Okay, first off let me say that I'm so sorry for this super late chapter! I wrote this about a week ago, but my Internet and wifi went down and I had no way to upload it so there's that. And I was super busy with school before spring break with the pre aims and whatever… on the bright side, ITS SPRING BREAK! YEAH! That gives me PLENTY of time to write chapters so maybe I can make a normal updating schedule huh? I also think its time for me to explain this chapter, the last one and the next maybe two or three… So the last chapter in the beginning was two-three months after her dad died, the flashback was a month after her dad died and the part after the flash back was about one-two years after her dad died. Got it? Good. Now this chapter is a few months after the last chapter and the next chapter will be the day after this chapter and the chapter after the next one will be a few months after the next chapter. You guys got all of that? No? Oh well, I'm not explaining it again as I barely understand…. Anyway…. This was long!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, Katniss, Peeta, Gale or anyone…. Although if I did, I would probably make them my slaves… ;) (Sorry Francis kidnapped me and fucked up my mind… Which I then fucked up my friends mind… Now we're all plagued by the dirty mind…. God Dammit! This is WAY off topic and not even hunger games related… Sorry guys.) ON TO THE STORY THAT'S FINALLY HERE!

Peeta's POV

I wake up earlier than the rest of my family again today. Thank god. I put on my normal clothes and walk down the rickety staircase towards our kitchen to start the bread I have to make in order to avoid a beating. Once that's done the fun part of my day begins. As I roll out my dough my thoughts trails off towards the woods and Katniss and I's newfound spot. Although, she'll probably bring Gale along with her. I don't like Gale; it may be the fact that he obviously likes her. Or maybe it's the fact that he's from the seam, older and handsome that drives me crazy. Why wouldn't she pick him over me? I'm just a baker's son, he's Gale. He can hunt for her and provide for her. He brings home deer, and I make bread. It's not even a competition really, for it to be a competition, there has to be an equal chance of winning. I look down to see that I basically mangled my bread, making it utterly useless.

Oh well, I'm running late anyway. I grab my jacket that Katniss bought me and head over to the gate behind her house. I quickly find the old weak spot in the fence and the log Katniss and I hide our weapons under. I grab my knives Mr. Everdeen made me and head over to our spot that I always meet Katniss at. Out of the corner of my eye I see a small, defenseless squirrel in a nearby oak and with a flick of my wrist, bring it down to my feet. I put it in my bag to give to Katniss later and continue on towards the cliff. I look up ahead to find two heads in that spot. Gale's here. Fantastic. But as I approach, I can hear that they are not casually talking. They are arguing. I don't know whether to feel ashamed or happy at the fact that they are fighting.

"So then I just punched him in the face."

"Gale, you can't go around punching people just because you don't like them."

"Why not?"

"You just cant! What if…"

"What if they what? Whip me for punching some merchant kid? Because we hunt illegally and then sell our items to the peacekeepers. They don't whip us for that, but they'll whip me for punching this kid. Your logic makes perfect sense."

SNAP!

Dammit, I didn't see that twig.

"Peeta!"

"Hey Peet."

"Hey guys, I got a squirrel on the way here."

"Nice, oh in the eye too!" Gale says.

"I told you your aim was getting better." Says Katniss.

"Still cant beat this guy's." Gale boasts.

Really? A blind, handless squirrel can throw better then you.

"Really? Okay we're competing right here, right now. Peeta vs. Gale. Lets do this!"Yells an excited Katniss. I hand Gale a knife and grab one of my own and then we begin to silently trek through the woods looking for our prey. I immediately see a rabbit and begin to aim when a knife whizzes past my face and into its heart. I could have done better. I keep looking around with Katniss behind me when I see a turkey eating a weed in the grass. I aim and with one flick of my wrist, bring the turkey down with a knife in its eye. Hahah, I win you son of a-

"Peeta won!" Katniss yells in Gale's ear and runs over to give me a hug, which I gladly accept.

"Yeah whatever. We have to get to school anyway." Gale says and I think I hear him mutter something like, 'he just got lucky, I could beat him if I really wanted too'.

We walk through the town square and towards the school. Apparently, the merchants have nothing better to do so they gawk at a baker's son walking to school with two seam kids. I should be used to it by now, but it still irritates the hell out of me. School's the same with another boring lesson on coal development and learning about the capitol.

At lunch I walk over to Katniss and I's bench and weight for her, but when I look to the right, instead of seeing katniss and her small lunch bag, I see a group of merchant kids that live on my street walking up to her. Oh no, this cant be good.

"Where do you think you're going seam?" One of the boys asks.

"I'm going to eat my lunch." She quietly responds.

"Your lunch? What lunch?" He takes her bag out of her hand.

"You mean these scraps?" He then drops the bag and steps on it.

"Oops, guess you cant eat now huh?" After that she looks up to him and spits in his face. He looks enraged. "You little bitch!" He picks her up by the collar of her shirt and pulls his hand back, ready to punch her.

I quickly run over to him and push her out of his arms and receive a punch in my left eye.

"What the f-"

My fist hitting his jaw blocks off his sentence. He may be taller then me, but I'm stronger. His punch was nothing. If he wasn't mad earlier, he diffidently is now. He looks down and draws his leg up to kick me, but I'm too fast and dodge his foot then grab it with both hands. Yanking him onto the floor and kicking him in the chest before two of his friends come up behind me and grab my arms to pull me back. He gets up off the floor, brushes of his pants and then punches me square in the nose.

"You may be the baker's son, but you're just as worthless as that girl over there." He says.

I somehow get my right arm free and punch one of them in the face, while he's down, I twist the others arm until I hear a satisfying snap and let him fall to the floor, cradling his broken arm. I turn to the biggest of the three and punch him in the face, breaking his nose. I then kick him in the stomach so he falls backwards onto his back. I look down on him and spit in his face.

I look towards Katniss and offer her my hand. She gladly takes it and we start walking towards her home. Screw school, she needs to be somewhere else. We walk through town in a comfortable silence and once we get to her house, she puts ice on my face, still without uttering a word. Am I in trouble?

"Peeta, you didn't have to do that." She says.

"Yes I did. I couldn't stand the thought of him hitting you just because of where you come from. I hate how this town is set up okay? Sometimes I wish we could just leave. I wish we could just pack up you and Prim, Rye, my dad and leave. I know it's irrational, but I can dream."

She looks at me and I know I'm about to get a speech.

"Peeta, you're absolutely right about that being irrational. We can't just leave! The peacekeepers or worse, the capitol will hunt us down and find us. Then we're dead. Prims dead. You brother and father are dead. Everyone's dead. And what about Gale? And his family?" Ugh, Gale.

"I know you hate it here Peeta, I do too. But we can't just suddenly leave, I'm sorry. Now, why don't you go make us some lunch because as you say, I'm a terrible cook." She says with a smile that melts my heart. We eat turkey sandwiches with her turkey and my stale bread and wait for two o'clock to roll around when we can go pick up Prim from school.

Later that night I reluctantly leave her house and head over to mine, waiting for the beating that surely waits for my late arrival. I go to sleep that night with an empty stomach and a new bruise on my eye.

I know crappy ending, sorry! But let me just say that if you got that Hetalia France reference at the top then you are almost as awesome as Gilbert and Gilbird! Please review so that I may do my retarded happy dance! And I almost forgot to thank my friend who edits my stories who I plagued with the dirty mind… You know you love it Vicki!