A/N: I'M SORRY! My friend spilled coffee on my laptop so it's screwed! I had to use another laptop and I'm not used to the key board! OK basically, i've barely proof read this and i havent got any line breaks! sorry! if it's super spelling bad or you cant work out the time swaps review and i'll try sort it ASAP.
A couple of people were peeved about Peeta cheating, in this fanfic i make the abuse he went through from his mom have a sort of hijacked effect on him, he doesn't think clearly and when he thinks he isn't going to physically hurt Katniss he doesn't even consider he may be emotionally hurting her! Let me know if ya'll still don't get it!
I do photograhy so if you want to have some scenes where phtography using old cameras, that i use, such as PENTAX then lemme know!
keep reviewing because it makes me feel guilty for not uploading and then i upload more! :D
Katniss' P.O.V
I hadn't slept since I saw Peeta last night. I hadn't really seen him because it was so dark but I saw him limping and heard Evan tell him he was an idiot for bare knuckle fighting. I wondered how bad his face was. Why would Peeta go bare knuckle fighting? Why was he limping?
Those were the thoughts that had been going through my head most of the night until my alarm went off about two minutes ago. I could hear people moving around already but I was still laying in bed.
Eventually, I found the will power to get up and took my uniform out of my wardrobe. The kilt was check black, dark blue and red, the blouse white, the jumper dark blue with a red collar and the blazer dark blue with red trimmings. I held in a laugh when I looked at myself in it in the mirror. My black eye looked pretty bad I've had worse so I hooked my already packed school bag over my shoulder and headed downstairs.
"Evan! Just put the damn thing on it!" I heard Peeta say in an exasperated voice as I walked to the kitchen.
"I don't know how to do it!" Evan replied, sounding like a lost little boy. I walked in and Peet was leaning on a counter facing away with me with no top on but wearing black trousers and a belt and black shoes. Evan was stood behind him holding a dressing to his back.
"Put it on then tie the bandage around me! Come on, Ev!" Peeta groaned and I dropped my bag.
"I got it." I mumbled and walked over. Peeta didn't turn but Evan quickly passed the dressing to me. Peeta has scratches over his back and what looked like concrete burn on his right shoulder blade. It was bleeding a little and weeping a lot. I pressed the square dressing over the wound and Peeta stood up, pulling a cap on low over his face before turning and lifting my eyes so I could tie the bandage together to hold the dressing in place.
When Peeta turned I saw the scratches on his pecs and down his eight pack and swallowed.
"Does your eye hurt?" He asks as I step away from him and fill a glass with orange juice from the fridge.
"No, it's fine. Stop worrying, it was an accident." I say as I turn back to him, he's pulled a white shirt on and is doing the buttons up but I'm just staring at the cuts on his knuckles. "I knew someone that died from bare knuckle fighting." I said quietly and Peeta's hands froze on his buttons. Evan left the kitchen and I put my glass down.
"I was with Gerry. He had my back." Peeta replies and I try to look at his face but it's covered by the cap.
"Apparently he didn't because your back looks like shit." I say to him as Rye wanders in with Prim.
"You should see his face." Rye informs me as Peeta lifts his collar to wrap his tie round his neck. His tie is the same pattern as my kilt.
"What's wrong with his face." I ask and Rye grins, Peeta leaves the room with his jumper and I follow him out. "Peeta." I say as he heads to the downstairs bathroom.
"We'll be leaving for school pretty soon." Peeta mumbles and slides into the bathroom. I hear the lock click and I kick the door gently to show him my irritation.
"Katniss!" Ben's jolly voice rings out from the kitchen. "Come and get some breakfast!" I roll my eyes and stomp into the kitchen, picking up an apple.
"I'll see you later, Katniss!" Prim said excitedly, giving me a hug. "I'm going to see Rory finally!" I hug Prim back while crunching my apple and mumble a 'cya later alligator' before she follows Evan outside.
"Ready?" Peeta asks and I look over at him. His jumper is on now, its the same as my jumper. You can see his white collar and the knot of his tie at the top. I still can't see my face and I internally roll my eyes at him. In his right hand he has his blazer and in his left he is jangling car keys but they aren't the ones for his old car. He has an old looking cream-green kind of bag. Hanging out his left side, the strap across his body on his right shoulder.
"Uh huh." I splutter with the apple.
"I need you to go and check on the bakery after school. See how Jacob's getting on." Ben says to Peeta and Peeta nods before leaving, I grab my discarded bag and move behind him.
"Am I going to actually see your face today?" I ask and Peeta presses a button on his keys, a different garage door opens to reveal a red jeep.
"Hopefully not." Peeta mumbles and throws his bag over the seats into the back, I copy him and we both climb in.
"Why don't you drive your other car to school?" I ask as he starts the engine.
"It's a chevrolet camaro 1969." Peeta informs me as I buckle my seatbelt. "And I'm driving this because we're going to the bakery after and it's not in the best bit of town and I don't want my baby stolen." Peeta explains and I smirk. Then force the smirk away. I hate Peeta right now, remember!
"Fair enough." I say bluntly and Peeta sighs. I stare out of my window because otherwise I'll look at Peeta.
"We have english first." Peeta says and I nod. "Sir will porbably sit you behind me, there's a spare seat." Peeta tells me and I can't help saying it.
"Good, then you can't sleep with someone behind my back." I bite out and Peeta pulls the jeep over into a dip in some hedges. "Was she good, Peeta? Did she rock your world?" My voice is horribly high and Peeta has unbuckled his belt and turned to look at me with his cap low over his face.
"Are you done?" He asks and I shake my head.
"You wouldn't have even told me would you? You thought I'd never know! You were the one that said we only had each other! Or did that rule only apply to me? Are you still petrified I'm going to sneak off and fuck Finnick!" I was panting because I had been shouting.
"Are you done?" Peeta asks again and I nod. Peeta turns my face to his and presses his lips to mine. I moan and frown at the same time as our mouth start to move together naturally. I raise my hand and flick the cap of Peeta's head then pull back and gasp.
"Oh god, Peeta!" I cry out, a hand flying to my mouth. Practically the entire right side of his face is purple with bruises, a black eye only visible, the left side of his face has a green bruise in the shape of someones fist.
"It doesn't hurt." Peeta lies and I smack his shoulder so he looks at me shocked.
"We aren't lying. Don't do that, don't lie to me!" I say to him and he nods, his eyes gazing at my black eye.
"Okay, it fucking hurts. Does yours?" He asks and I nod, in response Peeta scrunches up his eyes and breathes out deeply. "I'm so damn sorry." He mutters and I unclip my seat belt.
"It was an accident. Look at me! I'm okay! I've been hurt worse." I caress his purple cheek with my hand and he raises his hand to hold my hand to his face.
"I was so scared you wouldn't forgive me." Peeta whispers and I nod. "I felt like everything I did was connected to you and if it wasn't I felt nothing so I got in a stupid fight to feel something." Peeta explains quickly, I continue to run my thumb along his bruised eye. "All the punches and I didn't feel anything. Not until Gerry told the guy I had cheated on my girlfriend so he would stop pounding on me." Peeta leant forward and pressed his forehead against mine. "Then it hit me like a tonne of bricks. I hurt everywhere because I was such an idiot!"
"Why did you do it?" I ask quietly and Peeta tenses.
"She makes me so fucking angry and all my emotions practically explode inside me. Its like I have no control of myself at all." I'm about to roll my eyes when Peeta shakes his head. "No, I'm not saying it wasn't me that did it! I went to a club and I drank and then I remembered you saying I needed to find something so I would stop drinking so I stopped. Then I just sat in the corner watching everyone. Watching how guys moved from one girl to the other, how the girls would just latch onto guys. And then a girl latched onto me. She started telling me about her ex, how he was an arse hole and I got angry that her ex was an arse hole and I have no idea. I guess being angry makes me horny because next thing I know we're making out and we're touching. And all I could think about was if I was fucking someone I wasn't fucking my mom." Peeta was out of breath when he finished and I swallowed.
"Why couldn't you come home and fuck me?" I ask quietly and Peeta groaned.
"Because I knew I was going to be rough, I knew my anger would come out in the sex and I didn't want to hurt you. At the time I just didn't acknowledge I was hurting you by not fucking you! I just didn't want to hurt you." Peeta explained before I pressed my lips to his.
"I want you to fuck me." I murmured against his lips and I felt him smirk.
"Now or in the future?" He asked and I ran my hand down his school jumper to his belt and started to undo it.
"Both." I replied and he groaned, our tongues started attacking each other and I could feel Peeta becoming hard, he was straining in the trousers by the time I had pushed them down to free his erection. When my hand wrapped around him he groaned into my mouth. Peeta reached his hands out to my waist and pulled me across the chair so I was straddling him. He ran his hands up my thighs under my kilt and I rolled my hips into his erection. "I feel like we're making some dirty japanese high school porno." I murmured and Peeta grinned into my neck as he nuzzled me.
"I think we are except we aren't filming it." Peeta said and I caught his eye. His beautiful blue eyes widened as I reach over the chairs to his blazer and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Oh jesus." Peeta whispered as I pressed the screen and started filming, I balanced his phone on the dashboard and turned back to Peeta.
"So." I said and he pulled my face to his roughly, our lips angrily fought each other as I struggled out of my underwear. "This is going to be the most amateur porno in the world." I whispered to Peeta when I finally got my underwear off. He was about to answer me when his erection rubbed against me and instead of words he let out a hungry growl. In a second Peeta had thrust upwards and entered me with such a force I had to press my hands to the roof to stop from slamming into it. "Ohgod!" I cried out as Peeta gripped my arse over my kilt and dragged me down onto him.
"Tell me, mmmph, if I'm too, ah, too rough." Peeta spluttered as I felt him lift us and spin awkwardly, he accidentally put his foot on the brake so the car squeeked making us laugh before he pulled the handle on the seat so the back fell backwards. Peeta held onto the top of the chair and I kissed his bicep as his muscle tensed when he moved the seat down. Now being on my back in the chair, I wrapped my legs around Peeta's waist, my feet resting on the steering wheel. "We should have done this on your side of the car." Peeta laughs before burying himself back inside me.
"Oh, I get a side of your car do I?" I mocked him and he got his revenge by slamming into me with agonising force. "Peeta!" I screamed and he stared at me with a look of orgasmic awe on his face as we called out each others name loudly as we climaxed.
"Holy shit." Peeta whispered and I nodded. "No one is ever touching my phone again." Peeta mumbled as he reached out and finished the recording. "We're half an hour late!" Peeta exclaimed and tugged his boxers and trousers up before passing me my underwear. "You're going to get your first strike unless Finnick or Gerry has covered for us." Peeta informed me as I scooted back to my chair and buckled my belt.
"Meh, I'll still have eight more chances." I say casually as Peeta pulls the jeep back into the road.
"Mr Burns is going to hate that attitude." Peeta grins at me, his hand on the gear stick as he changes gear. I put my hand over his and Peeta spreads his fingers so my fingers slip between his before he closes his hand over the gear stick again. "We're in the same class until before lunch so, I'll take you to photography," Peeta pauses as he releases my hand to turn the steering wheel sharply round a bend. "You do your thing, I'll meet you outside your class and we'll go to the canteen and get lunch." Peeta looks in the wing mirror as he reverses into a parking spot. "Then we have P.E but you don't have your kit so you'll probably be the ref or something when we play."
"Sounds good." I reply and Peeta passes me my bag as he pulls his cap back on. "Do you really think you'll get away with wearing that cap?" I ask as I drop down from the jeep and slam the door.
"No, I'm just hoping Delly won't see it." He mutters and I steal a glance at him, he's pulling his blazer on. "She gets so angry when I get in fights." Peeta says as we climb the stairs to the main school building.
"You do that often?" I ask suspiciously and he looks at me quickly before looking away.
"Nope." He says, his voice a little too adamant so I walk down the corridor faster. He picks up his speed as well. "It's a long story, I'll tell you later. Maybe." He mumbles and I glare at him as he walks through a back door of the school and taps on a fire escape door just round the corner.
The door doesn't open for a minute then it opens and Finnick is holding it open with his hand, looking at the teacher who's back is turned, writing on the board. Peeta grasps my hand and pulls me inside, hunched over, he pushes me into the chair next to Finnick before he slides into the chair in front, next to Gerry.
"Hey there, Kitty Kat!" Finnick whispers to me and I grin at him as I quietly pull my books and pen out of my bag. "Sir! You haven't given the new kid her reading material!" Finnick shouts and everyone - including the teacher - turns to look at Finnick, then me.
I find myself blushing as the teacher grins widely. He has short brown hair that is quiffed to one side, even from where I'm sat I can see how deep his brown eyes are.
"Yer good, Fann." The teacher points at Finnick who shrugs his shoulders. I'm shocked at his accent.
"Don't know what you mean, Mr Thomson." Finnick replies, Mr thomson turns and bends over to open a cupboard and every girl - I included - crane my neck to look at his arse. "Peeta! She's checking him out!" Finnick whispers in an outraged voice to Peeta who inclines his head slightly to Finnick. "Kat is looking at sir's scottish arse?!" Finnick hisses and Peeta nods before turning back to the front.
"He's scottish?" I ask quietly and Finnick rolls his eyes.
"Ugh, whatever, he's tall, handsome and has an accent. Whoop-dee-doo!" Finnick flails his hands around and I stifle a laugh then blush immensely when I watch as Mr Thomson strides towards me leisurely.
"Mornin, Peeta. Rehmove the carp, please, or I'll get a haden for at." Sir says to Peeta and he pulls the cap from his head and smooths his hair. Mr Thomson bends down with the book open on the first page, his hand poised to write, his other hand holding the cover open. Is it possible for hands to be sexy? Yes, yes it is apparently. "How"d yer spell Katnass?" He asked and I really don't know if I just moaned at the way he said my name.
"K-A-T-N-I-S-S." I spell out quietly as I watch his fingers write out each letter.
"Lass name?" He asked and I kicked myself for not saying even though he only asked for my first name.
"Everdeen." I say and he looks up at me.
"Lake an Evergreen tree?" He says with a smirk and I nod, dazed.
"Sir, stop talking so... Scottish." Peeta mumbles from in front and Sir hits him on the head gently with my book before passing it to me. My thumb brushes his little finger momentarily and I hold my breath.
"Bot I'm Scortash!" Sir says and the class laughs. "Right, kids, this is Katnass!" Suddenly his accent is barely tracable apart from in my name. "Can someone summarise where we've got to in Macbeth please?" Sir leans his arse against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest.
"...not even listening!" I turn to Finnick suddenly, at his hushed voice.
"What?" I ask and Gerry smirks.
"Your falling for Drew's sexy voice." Gerry laughs then grimaces suddenly. "No need for any more violence, Peet." Gerry mumbled and Peeta punched Gerry in the arm playfully. "So, Katniss, how are you?" Gerry turned to me and I smiled at him slightly.
"I'm okay." I answered and he looked like he was trying not to smile to widely.
"Mhmm, I hear you went missing after Rye pissed you off." I nodded carefully and saw Peeta straighten his back. "And Peeta saved you?" I nodded again. "Anything happen in that barn? I mean, you were in an enclosed space, cold and tired..." Gerry trailed off as Mr Thomson stopped in front of him.
"Gerard, do tell the class what the basic idea of Macbeth is." Sir said, his accent only slightly visible. Gerry turned to the blurb and started reading off it before the class laughed. "Peeta?" Peeta shrugged awkwardly and I bit my lip. "Mr Odair? Anything to add?"
"It's about a guy called Macbeth...?" Finnick asked unsurely and then Sir turned to look at me.
"Katniss? Any idea at all? An explanation? I mean we have been talking about it all lesson!" Sir said exasperated and I gazed into his eyes.
"It's about guilt and greediness." I say quietly and Sir perks up, he smiles slightly and waves his hand for me to continues. "Macbeth is persuaded by his wife to murder the King of Scotland and in doing so he fills himself with guilt." Some people are looking at me now and Sir has his arms crossed with his chin cupped by one of his hands. "Through the story we see how Macbeth and his wife swap places, his wife is unable to deal with the guilt of the murder and kills herself and Macbeth barely bats an eyelid. He has become almost immune to any feelings. Love, fear or anything because he went to see some witches who told him no man born of woman can kill him." The whole class is quiet now and Sir is crouched in front of me. "Macbeth is killed by a guy called Macduff."
"I thought Macbeth couldn't be killed?" A girl asks from across the class and Sir gestures for me to answer.
"Macduff was born by the equivalent of a casaerian in these days so wasn't technically born by woman." I reply and Sir grins widely at me.
"Okay guys, talk amongst yerselves." He calls to the class but keeps his eyes locked on mine. "You like to read?" He asks and I nod at him. "Are you reading something now?" I nod again and then elaborate.
"Well, I'm re-reading To Kill A Mockingbird." I say quietly, aware Finnick, Gerry and Peeta aren't speaking.
"Re-reading?" I nod. "What did you think of it?" He asks and I smile sheepishly.
"It's my favourite book." This makes him grin widely and I grin back.
"Why? Why do you like it so much?" He asks and I don't even need to consider.
"So many things, I love the way it's written in a child's perspective."
"Why?" Sir asks and Finnick looks at me.
"Because Scout is so young but sees and understands things that most people don't when they are adults. It just makes sense that she would understand." I say and Sir's eyes twinkle. He opens his mouth to speak.
"Are you going to teach us at all today?" Peeta asks gruffly and Sir coughs and stands up. I take a deep breath, what the hell just happened.
"Of course, ha, um, some volunteers to read? I need Macbeth, Banquo and Three Witches." Sir asks and hands shoot up.
"What was that?" Finnick whispered to me so quietly I could barely hear him.
"I-I-I don't know." I stutter and Finnick gives me an odd look before opening his book and finding where the reader is and following it with my finger. I feel my eyes staring into Peeta's hair and I feel guilt knawing at me. I hadn't done anything? Had I? I slide my new phone from my pocket and unlock it.
You: What just happened?xx
Peeta: I sure would like to know.
You: Peeta? What's going on? Xx
Peeta: you just flirted with our sexy scottish teacher Katniss.
You: I wasn't flirting with him!xx
Peeta: he virtually had a hard on!
You: well I don't want his hard on. I want
Peeta: keep talking/texting x
You: I want your hard on to throb inside my wet core as you fuck my insanely hard on sir's desk while we film it and add it to our porno
Peeta: jesus
"Am I interrupting you, Mr Mellark?" Sir's voice intrudes my ears and I look up from my phone. "Mr Mellark?" Sir persists.
"N-no, sorry." Peeta's voice is strained and Gerry looks at him then at me and I can't keep the smirk off my face.
"Is Peet about to jizz in his pants?" Finnick whispers and I bite my lip slightly. "Oh my god, he is!" Finnick looks thrilled as Peeta starts to squirm in his seat and his breathing is deep and laboured.
You: come for me baby.
I watch Peeta as he looks at his phone and I hear him moan slightly.
You: I want your boxers to be as wet as my underwear right now.
Peeta: do you really want me to? Because I am really damn close.
You: no, don't.
You: don't think about me riding you so hard we can't breathe.
You: don't think about my tits bouncing and my walls tightening on you as you explode inside me.
With the last text, Peeta starts coughing loudly, trying to disguise his groans but I can hear them.
"Do you want to get a drink?" Sir asks concerned and Peeta jumps from his chair and practically runs from the class.
"You're cruel." Gerry turns and mouths to me and I shrug my shoulder with a grin as he turns back to his book.
Peeta returns ten minutes later with a smirk on his face. He calmly sits in his seat and Gerry stifles a laugh. Peeta's facing me now because we're working in groups of four so Gerry and Peet are turned in their chairs. Everyone is talking loudly about everything other than Macbeth.
"You realise you have to get her for that, Peeta?" Gerry reminds Peeta who taps his pen on my desk in a continuous beat. My phone buzzes and Peeta smirk widens, my eyes narrow at him as I slide my phone out of my blazer again.
Peeta: mute your phone.
I look up at Peeta who is now talking to Gerry and Finnick about ice skating. I look back down at my phone and check it's on mute. My phone buzzes again and it's a video folder from Peeta so I click on it and then nearly whimper.
The video is of Peeta pumping himself roughly in a toilet cubicle, his erection huge and the tip glistening with pre-come. I don't look up once during the six minute video and I don't even realise I'm holding my breath until I release it in a deep sigh as Peeta's come shoots out of his erection. The video ends and I quickly save it to my phone before slipping my phone back in my pocket and looking up.
Peeta is gazing at me with glistening blue eyes, well one eye because the other is so swollen, a smile covering his face. I vow to get him back for this. I can feel myself leaking onto the chair for god sakes.
"Okay everyone, I'll see you on wednesday! Katnass! Hey!" Mr Thomson squeezes past the students as the rush from the room, I look up and smile awkwardly at him.
"Hi Sir." I say, Peeta is leaning against the door frame of the room watching me and Sir, Gerry and Finnick stood with him.
"I was wondering if you had read The Great Gatsby?" He asks, smiling like a teenage boy and I smile back.
"I haven't, no. Should I?" I ask, hooking my bag over my shoulder.
"Yes! I'll lend you my copy, if you like, Katnass?" I nod at him and he strides over to his desk and bends down to look in the drawers, I make sure Peeta sees as I stare at Sir's arse. I blatantly bite my lip and I hear Finnick and Gerry laugh. "It's err, it's supposedly the greatest love story in history." Sir says as he stands up and turns to me.
"Oh wow." I say, suddenly regretting staying behind. I was aware of Peeta suddenly shouting in an amused tone. "Thanks sir." I say and take the book from him, fully aware he is smiling slightly.
"No problem, any time. I've got quite a few books you might like." Sir says and I quickly leave.
"Katniss!" I jolt, shocked at the sudden shrill intrusion in my ears and look up into Delly's eyes. "I can't believe you let Peeta do this again!" Delly scolded me and I looked between the two.
"Delly." Peeta warned and she glared at him.
"You've got to stop him doing this! Last time he went to god damn hos..."
"Delly!" Peeta, Gerry, Finnick and Sam all yelled and she blushed.
"Hey Delly." I say awkwardly and she grins. "Sam." I say with a nod before looking up at Peeta.
"Hi, Katniss. Ummmm, we have Biology now right?" Delly asked and Peeta nodded. "Take the cap off, I've seen your horrible face now, you twat."
"We have photography together after biology, Kat." Gerry tells me as he starts walking next to me as I walk behind Peeta and Delly as Finnick and Sam slowly walk behind us.
"Oh, good. What cameras do you work with?" I ask, adjusting the strap on my shoulder.
"Uhhh, old ones...?" Gerry says looking at me sideways and we both laugh a little bit.
"Fair enough, what do you take pictures of?" I ask and he adjusts his tie as Mr Burns walks past.
"People, family, elderly versus young, that sort of thing. I hear you do narrative photographs?" Gerry asks and I nod. "Why do you do narrative?"
"Why do you do people?" I counter and he considers this as he holds open a door for me to walk into a science lab.
"I find it amazing how different people are or how similar people are." He says as I turn to look at him. "Like, I have a twin sister, Lucy, we look nothing alike, at all, she has blonde hair." He gestures to his own basically black hair as he leads me to a table. "Then I have brothers that are twins, Patrick and Elijah, they're identical. They have blonde hair. My youngest sister, Evie, and her twin, Noah, they have the same hair colour as mine but, Noah has bright blue eyes and Evie has Bright green eyes." Gerry slams his bag on the desk making Peeta jump who was stood next to him.
"That's pretty awesome. Prim looked like my Mom and I looked like my dad, apparently." I say as I walk behind Peeta and Gerry to look at a tank of frogs. "I don't think I look how my dad looked." I say quietly and feel a large hand on the small of my back and I instantly know it's Peeta.
"You're beautiful." Peeta says quietly as he leans down and kisses my temple before walking away, I turn and no one in the room seems bothered by this affection in the slightest except Finnick who has just grabbed Peeta's arm and is saying something quickly and quietly to him. A young woman walks into the classes so I pretend I need to speak to her as I walk past Finnick and Peeta. "...you don't think I know!" Peeta says in a low tone and that's all I hear because they stop talking.
"Hey, Kat!" Finnick says guiltily and I glare at him.
Something is going on with Peeta, he regularly gets in fights, last time he was hospitalised and Finnick is irritating him now. I'll ask him at lunch.
Gerry and I stumbled out of the photography room laughing hysterically.
Peeta was leaning against the wall opposite the door and pushed his phone into his pocket when he saw us and pushed off the wall with a smile.
"Good lesson?" He asked and that set me off all over again, I bent over clutching my stomach and leaning against Peeta, literally crying.
"It's...her...fault!" Gerry managed to say between roars of laughter and my laughter became silent so I was just shaking with no noise.
"Either way, if we don't hurry up we're going to miss the fish and chips. So let's go!" I felt Peeta's hand press gently on the small of my back and we walked through the next set of doors to go down the stairs. My laughter was subsiding because I just wanted to touch Peeta all of a sudden so when he was two stairs down from me, I put a hand on his shoulder so he turned and stepped down one more step so I was eye level with him. "Hi." He said quietly and I pressed my lips to his frantically. Peeta's hands instantly went to my hips and mine to his shoulders as our tongues found each other.
"Guys." Gerry called with a warning tone so Peeta and I split and continued down the stairs normally as two guys walked up the stairs, they smiled at Peeta but because I was behind I couldn't see if he smiled back. He probably did because that was who Peeta was.
"Peeta, can I talk to you, please?" I ask and both boys turn and give me an odd look.
"Gerry, get our food, okay?" Peeta pulls out his wallet and passes it to Gerry who just nods and gives me a kind of salute good bye. "What's up?" Peeta voice is too casual and I can tell he's nervous.
"Can we go somewhere private to talk?" I ask and his eyes search my face before he nods and walks briskly into a school building, I follow him into the library and he takes me to the back corner where it is abandonned.
"So..." Peeta starts and leans his arse on a small table as he flings his bag onto the table.
"I want to know what's going on." I say and he frowns at me though it's hard to tell because of his bruised face. "Why you get into fights often that leave you hospitalised? Why you were rowing with Finnick in biology about me?" Peeta flinches and I smile a little. "I know it was about me."
"It doesn't make sense," Peeta begins as he sits on the table. "To anyone who actually knows because it doesn't even make sense to me. I go through these... Phases. Where I just need to feel something because for whatever reason I think I can't feel. When I get emotional, be it angry, sad, happy, confused. I just lose myself pretty much. Then I hear Linda's voice telling me how useless I am, how I can't do anything right other than fucking her." Peeta's hands have clenched and I move forwards and wrap a hand around each of his wrists so his fists break open and I slide my hands into his hands. "So then I have to prove to her I can fuck other people. So I do. But because I am so emotional, usually angry, I'm rough and I hurt the girl I'm with." He tightens his grip on my hands a little bit. "Finnick put two and two together and figured that when I need to shag someone it's going to be you and he doesn't want you to get hurt." Peeta says quietly and I push myself between his legs and rest my chest on his with my forehead in the crook of his neck. "I don't want to hurt you either, Katniss. Ever. When I'm like that I just don't have any sense of my strength and I could, I will really hurt you." Peeta releases my hands and wraps his arms around me. "Finnick says I should give you two choices." He nuzzles his face into my neck and breathes deeply.
"What choices?" I ask and Peeta sighs gently.
"You get to choose whether I fuck you when I'm like that or I fuck other girls so you don't get hurt."
"I think we've figured I'm still going to get hurt when you fuck blondes." I say and he tightens his arms on me. "Peeta, when you're hurting I want you to come to me. I don't care if you hurt me because I know its not really you. It's what she's done to you. So when you're in that mood come to me okay, no one else." I kiss Peeta's neck. "But as well as fucking I want some love making. Ok?" I ask, it was hard for me to say and I think Peeta can tell because he pulls back and kisses my forehead.
"Every night I will make love to you, Katniss."
Every night for the past two weeks Peeta and I have made love. We got the locks on our doors that can be locked with keys from inside and outside so we can sneak out and lock the door and sneak into the other room because we have a key to the others door as well. We don't always sleep together because Peeta has to get up early in the morning to go to one of the bakeries and sort stuff out.
Sadly it was going to be another two days before Peeta and I would have sex again because of stupid periods so we got by in the previous days with me giving him oral multiple times a day and him focusing on my breasts.
I'm laying in bed considering this when I hear metal on metal as a key enters the lock on my door, I sit up on my elbows, squinting as Peeta slips into the room and locks my door again before pressing his head onto the door.
"Peeta?" I ask, my voice laced with sleep as I rub my eyes.
"I need you." He says quietly and I frown.
"Peeta, I'm bleeding." I say quietly and he balls his fists and opens his hands repeatedly.
"I know!" His voice is harsh and I swallow. "But, I need you, Katniss!" With that he pulls his sleeping shirt over his head and drops it to the floor then pushes his pyjama bottoms to the floor. I can already see the huge tent in his boxers and my heart starts to race.
"Peeta..." I say unsurely as he walks over to me. I can see him properly now and I can see that vein throbbing on his temple, the way his eyes are moving frantically all over the place and I see the little cuts on his knuckles. "Ok." I say and he instantly pulls back my cover and pushes it to the bottom of the bed. Peeta climbs onto of me and kisses me roughly, this is not a Peeta kiss. This is an angry man desperate for help kind of kiss so I kiss him back and slide my hand down his chest and into his boxers, pulling along his length.
"That won't be enough." Peeta says gruffly and pushes my hand away. I'm scared. I don't want Peeta to fuck me while I'm bleeding. It will hurt. Oh god. "I'm sorry." It sounds like Peeta, its as if he's two people right now. He pulls my pyjama bottoms down and throws them to the floor. I start to bite my lip hard as he pulls down my underwear and also tosses them to the floor. Then he pushes my top over my head so I'm naked but he doesn't even look at my body, he just wants me to be naked.
"Peeta." I say his name hoping he'll stop because I don't want this but he needs this. Why am I letting him do this? Is this love? Do I love him again? Will I love him after I let him do this to me?
"Don't talk." He hisses at me as his hands slide up my thighs, I feel him slowly pulling the tampon out of me and I am really scared I'm going to start crying. Peeta gets off the bed and puts the tampon in the trashcan and I close my eyes when I hear him step out of his boxers. I hear a little tear and open my eyes to see him putting on a condom. Okay, that's a little comforting. Then Peeta is between my legs again and he is supporting his weight over me by his left hand beside my head, his other hand is lining himself up and I have to stifle a scream as I suddenly feel him penetrate me. "Shut up!" Peeta hisses and I gulp back tears, I feel like he's ripping me open as he pulls out and thrusts in harder. "Shut the fuck up!" He hisses again when I whimper. I screw my eyes shut as Peeta screws me. He's being so rough that I'm finding it hard to breathe and he's hitting into me so hard it's burning. It burns everywhere. Peeta grips my thigh suddenly and I focus on the pain of that. I can deal with that pain. When Peeta's thrusts become frantic I open my eyes. It looks like his whole face is closed off, he has no expression when he comes, the only way I know he has is because he pushes himself deep inside me and doesn't pull back out.
I lay there until Peeta finally pulls himself out of me, he gets out of the bed and knots the condom before dropping the bloody thing into the trashcan. I want him to leave now because Peeta isn't back yet but instead he gets into bed with me again, pressing his front to my back and I curl up, my head on his bicep and my tears rolling down on his muscles.