Author's note: Hellooooo my dear babes! Thank you for all the reviews. I just had to say this but I'm not so sure if I'll be able to update for maybe a week? My cousins are coming over. I haven't seen them for 2 years maybe? I can't tell. My childhood cray cray of a family are coming over! Hooray but I'm not so sure if I'll be to update. I wanted to do my best for this one. I kind of left the last chapter hung on air. I was so tired that day that I had to stop. I couldn't think clearly and the ideas thought that day weren't included in the last because I forgot to add it.

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Disclaimer: HUHUHU! I couldn't be smart enough to think of The Hunger Games so here I am. Unknown to Josh Hutcherson, maybe forever. Anyways, The most awesome character writer, Suzanne Collins, owns The Hunger Games.

Chapter 6: DAMN YOU BIOLOGY-Part 2

Peeta's POV:

I told her I needed water. I needed to distract her. I was growing a bit too hard when she got close. I'm surprised she didn't even notice a thing. Well, yes, she did notice I felt my tongue so dry all of a sudden but she didn't even glance at my lower body. I don't think she even thinks that way. She's not like other girls who would probably die to make out with me just like Finnick. She's unique, pure…

Right! She maybe even had made love to Finnick already. The first time I saw her laying on his bed, in his clothes, her hair in a messy braid from probably what they did in the night before, she looked like an angel. I was awestruck and I probably had the goofiest face on that time. I was lucky that she couldn't exactly see my face. I was beet red at how I was positioned on her. I was over her. My legs were in between her hips. My manhood was also hardening on her but there's this girl that I've been looking for.

When I heard her sing, I knew I was a goner. I just can't seem to find her. After listening to her sing, I didn't have it in me to move from my place. But I didn't get to catch her when I entered the room. I stopped dead in my tracks, on my way to the music room. Maybe a good two or three yards away and from there her voice came out clear. I was late and damn I wished I got to see the girl holding the most beautiful voice, I've ever heard. Even better than Taylor Swift. I was awestruck and I didn't have the chance to enter the room in time. Everyone was already seated. I was a cheat. I'm dating Glimmer and a cheat.

I don't realize that I'm still in Katniss' room until she brings me out of my thoughts. She's talking on her phone, in another language, real fast but nodding her head more. I think she's talking in French. She's standing at the other corner of her room, her back facing me. She looks back at me over her shoulder as if she has eyes in back of her head. She raises her index finger, signaling she'll need a minute or so. I give her a curt nod. She says a goodbye and hangs up. She gestures for me to come forward and I follow her the way to the kitchen. She grabs me a glass of water and someone comes barging in. A blonde girl and blue eyes I recognized her as her little sister from the photo earlier. She runs over to her and hugs her. She pulls away from her sister and raises her eyebrows at me.

"Who is he?" she spits. I'm taken aback at how she says those words. I didn't expect this from a little girl as cute as her, knowing how her room looks like. I thought she would be sweet. Now I do know she is Katniss' sister.

I walk towards her and offer my hand for her to shake it. "Peeta, Peeta Mellark. I'm Katniss' biology partner."

She slowly takes my hand and smiles, evilly. "Primrose Everdeen."

Katniss' pulls her away from me and tells me they'll be right back.

KATNISS' POV

"Did you have fun at Rue's house?" I ask her. I was shocked at how she asked Peeta in such a low hiss who he was. What has California done to my baby sister? But from the look of Peeta's mortified face it was priceless. I had to bite my inner cheeks to keep me from laughing at him.

I told Prim that he was the one who attacked me on such morning and she was furious. She instantly disliked him. When I pointed her out to him this morning, she turned blood red and I thought she looked like Tinker Bell. Like I said, we don't keep secrets from each other.

"We got to play with Thresh tea." she says in her now normal peppy voice. I smile, imagining Thresh trying to fit into those tiny chairs, sipping tea out of a tiny teacup, his pinky pointing up.

"You busy?"

"No. Why Kat?"

"Great! Come with me! I've been waiting for you to finally get home." I say, pulling her towards the bathroom in the first floor. I quickly remove my sweatpants and shirt in front of her.

"I had a hard time removing it. I also tried taking it off in the locker room. Luckily, I brought that spring jacket Delly insisted on buying." I explain to her. She laughs at the cheerleading uniform I still have on. I started cursing earlier in the bathroom and the locker room just trying to remove it.

Another thing I hate about the uniform that it was a one piece suit and was zipped from near my butt to my neck. I'm glad that this is the outfit that they gave me though. I didn't like the other girls' uniform. Their own was a two piece with their stomachs popping out and their chest left to be covered, well barely. Theirs cleavages were showing. Their skorts, what Annie likes to call it, were probably only covering their bottoms. I don't even know how will I be able to wear this one every practice and game if Annie won't be there.

Prim unzips the uniform out of me and I kick it to the side. I happily put my sweat pants and shirt back on. I'm glad those evil clothes are off of me.

See? To Prim, nudity isn't a problem. She's used to seeing people naked. Ever since we moved to a new place she'd always join in Red Cross. She's always wanted to help out people and become a doctor just like our mom. On times me or grandpa get sick, she's always there taking care of us. She always knows what to do while I do the immature thing and run out of the house as far away as I can and shoot arrows. I can't even handle the slightest cough.

"How is Delly anyways?" Prim asks me. "I missed her."

Delly and Prim were the ones who got along well. I was more of the third party. I didn't like to talk much and they talked about girl stuff a lot. I couldn't relate at all and before we even moved to France, Prim already knew how to speak a little French. Delly was the only girl I conversed with because she knew how to talk in English that I understood. I was forced to learn French and now I still use it especially when I'm pissed.

I had no problem with Delly. She was talkative but she always took my side and she kept Prim company. I didn't mind being alone. If I was an outcast, I would accept it. There was this one guy that I thought was interested in me. I didn't know that he just wanted to get with me until one night I agreed to go out on a date with him. My very first date, I spent it with him.

I lost my most prized possession I can never take back that night, my virginity. I lost my damn virginity to a person I barely knew at the age of 14. The only secret I haven't revealed to grandpa yet and worse, Prim.

His name was Peter Mhell Arch. He was the sweetest guy ever. He was blonde. He had a dimple on his left cheek every time he would smile. He wasn't as built as Finnick. He was medium stock built. He always made me smile and the silly girl that I am just had to live in a fantasy world where love does exist.

He swooned me. A guy like him was too good to be true. The next morning he was gone, I was left alone in bed. I found out from Delly that they also had sex. The same damn night. I couldn't begrudge Delly for not knowing. She confided in me what to do because they had a date again that evening. I was being two-timed with my friend and I was chosen over a blonde.

That day, me and Delly broke up with him. He was humiliated in front of everyone when he sang Delly a song-Don't Go Breaking My Heart. He was a no good damn bastard. But that wasn't good enough for me, I didn't just humiliate him once but I also made him lose his first job. Yes, it was an evil thing to do. But what the fuck? I am not making him work for my grandpa as his assistant. He actually used me to get a job. His reason was "Business is business. It doesn't matter how dirty it gets."

I screwed up his internship. I knew grandpa always requested black coffee in the morning or else he'd be grumpy. I just needed the perfect timing when he wasn't looking. I swapped the coffee machine with an old beat upped one and it got electrocuted. Everything was just a mess. It caused the whole building to go black.

"Katniss?" Prim brings me out of my thoughts. How many times do I have to zone out in a week?

"Oh yeah! Delly is doing fine. She's coming over for a holiday." I reply to her earlier question.

I remember the whole conversation we had just a while ago. Delly is a very spontaneous and superstitious person. She made plans for the weekend to come over. She's always wanted to come to America and now that I'm here in California, she decided to stay at my place. She told me that she just booked a ticket and the earliest she could get was on Saturday. She was planning today but they just sold the tickets at the last minute. Her allowance got cut off by a grand for partying too much and she said it was cheaper to just stay over at my place in the guest room.

I couldn't say no to her. She was all excited and she showed me around France so I had to repay the debt.

I exit the bathroom first and Prim follows suite. Peeta and I still have to finish our project and we aren't half way through.

BABY PEETA IN DIAPERS

"Ugh! I quit! I don't want to study anymore." I whine. We've been studying for 2 hours straight already and it is 8 already. Damn you, Biology!

"Look, we can probably continue this tomorrow again or something?" he suggests. Don't you understand how nice I've been trying to act? It's hard enough staying in the same room with you. I have to even force myself not to strangle you.

"Great. How about you finish the rest of the project at your house since all you've been doing is sitting in my bed getting comfortable? How about that?" I snap. He has been doing nothing but staring at me with this weird look on his face. I didn't get him at all. I was shocked because today he seemed formal, not rude. He kept this ridicules smirk on his face that I would enjoy slapping it off.

I guess he's being polite is because I own the house and Prim is around. He nods his head not protesting to what I said and I don't think he's as useless as I thought he'd be.

"You better have it done by Friday. If not, don't be sorry if you end up in a hospital bed." I threaten. I send him one of my wicked grins letting him know I'm not joking. I can visibly see him swallowing and he nods his head slowly.

"Will do ma'am. You'll expect it done and on our table at 1600." He reassures.

He soon leaves after without eating dinner at my place.

Author's note: Eh! That's all I could think of at the moment. I'm sorry. I know it's pretty short for my liking. I decided to reveal the other stuff on the next chapter. I'm sorry if this is pretty late. There's a damn typhoon and lots of brown outs occurring and stuff. Review? Thank you, sweetheart.