Runaway: Hunger Games fanfic

Chapter 15

Katniss POV

Peeta wore a head full of beautiful blonde hair and was a few inches taller than me.

I don't know what it was. Something about him gave me goosebumps. Why? Why was he so special?

He was different. That was my conclusion. It wasn't much. What was different about him?

"Katniss?" His voice was so soft. Like velvet.

"Katniss?" Has he been saying my name for a while? I couldn't snap out of my trance. My name from his voice was perfect.

What!? What am I saying?!

"Y-Yes?" I could hardly talk. I was still in a state of shock.

"Should I get your mum? You nearly passed out." I sight with delight. His voice...

NO! I CAN'T BE THINKING THIS!

"What!" I sat up from my bed. When did I lay down? "Huh? Um, i'm okay. Sorry."

"Okay... Do you need something?" He was so sweet. ugh, when will I stop?

"No, no, I'm ok, really." That was a tiny lie. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"Okay. Well, If you want me to leave-"

"No, stay. I uh, might need some ice for my h-head" I didn't want him to leave. Why though? Why was he so special? I was determined to find out.

"okay... do you need help getting up?"

"Um I think so... My head!" Now my head was hurting more. Did I fall? I didn't remember anything that happened after my mother left.

"Your head? You didn't hit your head. But I'll get you some ice. Come here." He held out his arms, offering me his support. I instantly fell into his weight. His skin was as soft as his voice.

Peeta held me up as I stumbled across our small room of a house to the small set of chairs around a small table.

"Where do you keep the ice?" Peeta sat me down on one of the wooden chairs and began to search the cupboards. "Ah, here it is." I hadn't even had the chance to open my mouth before he found the ice and was pressing it against my throbbing head.

"Thanks," I said with a small squeak.

"Pretty quiet aren't you?" He chuckled.

"Quiet!"--How dare he call me quiet! I am the opposite of quiet. Well, accept around him. Am I nervous? No, I can't be. I slowly sat back down. "Sorry," I muttered to Peeta who now had wide eyes in shock.

He laughed a small, soothing laugh. "Maybe not so quiet."

Why did that small knock on the door have to ruin everything? I was getting used to talking normally to Peeta when we heard two soft knocks on the door. I already knew who made the noise.

"Gale," My word hardy made a noise but Peeta seemed to hear. I quickly got up a headed for the door. I did not want to start another awkward
Conversation with Peeta.

"Hey Catnip. You ready?" Gale was at my door step with a wide grin and looking eager to go and leave this hell of a place.
what am I going to say? I can't say no. I have to say no. No is the correct answer. How do I say it though?

"I'm sorry Gale but-"
"You're not ready?" He interrupted me "but I thought, I thought... Okay, that's fine." His sweet smile was gone now and he was looking at the floor now.
"I'm sorry Gale, but just a few more days." I said, my voice hopeful and apologetic.
"I guess, but we have to leave before the games. Katniss, we only have so long. We can't stay here for the reaping. We are leaving tomorrow. Early." Gale was looking at me with sharp eyes. Where has this confidence come from?

"Okay, we'll leave tomorrow morning." I shot a glance inside, to see Peeta making our beds, not able to hear our conversation, before continuing "goodbye Gale."
"Bye Catnip." And with that, he was already walking down the dirt road.