7:00 am, Monday.
I wake up with a smile on my face: today I won't be alone at school, I've Finnick!
I get up and I immediately go to the bathroom to make look myself decent.
"Why do you smile?" I hear my brother's voice.
I don't want to tell him about Finnick, since he would understand that I find him... interessing.
"New day at school means new friends, right?" I say, trying to seem convincing.
"Yeah true!" my brother exclaims after a long pause.
I let go a sigh of relief.
I quickly have a shower and I don't even have a breakfast, I'll eat at school.
"Mum I'm ready!" I say trying to not smile, but it seems impossible.
"Mum doesn't feel well, you'll go to school with me" my brother says with no feelings in his voice.
I already know that when mum "doesn't feel so well" it's because her hate towards me is back, she's probably saying bad words about me in her room and she's locked there to not beat me.
I don't say anything, I don't want anybody to ruin my mood.
Meanwhile my brother is driving I listen to music.
"green eyes" by Coldplay plays and all I can think is Finnick.
Finnick's eyes are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
His eyes can shine the world and can make fall in love everyone.
"Here we go" my brother says with a warm smile.
"Green eyes" is still playing when I see Finnick smiling at me: everything is so perfect.
All around Finnick there are girls, but he doesn't care.
Finnick hugs me and the music goes on, louder and louder; I close my eyes living this moment, wishing to live moments like this every day.
The song stops and Finnick stops to hug me.
"Hi blondie!" he says smiling.
Today Finnick is wearing a red shirt and, under it, a white tank top and a pair of jeans.
His bronze hair is messy, but he even looks like better.
"Hi green eyes" I shyly say in response.
He wraps an arms around my shoulders and, together, we walk in the school.
Everyone looks surprised seeing "the new boy" with Finnick Odair, but I try to not give them importance, as I said: I won't let anybody to ruin my mood today.
"I checked your lessons and surprise: we've all the lessons together today!" Finnick exclaims with a big smile.
"Who were those girls?" I ask a bit worried.
I'm not worrying if Finnick is dating someone, but I'm worried about if Finnick fucks them because he feels not good.
"Don't worry Peeta, I don't fuck them" He replies.
"How did you know?" I ask surprised.
"Blondie I could read your worried expression...you're cute for worrying about me" he says looking at me.
I don't reply.
Our first lesson is religion, I don't believe in God, but I'm scared of saying it.
"Shit religion, super boring" Finnick says, making a disgusted face.
I don't help, but I laugh at his face. He smiles and, seeing me laugh, continues.
"C'mon blondie, we'll survive!" he exclaims, laughing at himself.
"Good morning Mr. Boring!" he says as we walk into the class.
"Good morning Finnick" the teachers replies with no sarcastic voice.
"Can you leave your boyfriend please?" the teacher.
I blush, meanwhile Finnick is just smiling at the old man: he's one of those men who wear sweaters with written on good quotes even in winter.
"I'm sorry to break his homophobic heart, but he's not my boyfriend... for now" Finnick replies with a smirk.
I don't know if he wants to angering the teacher or if he wants to make me crazy, but I think he's excelling in both.
"Sit down, Odair!" the teacher says and Finnick sits down with a proud smile.
"And my real name is Mr. Bord, to who doesn't know it" he contiues, talking about me.
I sit next to Finnick and everyone looks at us.
"woah you've never seen two males being friends, I'm shocked" I say to everyone.
I don't even know how I found the courage to say what I thought, but it feels so good.
Finnick proudly looks at me and gives me a high five.
Mr. Bord seems okay and today he'll explain us the story of Jesus.
Finnick doesn't seem to agree with me, indeed, he does everything to annoy the teacher: he listens to music, he imitates his voice, everything until the teacher says a really bad thing, knowing to annoy Finnick.
"Well someone of us doesn't really realize how pathetic they are, stupid not straight boys".
I'm angry, I'm so angry because he should spread love in his lessons, not hate or homophobia.
Finnick is one of those boys who have to say everything they think and, in this case, I wish I was like him.
"Excuse me you bastard, but my sexual orientation isn't of your business and if you define me sick or stupid only because I love someone of my same sex, then you didn't understand nothing. Yes, I'm bisexual, I like girls and boys, but I like it, I like myself and I don't give a shit" Finnick says standing up.
"See you in detention this afternoon" Mr. Bord exclaims.
"No!" I say.
I can't believe it.
"What?" the teacher asks.
"No! It isn't fair to give Finnick a detention only because he isn't straight. You, yes you who teach religion, should teach instead more love." I say and then I shut up.
"Detention for you too, Mellark" Mr. Bord says.
Finnick lets go a "thank you" and smiles at me.
Religion's lesson ends and, after tham we've my favorite subject: art.
Finnick still wraps his arm around my shoulders and I'm not even complaining.
We enter in our art's class and I already love it: everything is so colorful.
I sit down in the first lane and Finnick follows me.
"Good morning guys" a blonde woman talks.
She looks kind and gentle, the type of teacher who gives you advices and teaches you about how much life is good.
"Oh new faces!" she exclaims excited.
"I'm Mrs. Harriet" she continues looking at me.
"He's Peeta Mellark, he's an artist" Finnick replies instead of me.
The fact he thinks I'm an artist, makes me feel honored and proud.
"We'll see, Mellark" Mrs. Harried says, smiling.
"Today we'll try to paint hands! Think about someone's hands and paint it!" the teacher exclaims.
I analize Finnick's hands and I decide to paint them.
I focus on my work and, I always do it, meanwhile I paint, I sing in my head a song.
I look at Finnick's hands as they work and I paint them, figuring out that I really like to paint Finnick Odair.
"Finnick was right!" Mrs. Harriet screams so loud that I jump on my chair.
"Oh my god!" I say.
Everyone is now around me, to see my painting.
There's someone who tries to discover who I was painting, others with an open mouth, Finnick only smiles, pointing at his hands.
I nod at him and he smiles even more, I'm so glad he didn't think that it was weird to paint his hands, I'm so glad for Finnick Odair to be in my life.
Unfortunately, art's lesson ends and Finnick wraps again his arm around my shoulders.
"You've talent, my dear" he says.
"I'm not so good" I reply.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Peeta don't be modest, you've talent, your profession should be this, Picasso who?" he screams, laughing.
I laugh at him, but not because he's funny, but because I find him cute and supportive.
It's lunch time, Finnick and I sit alone until he calls three girls, one of them is Delly.
"Katniss, Johanna, Delly!" he screams, pointing at himself.
"Where are Gale, Cato and Marvel?" he asks as the girls sit down.
"We don't know" they all say.
Delly looks at us and laughs.
"Hi I'm..." I start to say.
"Please, we all know who you are: Peeta Mellark" the girl with black and red hair says, I think she's Johanna.
"How do you know?" I ask confused.
"Finnick talked about you for hours and hours and hours" she replies a bit annoyed with a sarcastic voice.
"Peeta is so talented, Peeta is so handsome, Peeta's eyes are so beautiful! Peeta as a nice a..." Delly starts to say, but Finnick gently slaps her arm.
"A beautiful?" I ask, smiling.
"Nothing" Finnick answers, blushing.
He's so cute and I can't believe he talked about me.
"A BEAUTIFUL ASS PEETA, FOR FINNICK YOU'VE A BEAUTIFUL ASS" Katniss screams.
I open my eyes and mouth, then I start to laugh.
Finnick covers his face.
"Why don't you shut up?" he says a bit embarassed.