I wake up, on the floor of the living room. I'm completely drenched in sweat and I'm crying.
"What's wrong?" Johanna asks, unpacking boxes.
"What happened before I fell asleep? In the last twenty four hours?" I ask weakly.
"You went to Jersey and shit. Why?" she asks.
"And what about Peeta?" I ask.
"He went home three hours ago." She says.
"I just had this nightmare and we were doing this, and he left. He called me and told me to send him an ambulance. He was dead when I got there. They restarted his heart and I got in the back of an ambulance." I grab my phone off the floor and text him.
Me: are you okay?
Peeta: Am I okay? Why wouldn't I be?
Me: I had this terrifying nightmare. You died. I thought it was real. They restarted your heart…I'm having issues right now.
Peeta: want me to come over?
Me: yes but don't. You need to sleep. I don't want you wasting your gas.
Peeta: okay, night, love you.
Me: love you too. Wait, are you home? You're safe, right? The gate is closed and nobody is getting in?
Peeta: I'm fine Kat
Me: okay…
"So how did I fall asleep?" I ask.
"You just did." She shrugs. I help her unpack boxes. "So…I was in your room earlier because I was putting a box down…I went to put a bag of your candy in your side table and I saw something interesting."
My hand freezes.
I have the engagement ring in my side table. I want to wear it so badly but I can't, not till everyone knows.
"What did you see?" I ask.
"A ring." She says. "Your engaged, aren't you?" she asks. I bite my lip.
"Yes…" I sigh.
"Well…THAT'S FUCKING GREAT BRAINLESS!" she gets up, pulling me to my feet and starts to dance with me. We put on the Karsadhians in the screen room because we're tired of unpacking, and halfway through the first eposiode, my phone chimes and I see that Peeta's car is at the gate. I let him in. He easily finds us in the screen room, and an immense wave of reflief passes over me to see he's perfectly fine. He lays down on the couch I'm on, and lifts me on top of him.
"Johanna knows we're engaged." I announce. He raises his eyebrows. "She found the ring."
"Oh…" he trails off. "Well I'm good, as you can see, so I'll just…" he stands up. He slowly walks for the door. "Just go…" he looks back at me innocently.
"Stop being a dick and come back here." I say.
…..1…..
Today starts off even worse than the day I got thrown in jail. I scramble all over the place, unpacking rooms. It takes three hours, and then I'm off to the store to get a ton of stuff. I need more food now and I haven't wrapped any gifts.
And of course, Prim calls me as I scramble around the store.
"If you tell me your busy I'm going to be pissed. Mom is coming for Christmas."
"Hell no she's not." I reply.
"Katniss, she went to rehab and got back together with dad. She seems to care and she kisses me goodnight, tells me she loves me and always makes sure I'm okay and asks me if I'm hungry and she does motherly things. She's so excited for tomorrow. Katniss, please give her a chance?" she begs.
I'm so thankful I've got Peeta with me.
"Prim-"
"Please Katniss? She's like a mother! She's like Hazelle! She cares Katniss! She gave all that money she made you pay to a charity and has been helping out at the soup kitchen and she has been Christmas shopping! She doesn't remember anything about you since you were eighteen! Dad and I had to fill her in! Please, she's like a Mommy." Prim begs me.
"Alright…" I sigh.
"Okay, bye." She hangs up.
Peeta and I finish grocery shopping and we stop by both houses and load up the house and then we finish all the rest of the shopping and head home. It's eight at night.
He goes home right away because he needs to be there in the morning. Johanna helps me wrap the gifts and I get to keep the ring on because she knows. Johanna and I are both on the phone, conforming which address all the people are to go to. We all have the rooms set up and everything. The elevator is up and working, the wine cellar is ready to be used. The whole lot is ready. Johanna and I go to bed after wrapping all the gifts.
….s….
My alarm goes off at seven thirty and right when I'm out of the shower, pull on my pushup bra, a soft orange ruffled loose tank top, white skinny jeans, wedges, curl my hair, soft orange wedges, a necklace and switch the engagement ring to my right hand. It's innocent on that hand and doesn't really mean anything.
"Katniss we don't have dish soap and we don't have that stuff for the dishwasher. Oh, and we don't have laundry detergent." Johanna says.
"Crap, alright…I'll be back." I roll on deodorant, spray on my sweet pea perfume and rush out of the house. I speed a little bit more than I should be and quickly get last minute things I need and check out and rush home. I park my car in the garage and hurry out of the car and into the garage door, through the grand ballroom, through the theater and the spa and down to the kitchen where Johanna and I tie up last minute knots. My phone starts ringing. It's Dad.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Um…I think we've got the wrong house…this is a really, really, really rich neighborhood and we're in front of this giant mansion covered in Christmas lights and a fountain in the driveway…" he trails off.
"Hang on just a sec Dad." I light up the Christmas tree and lock my bedroom door and pocket the key and look out the window in the hallway. There are a lot of cars. They're driving past as if they have the wrong house. I laugh loudly. "You're at the right place, Dad." I reply. "I'll see you in a second." I hang up and open the gate and click keep open and go downstairs, laughing.
"They all think they have the wrong house, Johanna!" I laugh.
"That means we did good, Everdeen!" we high five. "You sure you want to risk wearing that?" she nods at the ring. I shrug.
"Peeta said it's alright, and I hate not wearing it." I reply. "Did you lock your door?" I ask..
"Oh, wait, yeah I did." She says. The doorbell rings.
"Ready for this?" I ask. She nods.
"Get ready for the next two weeks of pure crazy hell," she grins. I open the front door. Prim is in front, and her jaw is half open.
"My god," she mutters. "Did you rob a bank?"
"Nope," I grin and she hugs me.
"Wow…" she slowly steps into the house, looking around in wonder. She looks at the chandelier. Dad looks mpore surprised than Prim.
"How can you afford this?" he asks. I just laugh.
"Easily," I reply. He hugs me and continues to look around. Mom looks proud of me.
"Oh, look at you. You're beautiful," she says. She hugs me. "How are you, honey?" she asks.
"I'm good, you?" I ask, shocked to see she's a completely different person.
"I'm wonderful." She says, looking around. Finnick's family look shocked as they walk inside. I have everyone but Aiden's family and the Mellark's, because I have the most room. I made sure everyone got a flight with their car coming with them.
The Hawthorns' though, look so surprised, like they're about to pass out.
They look scared to come inside, and I look at Johanna, who is biting her hand, trying not to laugh her ass off. I look behind me and press the button on the wall the closes the gate.
"What…" Prim looks surprised. "What's this do?"
There's a whole panel of buttons on the wall. Johanna and I are too scared to press them. She presses a random button and I hear a click from somewhere. I look to Johanna with raised eyebrows.
"Um…We don't know…we don't press the buttons…we don't know all the stuff that happens…" I shrug. After a while, we manage to get the Hawthornes to step into the house. We release the front doors and they click shut.
"What about this?" Prim presses another button and all the lights shut off. 'Security mode activated.' a random voice says out of nowhere.
"Security mode? What's that?" Johanna asks.
"No clue…" She pulls open the front door and an alarm blares and blades come out of the wall between the two doors, so anyone who walks into the house gets killed. The alarm isn't shutting off, even when you press the button.
"What do we do?" Johanna shouts over the noise.
"Hold on!" I run past everyone upstairs to my room and unlock the door. There is a security panel right behind my bookshelf. I push it out of the way and insert the code. We came up with it, Johanna and I. It's 52556
Which is KatJo in number form. I press 'alarm off' and the house goes silent. The lights turn back on and I cover the panel with my bookshelf and go back downstairs.
"What about this?" Prim presses another button.
"I don't know. Let's not experiment with the buttons." I say. There is a panel in the master bedroom, too, which Johann willingly let me have because she said she's going to move out one day and it's going to be for me and Peeta.
"Where'd you get this?" Prim asks skeptically, grabbing my right hand. My parents gasp, but I just laugh.
"I found it. It's not an engagement ring. Now, do you guys want the tour?" I ask.
"Sure," Prim looks excited.
"Okay…obviously this is the entrance. Through that door is my office." I push open the double doors right next to the stairs and reveal my office. "We'll go upstairs after." I say. "This is the living room, and the kitchen is through there. The library is over here. I open the door under the stairs and walk through it.
"What's that?" Prim nods at another door.
"Another door to my office." I reply. I walk back into the living room and across to the huge double doors. "This is the grand ballroom." I push open the doors and everyone's jaws drop. I lead them into the kitchen.
"What's that?" Finnick's mom asks, looking at a door by the fridge.
"That's just the pantry." I reply as I walk into the wine cellar. "This is the wine cellar. You better take complete advantage of that, you guys. This is what got me arrested."
"You got arrested?" Mom asks.
"Yes, but I didn't do anything. I'll explain after the tour." I reply. I show then all the bathrooms and everything downstairs and the dining room.
"Grandma can't go upstairs." Dad reminds me. My grandma has hip problems so she can't walk up the stairs.
"Oh, that's alright." I walk to the doors I forgot about and reveal the elevator. "Elevator." I smile.
"Unbelievable," Prim mutters. People that don't like the stairs or don't want to use the stairs go to the second floor and the rest of us take the stairs. "That's the spa. It can fit twelve people," I open the door to the spa, and the girls start to flip. "Yes there's a steam room and everything works." I smile.
"What's in there?" Prim asks.
"A room." I open the door and show it to everyone. "Claim it if you like. We have ten rooms in this house. Thirteen bathrooms and eight half bathrooms, each room has its own bathroom. "This is the movie theater," I open the door. "It fits sixty people and is larger than some theaters." I show them the pointless little things on the second floor and we move to the third.
"That's my room, and then Johanna's room is right there, there's the game room and the rest is bedrooms.
"Okay, and places off limits?" Someone I don't know asks. I don't know most of these people but I'm going to be respectful anyways.
"Yes, my room and Johanna's room." I reply.
"The master bedroom must be the best room in the entire house though." Prim grumbles.
"It's not." Johanna says. "There really isn't a best room." she shrugs.
"Alright, you guys can go do what you please," I say. People scurry off. "Help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge!" I add. I slip into my bedroom and make the mistake of leaving the door open a crack. Prim follows me.
"This is awesome!" she closes the door behind her. She walks into the bathroom and looks amazed.
She wanders off eventaually.
My phone rings. "hello?" I ask.
"Hey, everyone'e settled. Do you want us to come over now?" he asks.
"Just give me a second, okay?" I ask.
"Alright." He says. I go downstairs and see everyone settled, clearly having already chosen their rooms. "Yeah, come on."
"Okay," he replies.
A half hour later, everyone is here. After I'm sucked into the Mellark's obsession over how I'm so stunning and beautiful and how Peeta and I better get married and how our babies are going to be adorable. "Excuse me, I'll be right back," I get up and go upstairs because I left my phone.
I go back downstairs.
"Katniss are you going to tell us how you got arrested now?" Mama asks.
I go into the full explanation of what happened.
Peeta grabs me by the hips and pulls me down to his lap, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"I don't see why you won't press the buttons. You live here. Go crazy." Haymitch says.
"That's what I've been telling them but nobody listens to me." Peeta grumbles.
"Hey! I listen to you." I voice.
"Sometimes." Peeta laughs.
"Fine. Let's go explore the buttons." I get up and walk over to the panel and press the first button. The chandelier above me starts to shake violently. Peeta walks up behind me and we watch. People join us, Johanna too. The ceiling sucks in and takes the chandelier and puts out another one. "Awesome." I grin. I press the button again and it puts out another and I keep pressing unil the first one is back. "Can you get me a sharpie please?" I ask Peeta.
"Alright," he says. "Only because you said please. He gets the sharpie and I write chandelier on the button. I write safe mode on the one from earlier.
"What that do?" He presses the button. 'Safe mode activated' everything shuts off.
"Safe mode my ass." Rye rips open the front door and takes a step forward but I jerk him back as the blades come out and the alarm starts up. Peeta presses another button and the panel that's in my bedroom pops out of the spot right next to me. I enter the code because it's built so nobody but me can see it. I label the button he just pressed as panel. I press another button and the front door opens. I label it was door. He presses a button and the wall shutters and slides down, revealing another wall. We all stare silently at the trapdoor that's in the wall. All the kids are too young to go in there, Prim is too tall, Johanna is too tall too.
But of course, I'm the perfect size. I pull open the door and use my phone and get the flashlight app on.
"No." Peeta pulls me back and lifts the wall back up.
"Yes." I press the button again and climb in the trapdoor. It's narrow and I have room to stand up. There is a ladder in front of me.
"Katniss, please-" Peeta begins desperately.
"I won't do anything Peeta." I reply as I club up the ladder. It's way high up. It's gets narrower and narrower.
"Katniss," he's watching me.
"What? Are you glad I'm not wearing a dress?" I ask innocently. He laughs. My boobs are squished. The ladder comes to a stop and I see a trapdoor in the ceiling. I push it and see it slides, so I slide it.
"What do you see?" Peeta calls.
I look around.
"I'm under a bed- I'm in my bedroom!"
"Really?" He asks.
"Yes!" I exclaim.
I'm not getting down and I can't climb out.
"Cool, now come down." He says.
"I'm stuck." I admit.
"What do you mean your stuck?" He demands.
"My boobs are way too big for this and," I shift around a lot. "They got me stuck."
"Your door is locked. To your bedroom." Johanna calls. "Where's the key?"
"In my pocket." I reply. I got my arms stuck, too.
I move around a whole lot and manage to unstick myself and go soaring down before I can grab the ladder, I've fallen three floors and landed on my ass.
And it hurt. A lot. Peeta pulls me out and brushes me off.
"I'm going to go upstairs for just a second." I walk past, trying not to panic from the fact that I can hardly walk.
I'm so jumpy and nervous because I want to be good at doing this thing of entertaining and we're announcing the engagement later and I'm nervous. I lay down on my bed and cover my face with the pillow. Peeta comes wandering in after a few minutes and shuts the door behind him. He sits down next to me and rests his hand gently on my stomach. "You hurt yourself, didn't you?" He whispers.
"Yes." I admit. He sighs.
"Dammit Katniss, I told you-"
"I know what you told me! I'm sorry, okay? You know how I am. I like to explore."
"It's fine Katniss. Please don't go doing that stuff again...my fiancé." He begs.
"I won't." I whisper with a soft smile at the fact that he called me his fiancé.
We gaze at each other for a very long time and I don't want to blink because I love him so much and his eyes are like heaven to me. Our breathing is in sync. Our chests are going up and down at the same time, I notice. "I want to kiss you." He whispers. "But I can't." He says glumly.
"You can kiss me whenever you want to." I whisper.
"I know...but we kind of have almost three hundred people downstairs waiting for us to entertain them." He laughs. I hear something shatter downstairs and then everyone goes dead silent. I get up and rush downstairs. Johanna is standing there with a look of shock and pure worry on her face. I freeze in place and my heart nearly stops.
The vase that my great grandma gave me, that's been in my family for decades is shattered on the floor.
My Grandma looks like she's about to pass out. Great Grandma gave it to me before she died and told me to pass it on to my children. I took such good care of that vase.
And now it's broken. Shattered.
It's never going to be fixed.
I should have fucking put it away! Peeta places his hand on my arm.
"I told you that you should have given it to me to take care of!" Grandma shouts at me before taking the elevator upstairs.
PEETA'S POV
Oh my god. That vase has been in Katniss's family for decades.
"I-I-I need a minute!" She gasps, running out of sight. I hear her bedroom door slam.
I almost run after her, but I get to thinking...
I've seen worse breaks than this.
I'm going to fix it.
Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll fix the vase. I walk into the kitchen and get the broom and dustpan and I clean every bit of it up. Everybody watches me.
"Son, don't throw it away." My Dad says.
"I'm not Dad," I reply before getting a ziplock bag and dumping every single piece in it. "Katniss won't come downstairs. Just leave her alone." I know her actions and everything better than anyone, Johanna a close second. I dig my keys out of my pocket and walk out of the door, heading for the craft store. I'm being followed by paparazzi but I don't care. I hide the pieces of the vase in the glove compartment and go inside.
People practically jump to help me, and I go to the calmest person.
"I need something to glue glass so good that it looks like it never was broken." I tell her.
"Alright..." She leads me somewhere across the store to a ton of glues and hands me one. "It dries really fast and will glue your hands together if your not careful." She warns.
"Okay, thank you." She rings me up and I tip her and leave. Paparazzi follow me and I have to waist for them to move for me to leave. Thankfully, the person in front of me leaves and I drive through her space and after debating for a while, I go home to my house and lock myself in my office.
KATNISS'S POV
After three hours of crying my eyes out, I take a long bubble bath and just sit there until I'm all pruney. It must be two hours I'm in the bath. I get out and lay on my bed, naked. The doors locked. I get a season of the Kardashians and start it, wrapping myself in the fuzzy blanket Peeta left here for me. It smells like Peeta, and it soothes me.
Where is Peeta? I've locked myself up here for five hours. He would normally come check on me. I shrug and get a jolly rancher lollipop.
"Katniss?" Prim knocks on my door. "Let me in, please." She begs.
"Are you alone?" I ask.
"Yes," she says. I get up and open the door, still wrapped in my blanket and then lay back down on my bed. "Are you alright?" She demands. I shrug, because I'm not and don't want her to know. "Are you naked right now?"
"Yes." I adjust the pillows.
"Why?" She asks.
"Because I can be and I hate clothes." I reply. I sit watching the show. Prim eventually lays down next to me.
PEETAS POV
After seven hours of glue, a huge puzzle and warm water I use to unstick my hands, I finish the vase.
I wrap it carefully in stuff to keep it from breaking and put it in a box and wrap it and go back to Katniss's house.
"Where have you been?" Mom asks.
"I've been busy," I reply. I don't bother asking where Katniss is because I know she's locked herself in her bedroom right now. She probably cried for a while, took a long bath and is now wrapped naked in that fuzzy blanket I left for her, watching the Kardashians.
I walk right into her bedroom and see I was completely right, but Prim is with her.
"Where have you been?" Katniss asks suspiciously.
"I've been at work." It's not a lie, because I've been at work on the vase. Prim sighs and gets up.
"Try not to be too loud. Nudity leads to sex." She shuts the door behind her. Katniss is laying on top of the blanket and she doesn't have a single part of herself covered. I sit down next to her and hand her the present, trying to keep my jeans from getting tight.
"It's not Christmas yet." She hands it back to me.
"Please open it? It's not a Christmas present." I beg. She stands up with a loud sigh and pulls on push-up bra and a pair of white lacy panties. My jeans get tighter and tighter, and of course, she notices and she smirks. She pulls on a sea foam green shirt, black skinny jeans and a tan belt and a white scarf. She moves her hair out of the way and sits down next to me.
"Why is it wrapped in Christmas paper if it's not a Christmas present?" She shoots.
"Open it or I will." I command. She bites her lip and sighs.
"Fine." She snaps.
I watch her face closely as she rips off the paper and stares at the box. She grins.
"Thank you!" She hugs me and I laugh. "I love cardboard boxes!"
"Open the box," I laugh and she smiles and opens the box. It's wrapped in a ton of towels so she can't tell what it is.
"Towels? Rags?" She asks. She reaches inside and picks it up, pulling off all the rags and all the towels and everything. Her eyes brim with tears that threaten to spill and her lip starts to tremble. She turns it around in her hairs. It doesn't even look like it was broken. I worked so hard on it. "Peeta..." She whispers, setting it on the bedside table. She pushes everything off the bed and climbs into my lap, kissing me crazily. I melt into her and kiss her back. She pushes me so I'm laying down. She gets as far as getting my shirt off before I pull away. My jeans are suffocating tight. "You don't want me?" She demands.
"I do but we can't. Katniss there's almost three hundred people downstairs." I whisper.
"Later?" She begs. I shake my head. "Please?" I shake my head again.
"Fine, but can we still make out?"
"Alright."
KATNISS'S POV
"Don't you think maybe we should go downstairs and feed our guests?" Peeta whispers. It's eight at night and I really don't want to get out of bed.
I force myself too, and when we go downstairs, everyone's eyes are glued to the TV.
"What are you watching?" Peeta asks.
"Grammy nominations." Prim replies. She must have gone through the cabinets because she stuffs some popcorn in her mouth.
"Twitter wants you nominated." Haymitch announces.
"Me?" I ask.
"Yes."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah right, like I'll be nominated." They announce 'record of the year'.
I go into the kitchen and get a soda in a wine glass and go back into the living room.
"Best new female artist." The spokesperson announces.
"They want you nominated too, bro." Rye says. Peeta snickers.
"Yeah right." He snorts.
They say two people I don't know.
"Katniss Everdeen," people in the audience on the TV start screaming like crazy. A photo of me in a sundress in a meadow for a photo-shoot pops up. My blood runs cold and I feel like I'm going to pass out.
"Next award. Best new male artist." He reads a list of names
"Holy shit." Finnick mutters. I can't find air. I can't breathe.
We're all silent, and then Prim screams and we're all cheering and clapping. I can't think. Peeta's jaw is half open and people are taking pictures. My hand is on his arm and I must be squeezing really hard. Haymitch walks off and then comes back with wine and everyone starts getting themselves wine.
Peeta snaps back into his senses before I do.
We're running against each other. Now I'm nervous this is going to end horribly. Peeta is watching me closely. Haymitch is videoing us. Slowly, I look at him, and he's waiting for my reaction.
I don't know how to react. I'm happy I was nominated for a Grammy, but I'm mad that I'm running against him.
Then, finally it sets in, and I pass out.
PEETAS POV
I laugh at her reaction. She passed out. I lift her off the floor and lay her down on the couch. People are drinking and cheering and clapping me on the back.
I'm worried because I'm running against her. I want her to win. Haymitch still has the camera going.
"Is she sleeping?" He demands. I laugh.
"No, she's unconscious." I reply, threading my fingers through her hair. Eventually, she wakes. Our calm day turns into a party.
KATNISS'S POV
I lean against the wall with my untouched wine in my hand. Peeta is conversing with random people. I walk out of the ballroom and pour my wine down the sink. The counter is covered in dishes and the dishwasher is filled. I'm a major clean freak. I start the dishwasher and take off the engagement ring and put it on the edge by the window and start to wash dishes. I put the dish soap down and hear a soft plunk and see the ring is not where I put it. I move some soap out of the way and see a blue sparkle disappear down the drain.
"Shit!" I shut off the water, dry off my hands and rush into the ballroom. It's so big and there's so many people that I have to walk around for twenty minutes.
Finally, I spot him, talking with his parents. I run my hand up and down his arm. I stand up on tiptoe from behind and whisper 'the ring just fell down the drain' in his ear. He turns around and searches my eyes for a long time to see if I'm joking.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Mellark asks.
"Nothing. Excuse us." He smiles and grabs my arm, pulling me away. I pull him into the kitchen. "How the hell did it get down the drain!" He whisper shouts.
"I was washing dishes and I set it right here-" I tap the spot I had the ring right in front of the sink. "-And then I put down the dish soap and see it wasn't there. I moved some bubbles and saw a blue sparkle and then it disappeared down the drain!" I whisper shout back.
"Fuck Katniss," he says under his breath. We both peer down the drain and don't see it.
I get the flashlight from under the cabinet and shine it down. We peer down again and don't see it.
"Dammit, I hope to god it didn't go down into the sewer or wherever these damn things lead!" I exclaim. We open up the cabinet and stare at the pipes. We fiddle with it and loosen it and accidentally break it. The pipe creaks and shutters and then water shoots out and nails both of us. We start shouting, looking all over for the ring, both of us soaked. My shirt is completely see-through and so is his. My black bra doesn't help.
"I think I just saw it!" He shouts, pointing behind him. Water is flooding the kitchen and we're screaming. I see the ring in the corner and I snatch it and put it on. "Towels! We need towels!" He shouts. I open the cabinet and grab a ton of towels and wrap the pipe. Water drenches the towels and continues to flood. Mr. Mellark comes wandering into the kitchen and his jaw drops.
"Where did it go?" Peeta shouts. It's not in my hand again. Mr. Mellark runs off and we scramble around the kitchen, looking for the room.
"There-it went under the fridge!" I scream.
"Oh my god!" Mom puts her hand over her heart in shock. We both shoot across the floor and shine the flashlight under the fridge.
"Dammit!" Peeta pulls the fridge and the ring drags along with it.
"Stop! What the hell happened!"
"The engagement ring fell down the drain!" I shout at her.
"What engagement ring?" Mrs. Mellark asks.
Oops. I look at Peeta and shrug.
"Oh yeah, Katniss and I are engaged." Peeta says. He tugs the fridge again.
"Stop it dammit! It's stuck!"
"What! How the hell do you expect to get it out now?" he demands.
"Wait, that ring you were wearing isn't a ring you found?" Prim asks.
"No!" I snap at her.
"Hello! We're flooding the damn house here!" Johanna shouts. Dad and Mr. Mellark fix the pipe but Peeta and I hardly notice.
"Do you know how expensive that ring was?" Peeta snaps at me.
"No! It's not like I did it on purpose!" I snap back. He sighs sharply.
"You better hope to god it's not broken." He snaps. I glare at him.
It's not my fault. I didn't purposely drop the damn ring down the drain.
"You better hope to god…never mind." I force myself to silence. I was going to tell him he better hope to god he shuts his mouth before I slap him.
"Oh no, do tell. What were you going to say?" he demands.
"Nothing, I'm not telling you." I snap.
"Why? It must be really bad if you won't tell me." he says.
"Oh, it is. I promise." I reply smartly.
"Well it's about me. You should tell me."
"I'm not telling you!" I snap at him.
"Well that's wrong." He says.
"Whatever," I snap. I get the broom and get the ring out and pick it up.
"Rude much," he mutters under his breath. "You can be a real bitch sometimes, you know that?" he grumbles, only audible for me to hear.
Rejection and pain shoots through my heart. I drop the ring in front of him.
"Well I'm sorry you feel that way. You can leave forever and never see me again, if you want. I know you want to." I throw the broom on the floor and storm off upstairs.
I make sure he hears the door slam, and I make sure he hears me scream in frustration.
Yes everything with the accident was a dream.