Baker's Girl Peeta MellarkXReader

I have no idea what to name this part sorry.

Katniss' POV:

This is so awkward, not a single word has been spoken for at least three quarters of an hour. It was all going so well until he told me something. Something that would ruin it all, something that would throw of what ever progress we had made in this relationship.

The thing that he decided to do, I just can't- why would he? When I could have died he, he- with Y/N as well! I would have understood if it I was killed during the games or I came back and we discussed it but he didn't even wait.

Why would he kiss her?

"Why?" Is all I could manage to say.

"I've always had this feeling for her and one day it just happened. I didn't make a move and neither did she! She just turned and our lips met," he says not even looking slightly guilty.

"Yes and then you bought her a dress, a gorgeous dress?" He's not fooling me, "But guess that just means you care about her?"

The story he's told me just makes things worse and the way he acted towards her, trying to sleep with her? Even when she said no he still persisted, he watched get dressed! I know it's just as much her fault as it is his but he just sounds ever so slightly manipulative in this situation.

"Katniss! Please it meant nothing!" He says trying to hold my hands but I just push him away- it's going to take slot more then that to convince me, "I did it think! If anything she's to blame!"

Oh no he didn't! It's both of their faults, if what he told me is true anyway. Why is he blaming her for something they both did? That's like my father blaming my mother for having a child saying it's her fault.

I just can't wrap my head around this. Why is he blaming her! Does he blame everyone else for everything!

I can feel this strange feeling of rage bubbling up inside of me. Now it's making its way up through my through and foaming out my mouth and comes out not as words, fuck no! If I siad anything I would probably be sentenced with a death penalty with what it would be, no I slap him instead.

I bring my hand to his stubbly cheek and hear a loud SMACK. The sheer force of it makes my hand sting and go red matching the hand shaped mark on his face.

I stand up and walk of but as I got to the door I turn to him and say, "Fuck you Peeta Mellark."

Your POV:

I need to tell Gale. I can't let him keep up this charade and not know what I did, not after last night. He trusted me to much, he understood to much, he cared to much.

I sit there at the kitchen table finishing of the jam on toast he made me. He's sat opposite me just watching me, his eyes solely focused on my figure. I look at him and a little, tiny smile unfolds across his face. God I feel so much worse.

"Baby, you know how I had this huge thing to tell you about me having to fake being pregnant?" This must be the worst ever lead up in history, "Well there's something else I need to tell you."

He switches seats to the one next to me before nodding his head telling me to proceed.

"I feel so bad, I shouldn't have done this and I don't want you to forgive me ever! I'm so worng a disgusting for this!" Great now there's tears in my eyes, if anyone should be crying it's Gale.

"It can't be worse then you killing someone or like eating someone," he chuckles softly.

"Gale I kissed Peeta... a- a lot," I say drooping my head.