There in the distance, just across from us is a camera-with of course journalists. They got the shot. The shot of me extending my sympathy to Peeta, there will be no stops at the Hob tonight. I jerk Peeta up, and that's when he sees them too. Before I say anything, I start running, and running, leaving Peeta in the same spot. I run to the only person who will understand- Haymitch. I barge into his house and slam the front door shut. Haymitch jumps up from a nap with a knife in one hand. He drops it once he realizes it is me.
"Mockingjay, without her boy?"
"He's not my boy for one. And for two, we have a bigger problem." I spit out. "There is a camera crew here. They have hunted Peeta and I down."
Haymitch sneers out "We wouldn't have this problem if you two weren't ever seen together- now would we?"
"That's not what this is about."
"Yes it is. If you two weren't our flaunting your happiness-we would not have this situation!"
I start to cry, not because I am upset. I am furious, I am petrified. Haymitch walks another few steps towards me.
"Don't cry, sweetheart. I'll take care of this okay?"
I nod and dash to my house, I lock all of the three locks. All lights in my house are turned off; the last thing I want is them getting a picture of me. Balled up on the couch and almost completely out, there's a rattle of the door knob. No, no, no! Just go away. Do they have respect for privacy? Or sleeping for that matter? But there's a light tap on the door, and a familiar voice calling my name softly. Jumping up, I quickly unlock all of those holding the door shut. He comes in, and just as quickly as I unlocked, I lock them once again. Peeta sits down on the couch without a word. He doesn't have to say it, because I already know. Those blue eyes are an open book, and right now they spell out sorry.