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Katniss POV

I stared at my camera, one of the few joys I let myself have. It was in pieces, and my angel had a part to play in that. It wasn't his fault, really, he didn't mean to, but why did it have to be him?

Gale had tried to fix it, but you can't glue glass together and expect it to look and work as before. He promised he would try to find a way that I would have a camera. But neither one of us could afford one. He said that he'd take extra shifts at the factory to help pay for it, but I told him no. He worked enough already.

So I put it in a box and shoved it under my bed and headed to school.

"You will need to start filling out forms for college applications and scholarships." My first hour teacher, Mr. Cinna, or Cinna, as he told us to call him, said. He began passing out the stacks. College. I guess it wouldn't hurt to fill it out.

I grabbed a pen and started to read over the paperwork he gave us. I was about to write me name, until the amount one semester would cost. There was no way that I could afford to go to school! I had Prim to think of. She was the one with the dream, she was the one that would go to school and become a doctor.

I turned my attention to Peeta, he not once looked at me, I could barely make out a bruise under his left eye. I wonder why his mother beat him this time. And what with? I should be mad at him, for killing my camera. But really it isn't his fault. So I just stare at the back of his head, thinking of how he would make a great looking model.

I guess he either felt me intense stare on the back of his head or, he just had to turn, but when his blue eyes hit mine, they darted away faster than a speeding bullet and his face turned a shade of pink.

At lunch, Madge, my only other friend, besides Gale, asked me when I was going to take her pictures. She had a major crush on some guy, she wouldn't tell me who, she was too embarrassed at what I would think. I could have told her my guess, which was Gale. She always asked about him and wanted to know everything about him. It was kind of gross.

"My camera is broke." I said, just as Peeta started to walk over to our table, something he never did. Before Madge could comment on what I said, Peeta sat his lunch try next to mine and set down.

I just looked at him, I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging slightly open, because Madge was making a weird face at me and hitting her chin. So I swallowed, "Um, hi Peeta." I was the first one to speak, he was just sitting there, looking at me, with puppy dog eyes. And again I wanted to have me camera and take some pictures of him looking like that.

"I'm really sorry for what I did to your camera." He cleared his throat. "I wasn't paying any attention, I was actually thinking about you, when we ran into each other." He smiled briefly.

"It's fine, it was an accident, and I wasn't paying any attention either." He was thinking of me? That was kind of weird, why would he, Peeta Mellark, the angel of the town, be thinking of me? The girl from the Seam?

Madge was still staring at Peeta, like it was so weird that anyone other than us were allowed to sit at our table. We never had to worry about it, Madge was the Mayor's daughter and really rich and nobody wanted to have anything to do with her. Me, on the other hand was a loner and super poor, nobody wanted to hang around me, because I was not a very talkative or nice person.

"Were you able to fix it?" he asked, pushing food around on his plate. I looked at his green shirt, he was really good looking, and this color only made him look better.

"Um, no. It can't be fixed."

He closed his eyes and sighed, "I am sorry." He sounded defeated. "Let me make it up to you?" he asked, his intense blue eyes staring into mine. I blinked, hoping he couldn't read what I'm sure was written there.

"You don't have to, its fine really." As soon as I said it, I could tell it was a waste of breath. He was shaking his head no, "No, I really feel bad. I know how much it meant to you."

How did he know? I secretly wanted to ask. The bell signaling class was about to start, buzzed, and he was out of the lunch room before I could say anything else.

Peeta's POV

"Can I take a few more shifts this week?" I asked my dad when I got to the bakery.

I could tell he wasn't shocked when I asked this. "Sure, son, Mace, wasn't going to work his anyways." I don't know why they continue to schedule my oldest brother, all he ever does is sleeps and eats.

"Thanks. Do we have any orders to fill, or can I work on something?" it was the afternoon, so all the baking was done in the morning. Usually all that's left is the decorating of the cakes.

"Nope, everything is done." He said with a knowing smile. I haven't told him my plan for replacing Katniss' camera, nor have I told him about my plan to get to know her better either, but dad has always had a knack for figuring out my plans.

I head over to the stack of cakes and pull out a small rectangle, this one would be perfect. I start to chop, and add and mold, frost the cake black and paint the details with silver frosting. It looks perfect! I grab the tube of hunter green frosting and write out a message. Carefully, I place it in a small bakery box, then call our young delivery boy. I gave him the address and watched as he headed to the other side of town, and then I waited.