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Peetas POV:

I lead us back to Cinnas classroom quietly, not really paying attention to where I was going. I didn't need too. I was in that room so often my feet could take me there on their own, as if detached from my brain. Instead, all I can think of is the feel of her soft hand in mine. Years of helping my father at the bakery have left my hands rough and hard, a huge contrast to her smooth delicate hands. I know I need to stop these thoughts before they develop further, I mean I finally have Katniss, the girl I have always loved. Haven't I? But it's so difficult not to think about her. Her shining, multi-coloured eyes, her sun-kissed skin, her curvy hips, the way her jeans hugged her thighs…

I bite back a groan and force myself to take a deep breath, hoping she noticed no falter in my movements as I discreetly adjust myself. Thoughts like that just aren't appropriate, not only would it be incredibly embarrassing to sport a raging hard on in the middle of school, the thoughts are about the wrong girl… I'm betraying Katniss thinking like this.

Well it's not like she wouldn't do the same to you….Cato….Gale…Marvel…

Woah! Stop! Why can't my mind just be on my side? Why does… I'm brought out of my inner scolding from losing the warmth of her touch. My heart races slightly from the loss as I turn to her, questioning her with my eyes.

"You go ahead. I just need a few minutes alone before I go back in." Willow says quietly.

I don't want to leave her on her own after that breakdown. Cinna said take as much time as we need, so maybe I should just stay with her? But maybe she just doesn't want to be near me? My thoughts turn sour as I think maybe I wasn't as covert as I thought when adjusting my 'problem'. What if she thinks I'm a creep? Or pervert? What if..? Again she breaks me out of my paranoid ramblings by gently laying her arm on mine. Her face is calm and graces a sweet smile and I can feel myself begin to relax. I'm slightly shocked when she reaches up to my face and gently strokes away my frown lines, my heart constricts and I can't help but chuckle as the cuteness of the gesture. I look over her face once more. She just wants alone time, isn't that something i usually want when i break down? I nod to myself, ending the internal debate, feeling calmer.

"If you don't come in in ten minutes I'm coming out after you, capiche?" I tell her, mock authority in my tone. She simply nods and smiles at me in return. I look behind me and notice we are outside the Art room. I turn back to Willow, never breaking eye contact as I back up towards the room. Those beautiful eyes were like a drug to me, a spell I couldn't break free of until I closed the Art room door. I pressed my back against the door as it closed, trying to gather my thoughts when I heard a quiet giggle emit frim the other side. I felt the small smile that had already placed itself on my lips broaden into a grin as I looked towards the floor. I looked up as I pushed myself from the door and met eyes with a smiling Cinna and I found myself blushing under his probing gaze.

"She, um, needed a little time alone to, um, gather herself before coming back in…" I stutter, not meeting Cinnas eyes.

"Uh huh…" was his only reply. I could practically hear the smile in his grunt and heard him chortle as he walked away from me. I looked around, trying to spot Finnick. I had to do a double take at what stood directly in front of me.

"What the fuck are you wearing? Dude! Put it away please!" Heat remaining on my face in barely contained laughter. Finnick was bending over in a tiny toga with a three pronged spear, leaving very little to the imagination. He stood up, with a tiny stool and beamed at me.

"What? You intimidated my boy?" he smirked as he walked the stool over to Johanna. He placed the stool in front of her and stood on it proudly as she decorated and adjusted him into a position she was happy with.

"Jo…What are you doing with my friend? Why is he in a skirt?" I ask loud enough for Fin to hear, small smirk on my lips. "Actually! It's a toga Peeta, pay some damn attention in history" he interjected. "My bad Fin, but even so, you look very pretty in your dress" I said, moving to bat my eyelashes at him. He just laughed at me as Johanna told me to get out the way. Obediently I moved, remembering how last time she threw the paint palette at my head when I took too long.

"Seriously though, jokes aside, what are you doing?" I ask as I move to stand behind her, watching her as she traces some unusual shapes lightly onto the canvas. Johanna didn't like art, just enjoyed us being in the class, so she didn't usually try this hard to do something.

"Well I decided to do Mr Speedo swimwear here as Poseidon. May as well get something out of that mug of his" Her words were harsh, but those who knew her could hear the affection she held behind them. I placed myself on the desk near Johanna and retrieved my sketchbook and began to do my own work. I wasn't really paying much attention to what I was sketching I was thinking more of Willows timid smile and husky voice than the flows of my lines. Jo broke me out of my daze when she appeared behind me.

"So, you have the hots for the new girl" she states knowingly.

"What?! Why would you think that? I finally have Katniss now Jo and I'm happy. Willow is a friend" I say, convincing myself more than her.

"Uh huh. Well, I have been your friend for years now Peet. You always liked the idea of Katniss, not her. She was different and closed off. You wanted to help her open up more than be with her. You just got confused along the way" Jo said quietly, a tone I don't often hear leaking itself into her words, slightly maternal. "Besides, even when you were pining over Katniss, not once did you draw her, consciously or otherwise" were Jo's final words before she went back to a confused Finnick. I sat there for a moment mulling over what she said. Was she right about Katniss? And what did she mean about that last part? I looked at the clock and saw 15 minutes had past, so I rose from my chair and headed for the door.

"I won't be long" I called to Finnick and Jo as I opened the door.

Fire burns in my veins as I see Cato kiss Willows hand. He tries to take Katniss and now Willow too?! I restrain myself from punching him in his slimey face as he turns to leave, neither of them noticing me there. As he turns the corner I see Willow shiver and wipe her hand on her jeans, a revolted look plastered on her face. I can't help but smile at her reaction, my heart inflating slightly at her disgust. She is still looking down as she walks towards the door frame where I am currently standing. I decide not to move though, smiling at her distraction at her hand. She bumps against me, a surge of heat filling me as her body presses against mine. I smile down at her confused face before recognition flashes in her eyes. The heat in my body only increases as she smiles back at me.

I never felt like this with Katniss…could Jo be right?

I may do a Finnick or Johanna perspective of this scene. A little outside view of the exchange… what do you think?