We stopped us last night, right before we actually had sex, and he said this was fucked up we weren't dating. Then he asked me out.

I stir my smoothie with my straw. Peeta and I snuck back in at five this morning. I moved my clubhouse-hideout and took care of the money and it's in the bank, but I couldn't go back to sleep.

I definitely took my birth control. I went to the fruit stand. Everyone is starting to wake up, but I'm just standing here, stirring my smoothie.

"Oh, you came home." Dad says. I look at him over my shoulder. "Where were you and Peeta last night?"

I need to lie. If he finds out we had sex, he's going to lose his mind just like how he did for Finnick. He and Annie had sex last year, and Dad took Annie out to dinner and sent her home crying.

"Um, I was in my hideout. I don't know where Peeta was." Everyone starts coming into the kitchen to help themselves to breakfast, and they're sitting at the table, the whole family and all my friends. Dad's arms are crossed and so are mine, and we're having a stare down. I think everyone is a little bit suspicious of us.

"Really." Dad says. "I know you're probably telling the truth about you being in your little hideout, but I think you're lying about you not knowing where Peeta was." He crosses his arms. "I think he was with you."

I just glare at him and say, "What makes you say that?"

"Just a hunch." He narrows his eyes. "A guess…or maybe, it's that hickey on your shoulder." He sweeps my hair off my shoulder.

I look down at my shoulder, and back at my Dad.

"Don't try and play it off like it's a bruise." He says.

"I wasn't going to." I hiss.

"You don't need to be having sex." He says.

Oh, I'm going to throw it right back in his face. "Oh? I don't? Last time I checked, you were seventeen and Mom was sixteen when you got her pregnant with me. Oh, but I can't be having sex? That's hypocritical if you ask me."

His eyes flash in anger. "If you get pregnant-"

"I won't get pregnant." I hiss. "We're not stupid, you know!"

"Condoms don't always work."

"Yeah, you would know. I'm the perfect example of that right?"

"If you get pregnant, you're getting an abortion."

"Um, actually, no I'm not. I have over ten thousand dollars in savings. If I get pregnant and you decide to be a bitch about it, I'll just file for emancipation and move out."

"Dad you won't want to kill your grandchild." Finn says.

Dad looks at Peeta, who is just staring at his bowl. "Peeta, let's go for a walk."

Peeta looks up, and then stands up, puts his bowl away and follows my Dad out the door.

…a…

Dad grounded me when he got home and made everyone leave. I snuck out and stayed in my hideout until this morning. Since I moved it, nobody could find me, and I texted Peeta to paint the extension cord so it looked like the ground and I put it on his doorstep and he did it. It's Monday. Dad drove me to school today and told Finnick to make sure Peeta gets nowhere near me. Finn promised he would, but right when I get to school, I walk right over to Peeta and hug him.

Glimmer is watching us. She looks livid, and I remember that she asked Peeta out. He leans down and presses his lips to my cheek, and then whispers in my ear "I feel really bad for getting you in trouble."

I pull away to look him in the eye. "You didn't. Peeta, I don't regret it."

He smiles. "Me either."

…..a…..

Dad picks me and Finnick up. "So I've been talking with Peeta's family." Dad says when we get in the house. "You two are switching schools. Katniss, you and Peeta have broken up."

"What?" Finn asks.

"You guys heard me." He says.

"You broke us up?" I ask.

"Yes."

"What the fuck?" Finn asks. "You didn't' do that to Annie and I!"

"Well I'm doing it to Katniss and Peeta. I didn't do it to you and Annie because you guys had been in a relationship for a while."

I storm upstairs and slam the door and lock it, and then I start crying.

I get a text.

Peeta: So…we're done? My Mom said that they broke us up, that your switching schools and your Dad is hiring someone to watch you and Finnick so you can't sneak out again. Ever.

I cry really hard.

Me: I hate everything. I hate my life. I hate my Dad. I hate the whole fucking universe. When my Dad finds my body, I hope he'll feel like shit.

I delete the messages as Dad comes in and blocks Peeta's number from my phone.

I glare at him through my tears.

I hate him.