Paparazzi are following us and it's really quite annoying. Peeta seems completely used to it.
"You know the whole world is freaking out right now because everyone knows we're dating, right?" he asks.
"How do they know we're dating?" I demand.
"They assume. And I'm not going to tell them they're wrong." I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out and he does the same. I lean my arms on the roof the car and he does the same. We stare at one another for a while.
"I won't either," I whisper.
"Actually, I'll go ahead and confirm it. Who cares, right?" he asks.
"Right," I smile, locking my arm and shutting the door. He shuts his door and takes my hand.
"Where to?" he asks.
"Up here." I lead him up the stairs and into my apartment. "Jo?" I call.
"You know, you really need to-well shit!" she cuts off when she sees Peeta and our linked hands. "Are you too dating?" she demands.
"Yes. Hi Johanna, long time no see." Peeta says. I shut the door with my foot.
"Sup Mellark," Johanna hugs him and he hugs her back.
"You guys know your putting yourself at risk by living here, right?" he asks. I wave him off.
"We're perfectly fine," I reply.
"No you're not. Anyone can come up here. If someone sees where you love they'll break in. I learnt that the hard way." He admits.
"Well we don't have the money to move out so we'll have to sleep with bats." I reply.
"No…you two can move in with me." he says.
"Peeta, that's fucking crazy!" Johanna exclaims.
"No it's not. I have seven rooms in my house and thirteen bathrooms. I have a complete spa with a steam room and I have my own tennis court. I have a pool, a three car garage, an awesome garden, a fireplace, fish tanks on either side of the walls, a music studio, don't even get me started on my room, a closet that's the side of your apartment, literally, a game room, a movie theater with a scenery painted by me on the wall that makes it look like your literally outside, a sky on the ceiling in the theater, a bar for when we turn twenty one, a gym, a hot tub with the pool, a basketball hoop on the tennis court, a trampoline. You guys are moving in with me. I'm not going to risk it." He says insistently.
"Shit. I'm going with or without you brainless. That sounds like fucking heaven." Johanna breaks out the boxes again and starts packing.
"Peeta, I don't know…"
"Please?" he begs. He gives me that look that he uses on me to make me do what he wants.
"Fine…" I sigh. "But only because you said please." I smile and he grins.
"Good. Let's get you two packing."
…..s…
"You really need to answer Prim. She's going to show up here if you don't." Johanna says. I wave her off.
"I'm not in the mood for her love rants about Rory and her warnings. I'm twenty and she's sixteen. I should be the one warning her."
"Oh just answer her." Peeta says.
"No! She's annoying and I don't want to!"
"Always so stubborn. Alright then, I'll answer her." He takes my phone and presses answer. I rip it from his hand and put it to my ear.
"Yes, Prim?" I ask, trying to remain calm.
"Put it on speaker," Peeta whispers. I do as he says.
"Katniss I've been calling you since two! What the hell are you doing! Why won't you answer me? Are you and Peeta really back together? Katniss, are you getting married? Are you pregnant? Is it true you have a record deal with Warner Bros? Mom think's you're doing drugs."
"What! That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard!" I say angrily.
"I knw now answer my fucking questions." She says.
"Fine. I'm packing my things, that's what I'm going. I wouldn't answer you because your irritating me, yes we're back together, no I'm not getting married, not I'm not fucking pregnant you idiot, yes I have a record deal. Anything else you want to annoy me with?"
"Yes, why are you packing your things? Are you giving up on your career already Katniss? Seriously, I told you that you weren't going to be able to—"
"Shut up! Johanna and I are moving in with Peeta. I'm not giving up."
"Oh…Rory and I had sex yesterday." She says. Johanna starts to cackle and Peeta chokes on his water through laughter.
"What! Prim, your sixteen, you shouldn't be having sex yet!"
"Oh fuck off Katniss. How old were you when you and Peeta had sex?" she asks.
I bite my lip. "That doesn't matter." I reply.
"Because you were fifteen, weren't you?" she asks.
"No!" I'm lying and she knows it. Peeta does, obviously too, and so does Johanna.
"You're still such a terrible liar. You better come home for Christmas and you better bring Peeta and Johanna with you."
"Prim, if you're going to start having sex, please use protection." I beg her.
"Katniss!" she shrieks.
"What! Mom and Dad don't give two shits about either one of us and you know it! Don't go saying they care because they don't! I'm the only person that will actually tell you what you could make happen! They don't care!" I shout at her. That's one thing that always pissed my off about my parents. Sure, they gave us a roof and food and bought us what we wanted and let us do what we wanted, but they don't actually care. They don't give us any love they just do shit for us and expect us to do shit in return.
"Yes, I promise I'll use protection." She says.
"And you better start birth control." I say.
"I don't have any money for that shit!" she snaps.
"Then I'll send you some fucking money! You're sixteen and you're not going to get pregnant yet! Mom and Dad are guaranteed to kick you out if you do!"
"Then I'll just move in with Uncle Haymitch." She says.
"Yeah fucking right, he's moving to California on Saturday!"
"Then Cinna." She says.
"He's moving too." I sigh.
"Then I'll run away and move in with you, Johanna and Peeta! They love me anyways, who doesn't, right?"
"That's so fucking stuck up, Glimmer."
"Hey! Don't call me Glimmer! I'm not a fucking bitch!" she shouts at me.
"That's a matter of opinion." I snap.
"Whatever. Katniss, I didn't use protection last night." She whispers.
I'm silent for a long time. "I cannot fucking believe you didn't use any fucking protection! You know what, I'm calling Hazelle." I snap. Hazelle is Rory's mother. I went to school with her son, Gale, and we sat together at the lunch table. She gave me a job so I have her number.
"Katniss, no! Hazelle will give me the talk and force morning after pills down my throat!"
"Your sixteen years old! You should be smart and using protection! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I don't understand why you're so angry!"
"I'm so angry because you're my little sister and there a 99.9 percent change that little sperm is flying to the fucking egg and you niece or nephew is going to be growing inside of my sixteen year old sister!"
"Okay! Please don't call Hazelle!" she begs.
"Fine. I'll just call Uncle Haymitch."
"Katniss, no-" I hang up on her, livid as I dial Haymitch.
"Hey sweetheart, good job on the record deal." He says.
"Thanks, listen. Prim and Rory had sex last night and didn't use protection and she won't do shit about it. She won't listen to me."
"I'll handle it." He hangs up.
I'm so pissed and worried and upset that I start crying, hurl my phone at the wall and run to my bedroom and lock the door.