Platonic Love ( A Hunger Games FanFiction)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight:

Peeta POV:

Katniss and I step into the living room, hands still clasped together. Before, we take another step, two drinks are pressed into our hands. I look over to see Katniss look into the cup, frowning.

“I think it’s spiked,” she tells me, placing the cup on a table. I nod, placing my cup next to her.

We look around, the place is packed. I can see couples making out in the hot tub, people standing and talking outside on a wooden deck that extends from the poolside to the house, a large karaoke machine, and a packed living room. There is lots of alcohol going around, and tons of food being served.

Katniss lets out a sigh. “I guess we should go talk to people,” she says. She scours the room for Clove, meanwhile I look for two certain girls to avoid...

“Oooh, I see Annie,” she says. Katniss walks up to her, and they start catching up.

“I’m going to get us drinks,” I tell her. She smiles and nods, returning to her conversation.

I walk over to a table where the drinks are. I see Finnick there, and nod at him. He is talking to a blonde girl. He notices me and his eyes bulge. He tries to cover it up but the girl notices. She turns around.

As soon as I see her features I stiffen. Finnick slaps his forehead in exasperation. She doesn’t notice. Her lips simply curl into a devious smile.

“Hi, Glimmer,” I manage.

“Oh, hello Peeta,” she says in a sing-song-seductive voice. I notice a few other guys shooting me envious glares. A few stare at her legs. She wears a pair of tight denim shorts that cover little, and a slinky tank top that covers less.

“Lets sit down,” she says, placing her hand on my chest and pushing me down to the sofa. I turn to face Finnick.  He has an exasperated look, and his eyes give me a silent message saying you-are-a-stupid-idiot-and-you-did-this-to-yourself-so-just-deal-with-it-and-pray-that-Katniss-doesn’t-see.

I look back at Glimmer to see a sweet smile playing on her face. Oh boy.  

Madge POV:

Finnick said he would handle Glimmer. I said I would handle Delly. Big mistake. After a few attempts at conversation, I resign to watching Delly from the side of the room. She is currently having a deep conversation with Charlotte. Delly’s brows are furrowed, and she has a look on her face. Charlotte wears the same face, except more exaggerated and somehow maniatic. She follows Delly like a little puppy. Its creepy to watch.

Charlotte and Delly stand up from the couch that they were sitting on. They peer over heads, looking around the room for something. No someone. They are looking for Peeta. Time to improvise.

I tentatively walk up to them, looking somewhere else as I bump into them. The two girls turn my way.

“Maddy!” Delly says in a sing-song voice that makes it clear that she wants something from me.

“Uh, hi Delly,” I reply. “And it’s Madge.” I whisper under my breath.

“What was that?” she says, leaning closer to me, Charlotte following later. Delly notices and rolls her eyes.

“Whatever. Have you seen Peeta? Or Glimmer? I think Glimmer may be looking for him too so either is okay!” Delly says cheerfully.

“Yeah, I saw Peeta come with Katniss,” I say.

I see a flicker of anger in her eye when I mention Katniss, but she regains her confidence and continues in a more demanding tone, “Oh thats just wonderful. But he’s probably bored of her, I’m far more entertaining. He is probably looking for me as we speak.”

She plays with her hair. Charlotte, behind her has to remark, “Oh my god. Delly! You messed up your hair! Oh wait, is that lice?” She adjusts her hair, making it look worse than it already naturally does. I snicker.

I raise my eyes, Delly gives me a strange look then quickly changes to a dazzling smile. She pulls me forward. “Maybe you can talk to Katniss when I talk to Peeta!” she tells me.

I stumble along with her and Charlotte. She keeps a firm grip on my hand. We cut across the room headed for the drinks area. Delly expertly weaves through the crowd, Charlotte closely follows.

“OOH, there he is,” I hear Charlotte squeal. Delly lets go of my hand, and I slap my forehead in frustration.

Peeta POV:

Glimmer sits on the arm of the couch. She uses her legs to cling to it, and strokes the length. I think she is trying to be seductive, but failing miserably. Every time I try to get off the couch she leans over (trying to give me a peek of her chest), and pushes me back with a wink. It’s rather infuriating after a while.

I turn to Finnick once more, but a figure behind him catches my eye. Delly.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“Sure, if you want to,” Glimmer says cheerfully.

“What? NO!” I say hastily. “I only said that because Delly was here, she is quite the jealous type, I didn’t want to have sex with you.”

Glimmer pouts, eyebrows furrowed. “Sure you want to Peeta, trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

“Actually, no I don’t. I came here with Katniss and I ought to be getting back to her,” I say pushing away from Delly and Glimmer as they both crowd around me.

Katniss saves me by calling my name behind them both. She comes forward and I instantly grasp her hand. Delly throws her hands up in frustration and swears. Glimmer, who crosses her arms across her body and leans to one side, eyebrows raised.

Katniss lets go of my hand and steps in front of me, facing Glimmer on her own. Oh Lord.

“Who the hell are you?” Katniss says, hissing like a cheetah at Glimmer.

“I’d like to ask you the same question.” Glimmer says stepping closer to Katniss, bumping into her.

“Peeta?” Katniss asks without any fear in her voice.

“Baby,” I start.

“Baby?” Glimmer repeats with revulsion in every syllable.

“This... This is my ex-girlfriend.”