Guest- I think I like Peetas POV better too. I think it's because I already have knowledge of Peetas personality from the books and film and I'm making Willows up as the story goes.. Planning isn't my strong point so I just write what pops into my head, definitely and area to improve. Thank you for your comments though, I'm glad you're enjoying looking through Peetas eyes
"Peeta! Jeez, you scared me! What are your doing standing in a fricking doorway?" I squeal, embarrassed for bumping into him.
"I said I would come look for you if you took too long" he states, fighting the smirk on his face. I narrow my eyes at him, daring him to comment.
"So…"he begins, and I naïvely believe that he is going to leave it alone. "Have a nice 'walk' with Cato?" he asks with a joyful sarcastic edge to his tone. I cringe slightly at the implication buried within his words. I'm pretty sure he notices.
Play along, don't say anything about seeing Katniss… My mind tells me.
"Actually yes" I say, straight-faced. "He was very, um, 'accommodating' showing me back to class." I continue, a small smile I can't hold back playing on the edges of my lips.
Peeta looks at me with wide eyes for a moment before his shocked features crumble into those of laughter. His deep chuckle vibrating though my body, filling me with warmth. He's contagious…
"That….had to have been…the…worst lie…in the history…of ever being told!" he chokes, tears in his eyes.
I can't help but laugh along with him. "It was not that funny Peeta! And I wasn't even trying to lie before you degrade my acting skills."
Peeta sobers up fairly quickly and asks if I was actually alright. "Well I can clearly see how much you care from you laughing at me" I mumble, looking past his stocky frame into the classroom. A huge grin spreads across my face at the sight I am privileged enough to see.
Finnick was right in my eyeline, standing on a short stool, expertly dressed as Poseidon and acting as a live model for one of the girls in the class. Peeta also turns to see what it is I am gazing at.
"Um…I can explain?" Peeta squeaks awkwardly. I laugh at his reaction, I have just arrived at this school and I can already see that this, right in front of me, confidently standing in a skimpy looking toga, is the real Finnick.
"Explain what? That we have a Greek God in our Art class?" I chuckle, brushing past him into the room for a better look. The backs of our hands brush and I try very hard to ignore the sensations this simple touch sends up my arms. I continue walking until I am behind the girl, looking directly into Finnicks eyes, a small smile playing on my lips.
"So, how's it going Neptune?" I ask. He gives me a small smirk, clearly trying not to change his position to much.
"You know, the usual. I'm trying really hard but each time a women gets a look at my huge spear here…they just get wet…" his smirk has turned into a full blown grin now by his own words. I smile and shake my head at him. I doubt I'll ever be as quick as him with my comebacks…
"HAHAHA! Really Finn, that's what you're giving the new girl. You're a disaster Finnick, truly. Would you please move tubs, your blocking my light…" the girl says.
Tubs…Wow. Ain't that original…I look over her shoulder to her sketch book and see this girls name is Johanna Mason. I get I'm not that skinny so I see no reason to be offended. I glance at Peeta and can see he's angry, I'm give him a confused smile in question and I just see him shake his head. I look back at Fin and see he is also frowning at Johanna.
"Well I suppose I should do something this lesson, so I'll let Ms Originality get back to you Poisidon" patting Johannas shoulder and turning to leave for a sketch book. As I walk away I hear her chuckle and say "I think I like her" which leaves a smile on my face.
My first task is to draw a natural landscape which holds memories. I have seen some of the most beautiful fields and meadows but none of them hold any dear memories. So I decide to draw one which holds a dear person to me. I sit at my desk with the sketch book Cinna gave me and begin to trace the scene delicately at first, taking my time to sketch the simpler shapes. I've never been amazing at art, I could draw but they were never realistic or anything, I only really drew when I was bored. But this place…this scene needed to be perfect. Once the soft outline was complete I began to draw the meadow where my parents were now buried. I started with the tree that overlooked their graves, making sure to give the bark dark, coarse details.
The bell rang and I closed my sketch book with a sigh and placed it in my bag. I turned to leave my seat and nearly jumped out of my skin when I came face to face with Peeta.
How long has he been sitting there?... I wondered idly.
"I didn't mean to startle you" he said softly with a smile, I just smirked back and got out of my seat.
"I don't suppose you know where Ms Trinkets Humanities class is?" I ask hopefully, not really wanting to bump into Cato again. Before he has a chance to reply Finnick comes up behind him with surprising grace and clamps his hand down on his shoulder.
"Yes he does. But it so happens that this is also my next class. Care to walk with me?" he asks with a dashing smile.
"I am perfectly capable of taking her Finnick…" Peeta protests. "I know, but you're in Maths which is the opposite direction so there's no point, besides I am also 'perfectly capable'…of many things" he finishes, turning to wink. I laugh at his behaviour and gently punch his arm.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves ey?" I chuckle. "Thanks anyway Peeta but he's right, there's no need for you to be late for lesson is I'm in his class anyway" I look into his and reach out to gently squeeze his wrist to voice my thanks for earlier too. He gave me a small smile in return, sincere but not quite reaching his eyes. I let go and tug on Finnicks shirt. "Come on then Romeo, lead the way."