When I wake up, I grab the first thing I see and drive to the pizzeria,where Percy is waiting for me.
"Hi." He says. "Um, wanna help me make a pizza?" He asked, looking up.
"Sure." I say after a moment of silence. We turn on some music and have a little fun with it. We don't even notice when a customer comes in.
They laugh, and I look up. It's Peeta. "Still working here?" He asked.
"Yup. The next pie won't be ready for a couple minutes." I gave him a smile.
"How's...Katniss?" I guessed, trying to remember the name of his girlfriend.
"She's good. Listen, I wanted to know if you wanted to come over Friday for Truth or Dare? You could bring friends if you want." He offered.
This took me by surprise. I thought he knew I wasn't a party person.
"Well, maybe. I might be working that day." I said, mixing some sauce.
"You can go if you want. I understand, high school parties are a blast." Percy said from the back.
"Uh, okay!" I said. I'd have to ask Christina to help me get ready. I smiled and took the pizza out. Peeta bought a slice and paid, then left.
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I walked into gym, tired and bored. "Hey Eric," I said, sitting down next to him and watching as the other teens threw knives at targets.
"Hey Tris, wanna help me teach them the next throwing technique?"
Wow. He doesn't even let Lauren teach them when they were dating.
"Sure." I say, with a little too much enthusiasm. He smiles at me.
"All right nerds, let's get started." He said, flashing me a grin.
He starts giving instructions while I mimic him behind. The students giggle.
"You think this is funny? These are knives!" He says, waving his arms, while I make a funny face behind him and try not to laugh.
"Tris-they think this funny. They-" he turns around and stops. I blush. "Sorry Eric." I say, laughing. He smiles at me, a real smile, not a smirk.
"We'll, back to the lesson," he says, standing behind me this time and handing me a knife. I throw it at the target without hesitation.
"Okay. You should grab 3 knives, and then position yourself in stance 2. To do stance 2 you put your feet shoulder length apart, and you know the rest." I say.
The class goes by fast, and I get up to get lunch.
"Hey guys," I say, sitting at my table with cake and a hamburger.
"Hey." They say. "Why were you helping Eric?" Four asked, sneering when he said Eric.
"He's my friend!" I said. "Yeah, well he doesn't seem very trustworthy!" He yelled at me.
"Who gave you the right to diss my friend?" I ask, aggravated now.
"I just don't think you should hang out with him." He said, staring at me.
"Well, too bad. We've been friends for 16 years, why stop now because of some uptight guy with a number for a name?" I ask. A crowd is forming around us.
"Fight, fight, fight." They chant.
"I'm not gonna fight my friend," Four says.
"We aren't friends. We never were." I say. I walk out of the room, leaving a silent Four in my wake.
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