Sorry about the delay, I've been busy. Thanks for all the support throughout this story. There is only one chapter left after this. So, can these two patch things up? We will see...

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The fire alarm goes off. Probably just a drill is what goes through everyone's mind. Peeta is strolling through the hallway, almost to the exit when he's yanked into the boys bathroom.

"What the hell?!" Peeta turns his head to see Finn. "You trying to get me killed?!" He goes for the door and is yanked back.

"It's just a drill. Katniss wants to talk to you." Peeta looks at him.

"I don't want to talk to her." Peeta tries the door.

"Peeta, will you quit with the door and listen to me!"

"I don't want to die in this bathroom with you, Finnick!" Finn stills at Peeta calling him his full name. "Can't be too careful now, can I?" He pulls the door and Finn pushes it closed.

"What the hell is your problem!?" Finn yells angrily pushing Peeta into one of the stalls.

"Get the hell out of here!" Peeta pushes him back into one of the sinks. Before he can get back up, Peeta pins Finn against the wall. "What the do want from me, man?"

Finn struggles against Peeta's strong hold, "I want you to talk to her." He pushes Peeta's arm away from his throat.

"I told you, I don't want to talk to her. I let this go already! Why the hell can't you?"

"You let this go?! You pretending like it never happened is not letting it go! You trying to run away and forget is not letting it go! You still love her!"

"Shut up, Finn!" Peeta rushes Finn, pinning him against the wall. "This is what you want from me!? You want to see me hurt?! What the hell kind of friend are you?!" Finn tries to talk but Peeta only raises his arm higher so its pressing on Finns throat, disabling his ability to talk. "I'm pretending like I don't know her to spare myself the pain! You leave me alone about this Finn! If you can't do that, then just leave me alone period!" Peeta releases him and walks out.

Finn picks up his phone to make a call. "Plan B."

Katniss didn't ask Finn to almost die trying to talk to Peeta. She wanted to kill him for it. Katniss was also somewhat afraid that Peeta might have a similar outburst with her. She was more afraid of losing him though. So, here goes nothing.

Katniss walked into the library. Katherine had told her he would be studying there after school. She scouted the room for Peeta. She found him sitting near the window. He had textbooks sprawled out on the table. His earphones hung from his ears as he nodded along to a song. She swallowed any fear and went for the seat in front of him.

Peeta was so into what he was writing he had his head down in his notebook. The song playing wasn't bad either. He saw in his peripheral that someone sat in the seat in front of him. Peeta thought to himself, Why'd they sit right there? With open seats everywhere they had to choose right there? Peeta refused to look up. With his current luck, it would be Glimmer. So he kept jamming and writing, until whoever it was touched his hand.

Peeta looked up. His blue eyes locked with her grey ones. He couldn't hear her but he could make out the "hi" she gave. One side of him wanted to smile; the other willed him to mirror her usual scowl. He clamped his back teeth down, squaring his jaw instead.

"Hello." He says pulling his hand back from her. He continues writing.

"Peeta," she tries. He doesn't look up. She pulls the pen from his hand instead. Peeta turns his eyes up at her. He calmly reaches into his backpack and pulls another pen out.

"If you needed something to write with, you could have just asked," he coyly smirks and continues writing. She pulls the pen again. He pulls out another one.

After a minute it's become a whose-more-stubborn contest. Katniss sits there with a stack of various pens and pencils. Peeta has run out of something to write with. He calmly removes his headphones and folds his hands in front of him.

"Can I help you with something?" Peeta asks her.

"Is this the way it's going to be now between us?" She tells him.

"Well, we could just go ahead and keep not talking." He stares at her, "It was always your call."

"Alright then. I want to talk now."

"And what makes you think it's your call now?" He tells her sternly. "But for the hell of it, I'll allow it."

"You'll allow it?!" Katniss yells at him.

"I'll allow it!" He tells her smugly. "And remember Katniss, you're the one who wants to talk to me, not the other way around."

"This is nonsense!"

"Hey, there's the door."

"I should be the one whose pissed! I thought you cheated on me?!"

"If you came here to yell at me, in a library mind you, just go. We've already done this. I don't want to fight anymore." He goes to put his headphones back in, but pauses, "And yea, I know that I cheated on you and I'm still sorry. So sorry! You can't begin to understand how sorry! I can't do this anymore."

"Peeta, I know you didn't cheat on me."

"Are you in denial now? I did and you just told me so..."

"No Peeta. 'I thought you did. You were passed out when Glimmer took those pictures. You didn't do anything."

"I didn't cheat on you?" He asks her. She grabs his hand and shakes her head no.

"She was trying to get back at me by taking you away from me."

For a minute, Peeta looks down at their hands together and smiles. He holds her hand lovingly, then closes his eyes. When he opens them, that loving look is gone. His eyes are distant and sad now.

He pulls his hands away, "Why are you doing this?"

"Peeta, there's no reason for us to fight anymore. Nothing happened."

"So we just pretend like nothing happened," Katniss opens her mouth to respond. "Like everything you said didn't matter..." He tells her.

"Peeta, what I said was out of anger. I didn't mean it. I know you love me and I..." She pauses, unable to finish.

"You can't even say it, can you?" Peeta scoffs, "Even if you could, forgive me if I don't believe you could love someone who doesn't love or care for you," he throws her words back at her. Peeta can feel his heart clench, but he refused to cry in front of her. He throws everything on the table into his backpack and makes for the door. He had to leave before he cried.

Katniss sat in the library with tears ready to fall. It hurt her so much that she had been to blame for Peeta's pain. Because right now, he wasn't hurting because they split up or because he thought he cheated on her. He hurt because of what Katniss had said to him.

"How'd it go?" Johanna approaches her from behind.

"I don't even recognize him anymore!" She stands up and looks out the window. "Have I really lost him?"

"I don't get it! He didn't cheat on you. It's over." Johanna tells her. "Kiss and make up."

"He's mad about what I said, Jo."

"So, prove to him that he loves you and that you love him." Johanna says. "You do love him, right?"

That was the million dollar question. She didn't know how to love or at least she didn't want to after her father. When her father died, Katniss watched her mother slip into a deep depression. Her mother eventually buried herself in work and even now she wasn't mother of the year, but she was definitely better. Katniss was glad Prim had been too you to remember any of it. For Katniss, it had felt like she'd lost both her parents. Just when she thought she would give in and follow her mother down, Peeta had saved her.

Katniss shut her eyes tightly. The tears still fell. She had to brace herself against the wall from falling. How could she have forgotten what Peeta had done for her back then. When she felt more alone then ever, he had been there. How could she have ever questioned his love for her. Even back then and through the whole Gale mess, he still pursued her and loved her. Peeta had showed her in more ways then one just how much he loved and cared for her. Now it was Katniss' turn.

"Yes," Katniss said wiping stray tears away. She smiled. "I do love him."