Platonic Love ( A Hunger Games FanFiction)

Chapter Six

Chapter 6:

Katniss POV

The rest of the week is pretty uneventful, usual classes, usual lunch, usual study dates with Peeta. Wait dates? I guess so, he has asked about my life and my background a lot, I told him about my father dying and me looking after Prim as mother is busy and occupied either recovering from her depression or going out with Plutarch. I have asked him about his family, he tells me his mother is abusive, his brothers are bastards (who are usually all up in his face) in college and that his father is the only one who actually cares for him. I start to get interested in listening to his stories as he makes me laugh and smile, things I have forgotten how to do. I kiss him on the cheek when he drops me off. He blushes as I get a fuzzy feeling in my stomach, my gut telling me I was brave and that I should be proud, while my brain kicks me in the face, later causing a battle in my head at night.

One thing I know for sure though, I would love to kick Delly in the ovaries. I don’t know, I just get protective over Peeta as she tries to claw me away, begging for a chance and a date. Peeta puts down her attempts every time as I smirk at her lousy self. During these moments, Peeta’s arm grazes mine, causing a wave of goosebumps up my arms. However, when my hand touches his every now and then, my blood becomes warm and my fingers ignite like electricity has been touching them. I catch him staring at me in class, I smile as he turns away, battling with his subconscious, I can see it in his eyes. I can’t help but stare, gawking before we have an moment where we look each other in the eye. Sappy I know, but I don’t know what has come over me. I blame it on my teenage hormones.

Today is Friday, the day of Finnick’s party and the day I bring Prim to meet Peeta on our date in the meadow. I hate to admit it, but I am quite excited, Peeta is such a nice person and I can relate to him a lot, for starters, we both have a parent we hate, Plutarch and Mrs. Mellark. We would just complain about the life we live in and compare each other’s likes and dislikes, it’s fun. Once I told Clove about this, she freaked. I don’t have much of a love life, so she takes this as a big deal.

Clove and Madge are still discussing Delly’s underwear incident when I feel a tap on my shoulder, and am forced to come back from my thoughts. I smile and turn around, “Yes, Pe-” I start before I am facing Gale, my ex-boyfriend. I frown and step back, bumping into the wall. He stands about an inch away from me, I shiver for no apparent reason other than him.

“What do you want, Gale?” I squint my eyes and cross my hands over my chest, a defensive mechanism I learned when we once dated. The fact that I needed a defense mechanism was very sad.

“I wanted to show you something, I need your help,” Gale says nervously, which is unusual.

I turn my head to see Clove and Madge, both oblivious to the fact that my ex is right here. “Go on,”

He holds out his hand and reveals a perfect silver pendant and chain, “It’s for a girl, do you think it’s okay? I want her to be mine, my girlfriend,” he says softly, as if it was a secret.

I gasp in complete shock. “How many carats is it?” is the first thing in my mind and the first thing to slip out of my mouth. He shoots a stare at someone, and I turn to see who. I see a group of onlookers that have gathered near some lockers, making comments. At his gaze, they scamper. As I turn back to Gale, I notice Peeta out of the corner of my eye. Madge and Clove have now started watching. They give Gale cold stares.