Social Casualty

Chapter 13

The Night Strike, as I like to call it, was a complete success. The mural that I did two days ago in the cafeteria was right there when I arrived yesterday morning and I was successfully not called to the principal's office.

I couldn't help but to sneaker when I saw the janitor and two of the cleaning ladies unsuccesfully tried to take the cartoon of Principal Snow and the parodies I made of the school's hallways, including a very true drawing of the Breadioactive Man and the Squirrel Dude, boxers and all.

Beetee somehow managed to hack into the school's security system and find the video of me doing the mural in the cafeteria and put it online. I'm not the type of person who really pays attention to social media and such, but I'm thinking that it probably was a good way of spreading our message.

Part of me expected that the mural wasn't taken so lightly. On my mind, I somehow imagined that all the other students would hate it and completely ignore it, not caring about its message and, consequently, don't support our cause. Although it seems like, besides getting some students to snicker about the Principal and laugh about how I managed to represent Cato in the mural as a huge minotaur wearing a football jersey, there was no progress, I know better. The more people start realizing what Snow is doing to this school'd hallways, the more support will get when it's time to make that petition.

Everyone is betting on who could both Breadioactive Man and the Squirrel Dude be. It's kind of funny to hear the student's assumption on that matter. I laugh remembering how Finnick told me that he was Breadiactive Man, and how I would have most certainly believed him if I didn't know I myself was the masked superhero.

"I wonder who could he be." Katniss states during lunch period, while we are both watching the video of the mine and Gale's school invasion.

I shrugg, trying to appear as clueless as I can manage. "I have no idea."

Katniss eyes me suspeciously, studying my every move. If this wasn't an habit of Katniss to scrutinizze me so carefully everytime she lays her eyes on me, I would think that she caught up to me. Eventually she shruggs herself and smirks "He sounds like kind of a looser."

For a few moments I'm hit, did Katniss just call me a looser? I lock my eyes with her own. They show a mix between amusement and suspicion. Immediatly I realise what she is trying to do. Maybe she really has figured me out. Even if we haven't been friends for that long, I think that Katniss can read me better than anyone. Maybe it's due to the fact that she is so observant. For seconds I think of just telling her, she already is suspicious and she's certainly not as dumb as sometimes she likes people to believe. But I know better than to do so, I can't put her in the middle of this. I know she doesn't need more trouble than what she already has, and I know that if Snow caught her doing something wrong, he wouldn't exitate in expelling her, even if just to get to me. "I'm sure he's alright though." I pipe up.

The corners of Katniss's mouth curl up slightly. "I'm sure he is." Katniss ceremoniously takes another bite of my sandwhich. The pregnancy is starting to take a toll on her. She always eats both her lunches and most of my own. She gets tired way more easily than before and her boobs are starting to get pretty big (not that I tend to stare at them, it's just something I happened to notice- it's wrong to check out your bestfriend's chest). Not to talk about how I'm starting to notice the mood swings. One second she's happy that she managed to save her phone from the lost and founds unit, the next she's crying about how the screen is broken.

"I managed not to take an F in maths." I tell her, deciding it's about time to change the subject of the superheros.

Katniss rolls her eye "Congratulations." she mocks "But still, it shouldn't be so hard for you to take better grades. Seriously, Peeta, what are you truing to prove with all this. You're being childish."