swelling." Peeta hands her the compress and I press it gingerly to my face. "Stay here for a little while and then go back to class, but don't run around or anything and come straight back here if you feel sick."
"Will do." I promise.
"And while you two are here, I think this would be a good time to talk about the current predicament you two are in."
"Pardon?" Peeta says, glancing at me in a state of confusion equal to mine.
"Oh, you don't need to keep a secret. I know about the baby." The nurse smiles. I sigh. "I just want you to know that I'm here if you have any problems during the pregnancy, so don't be afraid to come to me, including you Peeta."
"Oh, no. I think you're mistaken." Peeta says. I press my palm to my forehead.
"I'm mistaken? Why?" The nurse asks.
"There is no baby." I say.
"Oh. What happened?" She asks.
"There never was a baby." I say. "It's just a rumour."
"But you two are together, aren't you?"
"No." I say. The nurse straightens her back, obviously baffled.
"Well, in that case, I guess you've got a lot of explaining to do." Peeta and I nod. She stands, as if to leave the room, but then stops in the doorway. "Some of the teachers said that you two were too young to raise a child, and that you wouldn't be good parents. But in my opinion, I think you two make a great couple." She smiles at us and exits the room, leaving Peeta and I in silence.
"Well that was awkward." Peeta says, sitting down on the worn chair placed beside the bed.
"Um, yeah." I say, grinning at him and crossing my legs.
"Besides, I think we'd be good parents if it came to it." He remarks.
"I don't know why they wouldn't think that." I agree, the room filling with our laughter. "Thank you for taking me here." I say, placing my hand on his arm.
"You're welcome." Peeta says flashing me a smile. "How come each time we talk, one of us it injured?"
"It's our 'thing', I suppose." I say. He laughs. "So what actually happened? Who threw the ball?" I ask, my cheek beginning to go numb under the ice.
"Well, you and Madge walked forward onto the court and Bron threw the ball. It hit you in the face, you fell to the floor and Madge freaked out." Peeta says.
"Bron threw the ball?" I ask, confused. Peeta nods. "But I thought he was on our team. Why would he throw the ball at me?"
"I have a hunch that he was throwing it at you intentionally, though he'll deny it if you confront him." Peeta says, a grimace on his lips.
"That, that...bastard!" I hiss.
"Katniss Everdeen!" Peeta says. I look up at him. "What an excellent way to describe him!" I laugh and he shakes his head. We fall silent again. "You shouldn't have helped me though." I say quietly.
"Why not?" Peeta says.
"It's not that I don't appreciate it, it's just that don't you think Bron will tell your mother about this? And then she'll…" I trail off. Peeta's face pales.
"I guess that's just a risk I'll have to take." He says firmly.
"But now I feel guilty. If she hurts you it'll be all my fault."
"Don't feel guilty Katniss. It isn't your fault-"
"But it is Peeta!" I exclaim, the ice press falling into my lap. Peeta picks it up and presses it lightly against my face.
"No it isn't Katniss." Peeta says. I open my mouth to speak and Peeta places his finger against my lips. "It isn't your fault." I sigh in defeat and he removes his hand.
"How did last night go?" I ask, referring to Peeta explaining everything that happened to his parents. I'm momentarily glad that my mother doesn't know about any of this.
"I don't know. My mother was out with her friends and came home a little tipsy. I haven't spoken to her."
"What did your father say?" I persist.
"He asked me to explain everything. At first he was pretty annoyed, but after I told him everything he told me not to worry. I think he's going to talk to my Mum while I'm not there." I smile at him. He grimaces.
"We must look like we get into fights all the time." I say eventually. "You with your black eye, me with my bruised face." I smile at him.
"They're battle scars." Peeta says. "They show everyone how far we've come." I grin in response.
Eventually I decide that I can leave and Peeta walks me to my class.
"I'm in your other two classes today, but Madge is sure to look after you in this one." Peeta says. He opens the door and the entire class stares at us. I look down at my feet.
"And what excuse do you have for being late to my lesson Miss Everdeen? And Mr Mellark, shouldn't you be in class?" The teacher asks.
"Yes, but Katniss was hit in the face with a ball in gym class and the nurse asked me to walk her back." Peeta says.
"Oh, that's fine then. Off you go." Peeta squeezes my shoulder, smiles reassuringly at me and walks away down the corridor. I'm surprised when I feel a cold kind of emptiness in my chest Peeta disappears.
Madge greets me at our desk with a wide grin plastered over her face.
"What?" I ask.
"Are you alright?" She asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine. The nurse gave me a ice press for my face and told me to take it easy." I explain to her.
"And what went down with you and Peeta?"
"Nothing happened Madge." I roll my eyes.
"Are you sure? Because you looked pretty smitten when he picked you up." Madge says. I punch her on the arm.
"I did not." I say.
"Whatever you say Katniss, whatever you say." Madge smirks.
"Madge, you're acting like a little kid." I tell her.
"Miss Undersee and Miss Everdeen. Please share what you were just talking about with the class." The teacher says.
"Sorry Miss." We chorus. Madge continues to bug me through out the lesson, asking me question after question about Peeta and me. By lesson change, I felt that I could strangle Madge with my bare hands if she asked another question about how Peeta acted in the nurse's office.
"If you're so concerned about him, why don't you go out with him?" I snap at her. Her forehead creases. I sigh. "I'm sorry Madge."
"I'm sorry for bugging you." Madge says. I put my arm around her and hug her. Luckily she returns the hug before going to her next lesson. I walk into the next classroom and find Peeta sitting at the desk I normally sit at alone. He grins and I sit warily beside him.
"Is this wise?" I ask, gesturing to the two of us.
"Hello to you too." Peeta says. I grimace. "Katniss, stop worrying. Forget about my mother and Bron. Please."
"Fine, but casually reminding your mother that I always hit my prey in the eye won't do no harm."
"So now you want to scare my mother?" Peeta asks. I nod. "Katniss Everdeen, the fearless."
"I've got a nickname have I?" I say. Gale will be annoyed, I think to myself.
"If you want." Peeta grins.
"I don't mind." I say as the teacher begins to talk. Throughout the lesson I catch myself staring at Peeta, or him staring at me. Normally I would be uncomfortable with it, but now I just blush and get butterflies in my stomach.
"Is it just me, or does it seem that fewer people are staring at us?" Peeta asks me.
"I don't know what's happened, but yeah." I say quietly.
"I heard that Aaron asked Marlene out and she said yes. Maybe everyone is surprised that she said yes?" Peeta suggests. I raise my eyebrows.
"I'd be surprised, but hopefully it'll take people's minds of us." I say, scribbling down some notes from the board into my workbook.
We get on or two questioning glances from out classmates and at the end of the day, my own sister joins the crowd of staring people.
"Hello Primrose, I'm Peeta Mellark." Peeta introduces himself, shaking my sister's hand when she comes out of her class to find two people waiting for her.
"Call me Prim." Prim says, staring up at me. I grin at her. We walk along the road, Prim and Peeta talking animatedly, leaving me in my own thoughts. I can't help but notice how alike Peeta and Prim look.
At a moment's glance, you would assume that they were siblings. Once we meet the start of the Seam, Peeta says goodbye.
"I need to get back home and help in the bakery." He says.
"See you later Peeta!" Prim smiles.
"Katniss, I'll be fine." Peeta says, noticing my worried expression. To my complete and utter surprise, he plants and soft kiss on my cheek before walking away. I bring my hand up to my cheek, my skin tingling, and Prim gasps, staring up at me with a grin on her face.
"Oh don't you start." I tell her.
She's like a miniature Madge.
Great.
Sorry for the swearing, but I didn't want to just keep writing 'he/she/I swore'. Yup, it was Gale. The great 'Everlark mood ruiner'. ;)