Should I do some Peeta POVs too? Hmm…
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Peeta is still staring at me strangely as our teacher walks in. I laugh awkwardly to ease a little of the tension I'm beginning to feel. Since he still hasn't replied, I walk over to the only free table in the classroom, presuming this will be our place. As I pass Peeta he snaps back to reality and starts to blush again.
"Sorry about that" he mumbles shyly.
I giggle softly at this side of him and decide this is a time called for teasing. "Oh Peeta! You have returned from LaLa Land then? I was starting to wonder when you'd return to me"
I have just realised what I said…Oh bugger…
Peeta just smirks at me with a raised eyebrow as we take our seats. So much for me being the one to tease.
"Good afternoon everyone. I trust your weekends were eventful considering the noise you were all making when I entered the room." The teacher's voice directs my attention to the front of the class and I am surprised by what I see.
Our teacher is a rather young, handsome man. I remember my teachers, before I left school, all being rather large all round, a little scruffy and quite unattractive. This man however was the opposite. He has a flawless, light mocha complexion and a mop of thick dark brown, near black hair carefully gelled into casual disarray. His black tie was loose and his sleeves on his white shirt were neatly rolled up to just below his elbows; displaying two rather impressive forearms whilst his shirt was smartly tucked into his black trousers.
Not bad…not bad at all…
"Now I'm pretty sure we are gaining a new student today so when they arrive…" The teacher begins before he is interrupted by the handsome green eyed boy from earlier.
"Actually Mr C, she's already in the class. And before you say 'I want you to all behave', please don't. That, my friend is the one thing I don't wanna do with her." The boy says, grinning broadly at me when he sees my parted lips and deep blush.
Oh my god….did he just say that…to a teacher?!
I look over to Peeta, a threat for any comments on the tip of my tongue when I see him glaring at the boy and I look back over to the owner of the green eyes and laugh. He has his hands up in a mock surrender to Peeta and he waves at me with one of his raised hands.
So he's that guy huh. Well two can play that game.
I'm conjuring up some witty retorts for future use when the teacher snaps me back out my thoughts.
"Really Finnick, that's your line." He asks sarcastically with a smile, leaving who I guess is Finnick scowling playfully. After the class stops giggling from the teachers witty comment he tells them all to retrieve their sketchbooks with their homework and he walks over to speak to me.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't notice you when I walked in. It was very rude of me" he says. I reply with a simple "It's no problem Sir" with a smile and he softly laughs.
"The only time you need to call me 'Sir' is when were in front of my superiors OK? I like to think of my class as my extended family so please, call me Cinna" Cinna's eyes are extremely welcoming and open and I feel very comfortable in his presence. I notice that the only thing unusual about this man is the thin golden strip of eyeliner on his upper eyelids. All art teachers tend to have some kind of quirk, it suits him well though. "OK Cinna" I reply.
He beams at me. "Good, now that's sorted why don't you tell me about you" he asks whilst pulling up and empty stool and the class begins to quietly chatter amongst themselves.
"Well my name is Willow. I'm originally from District 10 and I moved here around two weeks ago with my three brothers. I dropped out of school when I was around 12 and I have never done art as a lesson before. One random but important fact about me is I love cheese, if I have it, don't touch unless offered or you may lose your arm" I return.
"OK. Got it. No touching of cheese." He chuckles. "What about your parents?"
My whole body goes rigid at the topic, bracing itself for the onslaught of emotions. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and hold my breath to restrain the tears I can feel brewing. I hear voices around me but I'm too busy trying to hold myself together to bother listening to what they are saying.
Be strong. Be strong. Be strong…Is the mantra I keep repeating in my head.
I can feel someone pulling me to stand and leading me somewhere. I'm not sure where though because I am not quite calm enough to open my eyes. I hear a door close and I am dragged around a few more corners before I stop and am pulled into a pair of strong, muscular arms. It takes me all of a few seconds to return this persons embrace. I inhale their soft cinnamon scent and work on calming my heart rate. A few minutes pass and this person still holding me firmly and is now also tracing small circles on my back. I focus on this small action and it makes my heart jump, though not through pain, and distracts me from the memories of my parent's deaths.
Once I feel like myself again I reluctantly uncurl myself from my saviours hug in order to thank whoever it was, their hold loosened but did not completely release me. I looked up to see their face and was greeted by a pair of empathetic blue eyes.
My soother was Peeta.
"Hi" he says sympathetically.
"Hey" I reply staring at feet.
"Family-conversational don't" he says lightly and I give him a slight smile. "Thank you for that, really."
"Don't mention it. Come on, we should get back" he says looking into my surely puffy eyes.
This is when I notice we are still entwined in each other's arms. I blush and he laughs softly as he releases me. He takes my hand and leads us back to the classroom.
Sorry if my story seems a bit long winded, it does get better I promise Please review.