I can hear everyone whispering when I open the door a crack.
"Peeta, I really think you should go and check on her." Mrs. Mellark insists.
"Mom, I'm telling you right now she's fine." Peeta insists. He's right. I am fine.
"Go check on her. Now." Mr. Mellark orders.
"Dad, she's-"
"Now." He says loudly.
"Alright but she's fine. And I'm twenty, Dad. You technically can't tell me what to do."
"I can tell you what to do. You just don't have to listen to me." He replies. It's nine at night right now and I'm tired. Peeta comes into my office and grabs my wrist. I start protesting as he pulls me upstairs, and when we reach the second floor landing I sit down on the floor. His eyes are dark and but picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and brings me into my room and shuts the door, dropping me on the bed.
"You have promise to keep." He says.

I wake up in the morning, naked, laying on my stomach. I pull on a bra and panties. I look around my messy room for a while and find one of Peeta's shirt. I pull it on and sigh, because it smells just like him and then brush my teeth. Peeta probably isn't here because he went home after we slept for two hours.
I'm surprised to find him downstairs. He looks pissed off beyond belief.
Johanna has her arms crossed and he's glaring at her. I look between the two of them and frown. "What's wrong?" I ask. His eyes are pitch black with pure fury. Silently, he hands me his phone. I unlock it and my jaw goes slack. There's a picture of us last night, when we were having sex. You can see the entire side of my breast, and we're making out. The blankets are covering us.
But it's not just a picture. This is on twitter, on Johanna's account. All she said was 'fake my ass'
"Oh my god," I whisper.
"I know! She doesn't even care!" Peeta's really angry.
"Have you lost your damn mind!" I shout at her. She doesn't care. It's clear she doesn't.
"I posted a video too." She says cooly.
"First of all, what the fuck were you doing in my room last night when Peeta and I were having sex? Second, who the hell do you think you are taking pictures and videos!"
"I was saving your damn ass!" She shouts.
"My ass! What the hell are you talking about! I can handle myself!"
"No you can't! If you could handle yourself you wouldn't go and hide in your room until your about to die from dehydration and starvation! You can't take care of yourself!"
I punch her in the face. "Katniss," Dad warns. She punches me back and I shove her. And then we're fighting. Haymitch goes to step in but Peeta puts a hand up.
"Let them fight. Clearly it's putting a huge weight on both of their shoulders."
"Give me your damn phone, asshole!" I snarl.
"No!" She punches me and I punch her back and blood starts gushing from her nose and then she punches me and busts my lip. I've got her pinned now, and she's thrashing around underneath me. I raise my fist and she just stares at me. "Go ahead. Do it." She snarls. I get her phone from her bra.
"I'm deleting the picture and video." I snap.
"Go ahead! More than two million people have already seen it! It's all over the place! Go ahead and delete it! It's just going to show how week you are!"
"Weak? Bitch, your the one pinned to the floor!" I snap, sending her phone flying across the floor.
"So? Mentally, your weak!" She snarls. I start beating the hell out of her face, and after a moment, Peeta rips me off of her.
"Stop!" He says as I thrash around. "Stop it!" His arms are painfully tight on my arms, and forces me to stop. I thrash a little more, and he gets even tighter.
It really hurts. Enough to probably bruise. "Your hurting me," I say. His grip lessens to almost nothing. Johanna stand up and retrieves her cell phone.
"I'm not deleting shit." Then she storms off upstairs.
"Look who's running away now!" I shout after her.
"FUCK YOU!" She shouts before her door slams.
Peeta opens his mouth to say something, but I step out of his grip. "Don't you dare tell me to apologize!" I go back into my office and slam the door.

...9...

"Sweetheart are you still going to do the song today?" Haymitch shouts from the living room. I ignore him and continue reading my book.
No. I don't even care anymore. I'm in my blue egg chair and have my feet propped on the desk.
"Katniss!" Haymitch shouts. I continue to ignore him. I'm reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban. My back is to the door and the door is locked. I'm wearing a long sleeve shirt because my arms are bruised from Peeta. If he sees he's going to freak out. "Katniss Joy! Don't ignore me!" Haymitch scream. I laugh dryly and flip the page.
"Why don't you try getting off your ass and coming here?" I mutter under my breath.
"Katniss! Come here!" Peeta calls. I ignore him, too. I'm not getting up. I'm in my period and have no tolerance for anyone.
"Katniss Joy Everdeen!" Haymitch shouts.
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" I call. I hear the doorknob rattle.
"Baby, open the door." Peeta says softly. My insides flutter. "Please?" He begs. I grab my phone and unlock the door with the smart house thing.
"It's open," I say, speaking as if I were in front of him. I hear the door open and click shut. The lock clicks and I continue to read. He sits down on my desk and watches me silently as I read.

PEETAS POV

She's beautiful. Her face is perfectly calm, and she's nibbling at her bottom lip. Her eyes move side to side as she scans her book. Her eyes flick up to me and her face flushes and she goes back to her book, her eyes going a stormy gray. I can tell she's having dirty thoughts. She crosses her legs and clenches her thighs and begins to fidget. I watch her as she picks up her bookmark and puts it into her book. She's masking her emotions, so I can't read her expression. Then she slams her book closed and lifts her eyes to mine. "Come here, I want to tell you something." She says carefully.
"So say it." I reply.
"No. Come here." She says insistently.
"Alright," I stand up and lean close to her.
"Do you know how long...I've wanted you to fuck me senseless on a desk?" She whispers saucily in my ear.
"When everyone leaves," I begin, my pants suffocating me. "I will."