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The next morning, I get to school early so that I can be gone before my mother wakes up and so I can get there to relax for just a minute before Madge finds me. There are only a few people sitting in front of the trees in the courtyard. Some of them are doing homework, a few are talking to their friends, and the rest are sitting with their headphones on. When I walk inside, I see that the hallway is pretty much half full too. I open my locker and put my bag into it so that I won't have to hold onto it. My hands clutch the cold metal door as I close my eyes and take a deep breath to prepare myself for the day ahead of me. My eyes pop open and I gasp as I feel two strong arms snake around my waist from behind. I relax into his chest as soon as I realize that it is him, but it's obvious that I'm still more tense than usual.

"Hey gorgeous! Did I scare you?" I shake my head, and he chuckles and kisses the side of my head through my hair. "Did you get my text?"

"Yeah," I mutter, running my fingers over his arms.

"Well, what do you think?"

I turn myself around in his arms and he pulls me closer to him as I rest my hands against his chest. I can already tell without looking right at him that he is concerned by my seriousness.

"I think maybe we should reschedule?" I say to his chest.

When I finally look up, his face reads nothing but confusion and worry. He stares at me for a moment before responding.

"Katniss, what's going on?"

I wish I could tell you, I think. But there's so much. I don't even know where to start.

"There's just a lot going on right now." I look down, but he uses his thumb to lift my chin back up. "Peeta… My mom looked through my phone last night. And all of our texts."

"Oh." His eyebrows raise then furrow, and he looks like he is deep in thought for a moment. "So she saw the one where you said…" I nod. "And when I said-"

"Everything," I say quietly. "She wouldn't even talk to me except arguing. And she's definitely not going to let me see you for my birthday. She'll probably lock me in the house or something."

"We'll figure something out, Katniss," he says as he always does. "I swear, I'll get you your pastries one way or another."

He grins at me, and I try my hardest to fake a smile for him. But it's obviously not convincing enough for him.

"Hey." He tries to catch my eyes, but I feel like I can't even look at him. "Is there something else bothering you?"

"No," I lie as I shake my head at him.

"Haven't I told you that you're a really terrible liar?" He quirks his eyebrow and brings his forehead to mine. "Come on. Tell me."

I blink back a couple of tears that have managed to form as I continue to avoid his eyes. Of course that is even more difficult now considering his eyes are just inches from mine, if not less. I can feel him staring at me, and it only makes it more difficult to speak.

"Please promise me you won't leave when I tell you."

"Katniss." He covers one of my hands that is still resting on his chest with his own. "Always."

"Peeta." I know that I can't keep a secret from him, but I shudder as the reality of what I'm about to do really sets in. "I'm late."

"Late?" He furrows his eyebrows and looks away for a second. "What do you mean?"

"That means that I missed a period," I say hesitantly.

"And that means…" He speaks carefully like he is afraid of saying the wrong thing. "You might be pregnant?"

I let my silence answer him. When I look up at him, he is gaping at me. It seems like he's not sure how to feel or react. I know that I need to give him a moment for this to soak in, but my nerves get the best of me.

"Please say something." He looks at me with confusion still on his face. "Anything?"

"Kat, I'm sorry. I can't believe this. Are you sure?"

"Well no." I sigh. "I'm going to take a test to find out today for sure."

"I see." He squeezes my hand and looks in my eyes purposefully. "I know you don't want to be pregnant yet. But if you are, I promise I'll be here for you every step of the way. I swear we'll think of something. No matter what happens or what the test comes back with. I'll be here, Katniss."

I nod and blink back my tears again as I rest my head on his chest. He lets go of my hand and wraps his arms around me tightly. His fingers comb through my hair and caress the back of my head. After a moment passes I can tell that more students are starting to arrive at the school, and the hallway is louder. I pull away from him and look at him for only a second before I realize that he is not the only one looking at me. I look around to see that a good amount of students are staring at us and whispering to each other. One girl catches my attention: her hair and eyes are the same colors as Peeta's, and she has a very solemn look on her face as she stares at me. When I look back at her, she looks down and walks away. Peeta follows my gaze and turns to look over his shoulder.

"That's just my friend, Delly," he tells me. "She's dealing with some family stuff too, but she's okay."

"Okay," I mutter as I return my attention to him. "But other people are looking too."

"I know." He sighs. "Look. I should get going anyway. I'll talk to you later. Okay?"

I nod and he kisses me softly before letting go and returning to his friends across the hallway. I watch as they wolf-whistle and playfully punch and shove Peeta as he walks into their group. A small smile is on my face before I know it as I watch him blush and smile at the ground while they tease him. The only one who seems to notice me staring is his friend Finnick. He grins at me and winks, and I roll my eyes and look back at my locker. I only have about five seconds to myself before someone taps on my shoulder. When I look to my left, I see Madge holding up a brown paper bag for me.

"Thank you." I snatch it out of her hand and hide it in my locker. "Seriously. I can't even thank you enough."

"It's fine." She gives me a small smile. "I'm just glad I could help. How have you been feeling?"

"Awful." I groan. "I'll tell you everything later though. When do you wanna do this?"

"After school at my house? My dad is leaving for a meeting. He won't be back until eleven or midnight."

"I don't know if my mom will even let me leave the house."

"That bad?" She makes a sympathetic face. "Did something happen?"

"Unfortunately yes." I roll my eyes. "But we can talk about that later. Look. Can you come over around six? My mom will be at work, and she only told my aunt and uncle not to let in boys. They won't care if you come over."

"Sounds good to me." I take a deep breath as I collect everything that I need for my classes. "Are you nervous?"

"I don't think nervous is a good enough word to describe how I feel." She nods sympathetically. "If I am pregnant, I'm as good as homeless."

"Not necessarily." I look at her and she shrugs. "Maybe you could live with us."

"You're not serious." She raises her eyebrow, and I chuckle. "What about Peeta?"

"He can too!" It takes a few seconds to realize that she is serious. "Our house is huge. We have two guest rooms. My dad is always out on business, and my mother is usually in her room or in a hospital with her headaches. As long as you guys are quiet, I could probably find a way to sneak you in."

"I guess." I smile mostly because of how sweet she is being- and has been- to me. "Thanks, Madge."

"Anytime." She pats my shoulder. "We should probably get to class."

I nod and start walking down the hall with her. The bell rings as I walk past Peeta and his friends. We make eye contact, and he smiles at me. I try to return it, but I look down instead when all of his friends look at me as well.

As I sit in my room at around five thirty that evening, I get more and more nervous. My back is up against the headboard of my bed as I stare at the drawer in my desk where I hid the pregnancy test. I cross my arms over my chest and cross my ankles as my eyes tear up. My nerves are constantly getting the best of me no matter how hard I try to stop myself. I wish I had told Madge to come right after school. I could have just lied to my mother when she asked why. I've told her a good amount of lies already.

"Katniss?" Speak of the devil. My mother pushes open my door just enough so that she can walk in. "Can I come in?"

"Well if I said no, you would still come in anyway. Wouldn't you?"

"Katniss, please don't be like that." She sighs as she takes a few more steps. "I'm not doing this to hurt you-"

"I know that's not your intention, but you are." I pick up my independent reading novel and look down at it. "I thought you should know that."

"Why can't we do this?" I try to ignore her, but she takes the book out of my hands. "Why can't we talk about this?"

"I could ask you the same question," I snap.

Before she has chance to respond, I hear a crash downstairs which probably means that Haymitch dropped his wine glass. It is immediately followed by Effie yelling: "Genny, where do you keep your broom?" She closes her eyes and sighs before looking at me again.

"This conversation isn't over."

"Never really started," I mutter. "Did it?"

She pretends that she didn't hear me as she walks out the door and goes downstairs to clean up the mess. I lay down on my bed and roll over onto my side so I can look out the window next to my bed. The only things I hear are the television and Effie's high pitched voice. The only thing I see is the grey storm clouds outside. There's not really anything to relax me here, so I close my eyes for a few minutes as I try to calm down. I only open my eyes again when I hear my mother close the front door. I look out my window and see that she is leaving for work. That means that Madge should be here soon. I sit up and hug my knees for a few minutes before I finally gather the strength to push myself off of my bed. The walk to my dresser seems to take forever. Once I get there, I take out the paper bag and take a deep breath. I turn the bag upside down and let the test fall out. I am about to pick it up when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and toward my room. I grab the test and hold it behind my back as my door opens. And in walks Madge.

"Oh my god!" I let out a gasp that I didn't even know I was holding onto. "It's just you."

"Are you okay?" She walks toward me. "You look really freaked out."

"I am," I mutter. "That'll happen when a human being may or may not be growing in you. Can we please just get this over with so I can calm down a little bit?"

She nods and holds out her hand, so I give her the pregnancy test. She explains everything to me and shows me how to read the test. As soon as she has explained all the instructions, she tells me to take the test to the bathroom while she waits in my room. When I finish, I leave the test in the cabinet under the sink- so that nobody will see it- and return to my room.

"How long does it take?"

"A few minutes," she tells me. "And then-"

I spin around as I hear another crash downstairs. I hear Effie moan angrily, and I groan myself.

"Hold that thought."

She nods, as I rush downstairs to see the two arguing over the broken glass on the floor. Effie stops as soon as she notices me and fakes a smile.

"He's so clumsy sometimes!" She giggles.

"Don't be lying to them!" he grumbles. "You broke that one."

"Haymitch!"

"No, no! I'll own up to the first one, but you can't keep blaming everything on the drunk!"

"Oh my god," I mumble to myself. "Do they ever shut up?"

They continue to argue as I stomp to the kitchen and grab the broom and dustpan. And even as I walk back into the dining room and clean up the mess. I storm into the kitchen, grab two glasses, hand one to each of them and wait. Effie thanks me for being so polite, and Haymitch grumbles something that sounds like "problem solved" before returning to the television. It takes a few minutes to get Effie to relax again, but I manage to. As I walk up to my room, I realize that maybe I could be a good mother if I can handle those two.

"Okay, Madge." I throw open the bathroom door and find her sitting on the rug in front of the sink. "What do we do now?" I look at her and realize that she has a very strange look on her face. "What's wrong?"

"Katniss..."

"Madge." I try to fake a smile but fail. "Stop looking at me like that. You're freaking me out."

"Do you want to know the result?" she finally asks.

I swallow dryly and nod my head as I sit down in front of her. She glances at me one more time before looking at the test. She tells me the result and looks at me, waiting for my reaction.

Results in the next chapter ;) Please review to tell me what you think - I love hearing your opinion!