Teach Me
A/N: I will update as much as I can, but bearing in mind I have exams to revise for and stuffs:) thanks. Bye!x
Chapter 2 - "I will not let an exam result decide my fate."
Standing outside the prison that is called school, the 50 feet gates surround the entire premises and students inside are wearing the exact same uniform as each other, some students hang around in gangs others decide to stay alone.
The buildings are as tall as the Eiffel Tower, painted a baby blue colour, they try not to make school so patronizing but secretly most people are scared of the students inside. I take one foot inside the school premises and gulp, usually Cato and his crew hang around at the entrance but I try to get to school early to avoid any trouble I gather from them. I take another step and gulp louder, gulping the pain into my suffocating stomach. Pulling my cap down so the flap covers my eyes, I begin to pick up my pace and walk over to the school library, so far I'm unnoticed and invisible. The school library is my safety zone, no one comes to the library, if they do, it's probably because they have been told to or they need to use the computers.
The library is compacted with books to read, I usually sit down on one of the chairs and complete my homework that has to be due in. I open one of my revision guides to the page that has been folded down, I try to make sense of equations for maths but I'm always paranoid that Cato will do something. It's difficult to concentrate when you know something is waiting to happen, I sit in maths waiting for Cato to humiliate me, in front of everyone to see. I'm lost in my thoughts when the librarian was stood over me, "Peeta, the principle wants to see you at his office." It takes me a couple seconds to register the current event, I nod my head and pick up my bags and shove my books into the small space of my backpack.
The Principles office is massive, there's a coffee machine in the corner and a fish tank built into the wall. I clear my throat for Principle Snow to hear my voice, he looks closely at the different type of fish carefully, still not noticing my presents. He keeps his eyes firmly placed on the fish, "Peeta, good for you to come." He still hasn't made eye contact with me but his voice is firm. "I've noticed you're failing maths." He finally looks at me. "I want to give you extra tuition." I slowly nod my head in confirmation. "Katniss Everdeen, would love to help you." Who is that? Before I could say anything he speaks up again. "She's the new student, every first period you will meet her in the library. OK " I nod my head again- to scared to talk to him. He takes a sip of his coffee, the coffee is stained into his beard and his mustache he waves his arm in the air to dismiss me. Great, so I'm getting help from a person I don't even know yet. How am I supposed to know who they are? What if I get the wrong person? I'll be a laughing stock.
The bell rings for first period, for me that means meeting someone in the library for extra tuition. I lazily drag myself to the library once more and sit down in a huff. Moving my thumbs in a circular movement I waited, not sure who I'm waiting for but I'm waiting. After a couple minutes the same girl with the braid that came into my bakery sat down with a pile of books onto the table. I give her a weak smile and carry on waiting. "Hi, I'm Katniss." She breaths "From the bakery, yesterday" Is she speaking to me? Wait, this is Katniss Everdeen?
"A-Are you, h-helping me with math?" I question shakily Her eyes stare into mine, and she opens a page of the text book and starts to skim and scan the text, running her finger along the ink. "Yes, you're Peeta, right?" She whispers while her full concentration is set on the book.
"Right" I say stupidly, "I'm currently failing maths, but I assure you, I don't need help." Alright, I feel embarrassed that a beautiful girl like her is helping me.
"It's only a little help, I'm just here to push you into the right direction." She smartly replies back.
Katniss gives me a bunch of questions to try and have a go at to see where I need helping, adding and subtracting are easy. I need help with fractions, decimals and percentages. As Katniss is sat opposite me, our knees brush against each other constantly- causing my cheeks to turn a dark red colour, hopefully she doesn't notice. I finish the questions swiftly and give them back to her, her stern eyes carefully read my awful writing, sometimes she nods her head but sometimes she shakes it. She clears her throat and thinks what she is going to say next, "look, I know this is hard. Maybe we should get to know eachother to make it less awkward between us. It'll be easier for you to communicate better." She states. I take it into consideration before I let my speach ruin things for me, I work at the bakery Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.
"We c-could, meet up after school on F-Friday?" I reply "It's the day I have off work." She looks at me and smiles brightly, she makes me feel alive. She tears a piece of paper out of her notebook and scribbles something down and puts it in my hand. "That's my phone number, so we can talk out of school too" she flutters. I'm sat there in awe, she has picked herself up and moved on to the next period but I'm still to dazed to move. I smooth my finger over her neat writing and pull out my phone, I don't really use my phone much because I never have anyone to talk to. Tapping in her phone number I decided I should probably make my to science.
Walking down the tiresome corridors of endless mazes, everyday morning I get to spend it with Katniss, and we are meeting up with eachother after school on Friday. Suddenly, I feel a large, muscular, male standing infront of me. "What you got there?" Cato stammers. "I saw you, with that girl." He ruffles up my blonde hair and kicks me in the shin. Not even Cato can ruin my mood after meeting Katniss properly. Cato runs down the empty corridor, kicking the lockers as he goes. I'm still stood in glee.
The next couple of hours go really slow, slower than a snail. In a matter of seconds I'm finally home, Rye is playing the drums and my father is reading the newspaper. Running up into my room, faster than Hussain Bolt I pull out my sketchbook and draw sketches of my earlier gathering with Katniss. I shade her face with more detail, her grey eyes like a twilight and her hair falling perfectly down her back. Her fingers curl around the end of her braid and her lips a peachy pink and her smile- breathtaking.
Sooner, my father calls me down for dinner and we all sit around the table in bliss- mainly because its awkward and quiet. Rye is banging his fingers on the table trying to make a catchy beat, my mother picks at her food and snorts from time to time. My father eats politely, trying to forget the tension at the table and I eat peacefully still wearing my smile proud. I glance at the knives on the table in the corner- not today, I think to myself as I stuff a mouthful of food in my mouth. Finishing shortly, I run back into my room again and decide to text Katniss. 'See you tomorrow -Peeta x' my phone buzzes instantly and Katniss has replied. 'Indeed, I had a great first day today.' I'm glad, I put my phone down and take my watch off and jump into my pajamas. "I did good today." I smile and my mind wanders back to Katniss.
A/N: I re wrote this chapter like a million times to try get it perfect, im gonna upload when i can, thank you for the interest in my story:) Bye x