Im starting to like Peetas POV so I might keep alternating the views in the story.

Always good to have both sides don't you think?

Thanks for reading!Peetas POV:

I'm looking into those deep butterscotch eyes and I can see something hidden within her. Something familiar to me, that I've seen looking back at me in the mirror everyday of my life.

Pain.

She buries it so well but the walls she is trying to form are not finished. Willow hasn't finished protecting her mind and heart fully yet, this much I can see. Where is her sadness coming from? More importantly, how can I fix it…?

Willow looks and me and shifts her feet on the spot but I am still staring at her, trying to dig deeper, figure out what else she is hiding. She begins to move past me and this is when I realise that I have been standing there looking at her like a fool. Smooth…

"Sorry about that" I mumble through my embarrassment.

"Oh Peeta! You have returned from LaLa Land then? I was starting to wonder when you'd return to me" she tries to tease. I don't pay attention to her attempts though, just the 'you' and 'me' that where involved in the sentence. By her blush I think she's noticed to. I simply give her a lopsided smirk and raise my eyebrow at her implication of 'us'.

Oh Peeta, Peeta, Peeta… We both know you shouldn't be thinking like this…

I ignore my thoughts though. I mean surely there's nothing wrong with teasing a friend? No, nothing at all.

"Good afternoon everyone. I trust your weekends were eventful considering the noise you were all making when I entered the room." I turn towards the head of the class and see my favourite teacher and confidant, Cinna. I smile as he begins to lecture the class about a new students arrival as he hasn't noticed that Willow has arrived yet until Finnick pipes up.

"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." He turns to smile at Willow flirtatiously, I glance towards her too. Her lips are parted in amused shock and she's blushing furiously.

I'm not quite sure why this makes me both happy and angry, this feeling is confusing me. So instead of trying to figure it out I just send Finnick daggers at his immature comment. My friend holds his hands up in and exaggerated surrender and again smiles towards Willow. I huff as I know this is the most submission I'll ever get from Finnick. I quickly look at Willow again and smile. Shes clearly unaffected by Finnicks remarks and I can see an small, evil smile creeping to her lips. I reckon they will make great friends…Katniss could never not take Finnicks remarks seriously at first and after a while couldn't stand to be around him, at least that's the reason she said she wasn't seeing me as often anymore.

"Really Finnick, that's your line." I hear my teacher say and I turn to see a mildly wounded Finnick and I laugh along with the rest of my class at the comeback. Cinna has always had a great way of handling and dealing with his students. He treats them like people, individuals, family… He is like a second father to me. As weird as it is to say, he is my go to guy and I love him for it. He has been the one to tend to my wounds when I wasn't in any condition of being capable enough to look after myself. He's taken me to the hospitals when there was no way I could hide a certain injury and lets me crash at his house when I have been kicked out of mine. Most of all he has kept my secrets of home and never pry's for more than I'm willing to share. I would be devastated if I lost him. I love my father, I do and I know he loves me but he is a coward. He's never protected or cared for me the way Cinna has. I hate that I feel this way but I consider Cinna more of a dad than my biological one. Sad but true.

"OK. Got it. No touching of cheese." He chuckles. What the hell are they talking about? "What about your parents?" I catch a quick glimpse of Willows eyes before they close tightly. In that millisecond I see all her walls she tried so hard to build crash down. At least we've found out why she holds such agony in her eyes… her parents…

Willows whole body has gone rigid and she's vibrating slightly. I know exactly why. She's trying desperately to keep her walls that she's worked so hard to craft together and is shutting herself down to do so. I look to Cinna with sad eyes. He looks back sympathetically; he has seen me do this numerous times and understands she needs a minute. He looks around the room and sees that no one has noticed their exchange and exhales in relief. Then he turns back to me.

"If she's anything like you Peeta she won't want to be seen breaking down in class, especially her first one..." Cinna looks at Willow sadly and pats her hand. It would be comforting but I doubt she can feel it. He looks into my eyes and I his, matching reflections of concern. "Take her outside and calm her down Peeta. Take as long as you need" he rises and pats my shoulder affectionately. I don't need to respond so I tug Willow out of her chair discreetly as Cinna diverts the classes' attention to him. Willow stiffly follows my lead with her eyes still closed tightly, with tears escaping despite her efforts.

I turn a few corners until I reach he corridor that has been closed off for decorating tomorrow. She stops when I stop pulling her. I stare at her for a second and I can see how emotionally broken she is.

Damaged.

Just like me. I hesitate for a second and then I think 'screw it' and pull her into my arms and hold her firmly. After a second she returns my embrace tightly and I can feel the silent sobs she releases tremble through her body. I just hold her tighter. Once a few minutes have past I can feel her breathe deeply against my chest and she holds my shirt low on my back tightly. I don't know why but this sends a jolt of pleasure through my body, I try and shake the feeling and focus on soothing her by rubbing tiny circles on her back with my index finger. I know it's working once her breathing begins to even out.

She pulls back slightly and looks up at me, she seems shocked to see me in front of her. I look down and he beautiful face, despite the slight redness from her quite sobs. All I can say is "Hi" quietly, looking into her eyes, trying to portray that she was not alone without any words.

"Hey" Willow replies, looking towards the floor. I can see she is ashamed of her breakdown, of seeming weak. But there is no reason to be, I saw the complete agony and devastation in her eyes and in my opinion she contains herself with the control on a saint. I was strangely proud. I decide a light tension breaker was necessary .

"Family-conversational don't" I say softly, reminding her of Dellys words, earning me a small smile.

"Thank you for that, really." She says faintly.

"Don't mention it. Come on, we should get back" I reply reluctantly.

I finally notice that she is still safely tucked away in my arms, fitting perfectly there and I laugh gently as she blushes. I take her hand, keeping the comforting contact with her and lead her back to class.

Don't lie. Well at least it's partly to comfort her, you just wanted to see if her hand slid as perfectly into pace as her body ?...

This is true. God, what's wrong with me…