Nick Mellark
Sonya quickly sat down, her full lips formed a thin white line. She nervously played with the bottom of her t-shirt.
"What's wrong?" Anastasia asked. Damn! I was going to ask that.
"Nothing!" She said a little too fast and high-pitched. We start there in an uncomfortable silence. Anastasia kept looking at Daniel with worried eyes. Did they, did they like each other? Me and him would defiantly need to have a talk later.
"Ana? Do you think you could go into the bakery later? We need to make some more pies and cakes for later." Dad asked from the other side of the table.
She nodded. "Could I bring someone with me?"
He nodded and went back into his conversation with my mom. "Who wants to come with me?" Ana asked.
Sonya's hand shot up "I'll come with you!"
I almost frowned. What? Didn't she want to hang out with me? Did she even like me for that matter? Well, I guess I didn't ask her too.
Anastasia looked a little uneasy. Please say no! Please say no! Wait… Ana wouldn't do that, she's too nice. Could barely hurt a fly that one. "Sure."
Well then, my day was going to be completely utterly boring… unless…
"Do you want me to show you around 12?" I asked Daniel. He nodded, clearly happy he didn't have to spend his day in a hot bakery with two girls.
I looked over at Anastasia and Sonya. Both of them seemed to warm up to each other and were laughing at something. I was about to move chairs so I could sit across from Daniel until I heard a crashing sound and some yelling.
My dad was standing there, breathing heavily holding on the buffet table. The tray for the pastries was the ground, as well as sweet pastries I've been dying to try. At first, I thought it was an accident, dad almost looked fine. Until I saw his blue eyes. Which looked scared, confused and anger.
He was having one of his attacks.
Dad stared at us in disbelief. "Are you all Katniss's kids!" he chuckled lowly. "Always knew she was a whore!"
Mom swiftly got up and stared at dad. "Peeta! This isn't you! Calm down!"
He pointed to Anastasia "Whose this kid? Wonder is she even has a father." He went into her face. "Did you know your mother is a mutt?"
Anastasia lip trembled and tried to say calmly. "No, you're my father."
Dad didn't seem to listen and went over to me. "Hey! You look like me!" He looked at my face, staring into my eyes. The color seemed to make him angry and he started to shake. "Besides…. The eyes… They-they are Katniss's eyes." His breathing became slower and he collapsed onto the wooden floor.
My mom said thickly "Why don't you kids get out of here."
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Sonya Hawthorne.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Anastasia said quietly as she opened the door to the bakery. The air was hot, and it smelt like dough, cinnamon and vanilla.
I didn't want to ask this. "What… was that exactly?"
"Well… when the rebellion started, my dad was kidnapped. Do you know what trackerjackers are?"
When I nodded, she continued. "Well… they injected him with their poison, making him see and believe things that were never true. He believed, and still does when he has the attacks, at my mom is a mutt."
That is horrible, I tried to imagine what that would be like, having a father who freaked out and called your mother a mutt. My mom would occasionally get mad at dad and freak out on him, but nothing like what I saw just a few minutes ago.
Anastasia lead me behind the counter of the store. Everything was spotless, the pots and pans gleamed, and there was a whole pantry for just dry ingredients like flour and sugar. There was also a fridge with milk, cheese, butter and tons of other things.
"Do you know how to make cakes?" she asked.
I didn't want to admit it, but I had no idea how to make any type of deserts. "Uhh kind of…"
Anastasia brought out a huge stack of flour. I first I wasn't even sure she would be able to pick it up, but she grasped the flaps of it and placed it on the counter without even a grunt. She's strong I realized with a jolt. She went over to one of the many drawers and grabbed measuring cups. "Okay, can you get 1 ½ cups of flour?"
I nodded.
I made a big mistake.
I grabbed the bag of flour and tried to slowly dump it all in.
Well, let's just say it didn't turn out well.
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We finally cleaned up the flour and Anastasia made the cake. We sat there across the counter staring at each other, finally, I had the nerve to ask her "You like Daniel don't you?"
Her cheeks immediately started to flush "Is-is it that obvious?"
I shook my head "No, it isn't, I just know Danny, and he likes you."
She slightly smiled. "I think Nick likes you too."
My heart started fluttering. Was she serious? Did I like him?