I haven't seen or spoken to Prim or Luke. Adrian got promoted.
The neighbors across the street moved out, and four boys and two girls that are our age moved in. Turns out, Peeta, Finnick, and Johanna were pretty damn popular in high school, and they were best friends with these rowdy people.
Now, the three of them went over there to greet them a half hour ago. Peeta and I are supposed to be meeting the for the movies tonight, and he's supposed to be meeting me at six because I had to stop at work.
So, I get dressed, and Annie leaves for dinner with our family.
I get in my truck and head to the movies.
…..a…..
I sat there for three and a half hours, and he didn't show up, or even bother to call.
I am pretty angry, so Annie took me back to the old times. We locked the doors, cuddled up with ice cream and chocolate with the door locked and the blinds pulled, and we lie on the couch, watching Netflix.
They're loud, and it's late, and someone could call the cops on them. I pull my truck in the garage. Annie fell asleep, but I'm awake, because I'm really upset. Now that their friends that they replaced Annie and I, we're forgotten about.
I'm outside, sitting on the porch from pulling the truck in. I'm so upset and angry.
I hear all of them laughing, and I get up, and I go in the house, and I slam the door so hard the windows shake. I know it caught their attention, because the noise stopped and Peeta looked out the window. I lock the door, and shut the light off, and then I turn off the TV and wake Annie. "You need to go to your own bed." I say.
She gets up and goes to her room, and I go to mine, and I stare at the fan until I see double and tears blur my vision, and then I fall asleep.
…..a…..
I went to work until noon. Annie didn't, because she had a headache.
I get home with food for Annie.
And guess what? Johanna and Finnick and Peeta are in the street, playing football. They move for me and I pull into the driveway. Annie's sitting on the porch swing, looking pissed as hell, watching them. I get out of my truck and lock the doors, and give Annie her food and sit down next to her.
"Have they even waved?" I ask angrily. I'm so fucking pissed at him. I don't even want to look at him.
"Nope." She says angrily, picking out the tomatoes and feeding them to Nugget. "Look at the way that slut is all over Finnick. He was mine first." She hisses.
"They're just our replacement." I mutter.
"Yeah, I know!" she says. "I fucking hate her!" her voice is rising, and they all look over here. "And then the other girl, all over your boyfriend!"
I look at the girl she's talking about, and sure enough, she keeps grabbing Peeta's biceps and hugging him. He looks uncomfortable, and then shrugs her off and says something to every, and then jogs over to us. I stare at him with my arms crossed, with the worst glare I can muster.
"Who's the whore?" I ask bluntly. He sighs.
"Kayla." He says. "She won't stop. I don't like her, I swear." I don't say anything. "Finnick doesn't like Julia either."
"Well you definitely like them more than me." I snap.
"Why would you-"
"The fucking movies, Peeta!" I said it loud, and Johanna and Finnick both exchanged a look.
His eyes widen. "Katniss-"
"No. Okay, go back to your friends. I'm not in the fucking mood. I sat there for three and a half hours waiting for you last night! Just leave me the fuck alone for a little while, okay?" I go in the house, and Annie follows me.
"It's okay to cry." She says.
And I do, and she sits there, holding my hand, and a box of tissues, and she lets me cry, and then what does she do?
She takes me to the movies herself.
Who needs boys? My sister is better.
…a…
It took me a week to park my truck in the driveway instead of the garage.
He stopped hanging out with them, and so did Johanna and Finnick.
He went back to writing, but he always has the blinds closed.
I took that damn necklace off, and it's sitting on my desk. I stare at it for a long time, and then I get up. I didn't go to work today. Annie's home and all the windows are open, and the doors. It's a cool day. Annie has candles lit all around the house, and she's sipping lemonade on the couch with the fan blowing her hair. I take a shower, and I let my hair down, and I put on a blue tank top and a bra and panties and a white pair of short shorts. I put on don't put on shoes, I just go storming out of the house. Annie watches from the window as I cut across their yard and go banging on the door. Johanna opens it, and looks me up and down.
This is the first time I've never been inside their house.
"He won't come out of his study." Johanna says. She's not mad at me. Finnick isn't either. They walk out of the house and go over to Annie. I shut the front door, and go banging on the door.
"Go away Johanna!" He snaps.
"It's not Johanna! Open the fucking door!"
He does. He's clean, and he looks fine, but I can see the difference in his eyes.
He looks sad, and irritated, but not with me, with himself.
"Where's your room?" I demand. He points to a shut door, and I grab his hand and go into it. I close the blinds and slam the door and lock it.
"Katniss," he sighs, but I push him onto the bed.
"Shut up." I say. I climb on top of him and pull my tank top off. His eyes get huge, because this is the first time he's seen me in my bra. Sure, there's a bikini, but there's a different type of innocence with a bra. "We're having sex, Peeta." I say, and I pull his shirt off and start kissing him like mad.
…..a…..
I left him in bed. I fucked him and left, and I went into the kitchen and took one of Annie's birth control pills.
"Did you guys make up?" Johanna asks
"I left him naked in bed." I say.
"Are you serious?" Annie asks.
"Yup."
I never thought our lost souls would be rejoined.
Alright, that's the end. I'm getting rid of the nice side of me.
I'm done writing on FFN. People are pissing me off. You guys were bitching because I wasn't finishing stories, or I was taking too long to write, and now I'm finishing stories and posting a ton of chapters a day and you're bitching about the way I do it. I'm fucking done with this site. I'm so angry. I've got enough shit to deal with in my own life. For the people that I've made friends with from this site, feel free to kik me, but I don't want to fucking deal with this anymore. I'm sick and tired of it. To the people I know are true loyal followers, go ahead and PM me, and I'll give you the name to my new site. For the rest…I don't care.