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KPOV

School felt like it was never going to end, especially Trigonometry. By the time school was finally let out, I was dying to leave the wretched place. I sit at the willow tree in front of the school, waiting for Prim. I hear heavy footsteps, and glance at the side, seeing Peeta casually leaning on the tree next to me.

"Hi Peeta. What do you want." I mutter, looking for Prim.

"I was wondering if you wanted to work on the project for Trig sometime after school. We have a lot to do." He responds, looking at me with question.

Just then, Prim comes running out the doors, squealing my name obnoxiously loud. I turn and smile, catching her in my arms.

"Hey little duck! How was school?"

"It was good. Katniss, who's that?" She asks, peering around my side at Peeta.

"I'm Peeta, nice to meet you."He extends his hands, but she jumps right into his arms.

"I'm Prim. Don't you work at the bakery? With all the pretty cakes?" She rambles quickly, and looks at him expectantly.

"Yeah, I actually make those cakes!" He laughs, setting him down. "Could I walk you guys home?

I was just about to say no when Prim shakes her head vigorously. "Yes! I want you to meet my goat, lady!" She takes his hand, and grabs mine, pulling me towards town. She talks non-stop, and I look up to see Peeta smiling at her, occasionally sneaking a glance at me. I just look back at the gravel as soon as he catches me, and finally we stop in front of our home. Prim pulls him through our rickety gate, and suddenly I feel a little embarrassed of our unstable home. He doesn't seem to mind though, smiling at Prim again. We cross the threshold of home, and Prim drops his hand.

"This is our living room. We treat patients here, and our room is upstairs. The bathroom is over here!" She points towards everything as she talks about them. "Lady is out back though, come on!" She races through the home, and sings through the screen quickly. I flop onto the couch, and huff out air. Mother must be on a house call for a patient. Prim is still out back when Peeta comes in.

"Sorry that I barged in like this. I hope I didn't upset you too much.." He trails off, a look of slight regret shadowing his eyes.

"No, it's fine. We aren't keeping you from work right?" I ask, getting up.

"Nah, it's my day off. Did you want to work on that project a bit?" He responds, lightening up.

"Sure, I guess. Want something to drink then? I have some water." He nods, so I fill up to glasses and grab two rolls I bought earlier this week from Mr. Mellark.

"Here," I say, holding out a glass and roll towards him, " I figured you might want a bite too."

"You sure? I know you work hard for that, I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense, I'm going hunting again tomorrow morning, I will just trade with you tomorrow and get a few more. And don't worry, they're still fresh."

A look of excitement crosses his face. "I have never had a fresh roll before.." He looks guilty and embarrassed all of a sudden, and it surprises me.

"You don't eat fresh bread at the bakery?"

"Not unless it is extremely stale. Otherwise, no I don't eat fresh bread or treats. "

This is news to me, and I open his palm and press the roll in. He looks down again with uncertainty, but I close his hand around the small roll, nodding. He brings it to his mouth, taking a small bite.

"This is really good!" I laugh slightly, than stop. I never laugh. He looks up with surprise, clearly that I laughed.

"Let's just start on the project." I push the table over to a wall, and light a small fire in the fireplace. After it is thriving, I call Prim in.

"Prim! Time to come in; it is getting a little dark. You need to start homework!" I call out, and then flop onto the floor next to Peeta. She slides into the house, and closes the door lightly.

"I'll be upstairs, what's for dinner?" She asks as she steps up.

"I think rabbit stew, I have a few leftover spices for it, and so it should work." She grins, rabbit stew is her favorite.

"Is Peeta staying for dinner?" She questions.

"I don't want to impose." He adds quickly. "I can just go home after we finish a bit of work."

"You can stay, I mean you haven't even gotten to eat fresh food from the sounds of it often." Prim responds with a smirk. "You guys talk quite loud." She then skips up the stairs, and I shake my head.

He laughs, and turns to me. "Is that alright with you?"

"Sure. I have to get rid of the extras we have before it goes bad anyways." I smile slightly, and point at the work. "First, let's finish step one."