Chapter 3 The boy with the bread

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I kept my emotions indifferent as I reached for my lock. "That was some stunt you pulled back there." Peeta says with a smirk. Why did he have to be so cute when he smirked?

"Yeah, I guess." I say flatly lining the lock up with the 0 at the top.

Peeta stretches his arms above his head and from the corner of my eye I see his muscles ripple beneath his shirt. His shirt lifts slightly showing off the skin on his stomach and part of his muscular chest. Holy… abs… I think as I gulp down the saliva that has filled my mouth. I turn the lock clockwise once before landing on the small notch to the left the 0. He runs a hand through his hair, his golden locks catching the light. Slowly I turn the lock anticlockwise one notch to the right of 15.

Come on Deen! One more you can do this! Don't let his overly good looks be your downfall! I scold myself. But he's just so hot… A part in me wants to just push him up against the lockers and kiss him senseless while running my own hands through his golden hair. But I know that's not going to happen anytime soon so I push on and go to turn my lock to the final number of my combination, 35, but before I can pull open the door Peeta fakes a cough, startling me and causing me to turn the lock more than I need to. I curse under my breath.

I turn and glare at him. "What?" He asks looking at me innocently. Son of a bitch!

I narrow my eyes at him and put on a fake scowl. The way his eyes light up when he smiles makes me feel like there's a flock of mockingjays inside my stomach. I quickly do my combination again making sure he doesn't try anything stupid. I look over at him as I open my locker and get my books. Oh wait, we have different classes… "Shit…" I mutter under my breath running a hand through my fringe

"Hmm?" He says looking up curiously.

"Uhh… do you have our time table?" I ask.

He nods and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a folded piece of paper and hands it to me. I quickly unfold it and scan down Tuesday's schedule.

Biology Meh…
Algebra Ewww…
Break Yay!
P.E. Yay!
Chemistry Meh…
BreakYay!
History Ewww…
Music Fuck yeah mother fucker!

Not too bad… not too bad… I think as I pull out my bio and algebra books. More like algebore… I think and snicker quietly to myself. "What?" Peeta asks.

"Nothing," I say slamming my locker and heading off to the science building. "You co ming?" I ask stopping to wait for him so he can catch up. "I'm Katniss by the way." I say continuing to walk.

Peeta laughs. "You think I didn't know that? Katniss Everdeen the girl on fire!" He says dramatically.

"Oh please." I say with an eye roll.

"What? It's true! After your stunt today I highly doubt you'll be forgotten anytime soon." He says with a shrug. "So you really caught them…" He trails off.

I smirk. "Yeah, I didn't know whether to laugh or throw up." I say.

He laughs slightly. The sound is music to my ears and I feel the mockingjays resurfacing in my stomach. "Peeta Mellark by the way." He says.

"I know." I say but continue walking. He's the fucking high school god! How could I not know his name!

We reach the science block, better known as block C and I pull the handle down and push the door open. All noise in the class stops and heads turn to the door. I casually cross the room to an empty seat, push my chair back and put my feet up on my desk. The teacher drones on and I don't even bother to take in their name. The people around me sneak peeks at me out of the corner of their eyes and I can hear the muttered conversations passed between some people. "Wasn't she expelled?" "I heard that she gets to walk around with Peeta, how lucky." "Yeah he's meant to be a model student for her to learn off or something." I smirk lightly at how quick information passes through the hallways.

I sit like this for the rest of the lesson, listening in yet never really paying attention, and when the bell rings I'm up and out the door, Peeta hot on my heels.

Same routine with algebra. Walk to block B, walk in, avoid the stares, ignore the murmurs, sit through class then when the bell rings, leave. It's not until P.E. that things really start to get interesting.

We're headed to the locker rooms and just before a group of guys open the door I speak for the first time since first period.

"I wouldn't go in there." I say flatly, cringing at the memory of yesterday.

Cato Ludwig turns to me and smirks, like the cocky bastard he is. "And why is that?" He asks, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Now it's my turn to smirk. "Just think about it. If two teachers wanted to get some privacy on a Monday afternoon where would be the most logical place?" I ask. "The sports block. Judging by the location of the boys' locker room it's closest to the staff room. Which means it's probably where they… how can I put this? Did the nasty." Cato's smirk is replaced with a look of disgust. "That and the fact that I was kinda there… how else could I have gotten the recording?" I say turning and opening the door to the girls' locker room.

"Everdeen," Cato calls out. I turn with a smug face and meet Cato's eyes. "What's your punishment?" He asks, crossing his arms.

I frown. "Just gotta follow Mellark. He's like my tutor now, something like that." I say with a shrug.

He nods. "Oh and one more thing?"

I sigh. "What is it Ludwig?"

"How the hell do you do it?" He asks with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I only smirk. "A great magician never reveals their tricks." I say before turning and pushing open the door for the girls' locker room.

Yay! Another chapter done! ***MISSION ACCOMPLISHED*** Feel free to give me some suggestions on what to do next! Smutdawg signing out!