Chapter 6
*Sexual Content*
Peeta was mentally kicking himself as he started the engine to his car back up. Katniss had abruptly turned away after she basically said she was never giving him another chance.
Things just went even more downhill from there, if that was even possible.
"I'm not leaving until you accept my apology," Peeta said stubbornly. "Katniss, don't you see? I really am sorry for hurting you."
Katniss hung her head and sighed deeply. Peeta felt his heart break. He did this to her. He made her never be able to trust a guy ever again.
"No, Peeta, you're not," Katniss finally replied. "You're not really sorry. If you were, why didn't you come find me? Why did you wait until I came back, tapping my cane like an idiot while Johanna fucking Mason taunted me? Why, Peeta?"
Peeta couldn't find any words to say. His silver tongue always got tied in front of Katniss. Sweet, sweet Katniss. Peeta screwed her over, and he knew he would forever regret it. He opened his mouth, but when no words came to his brain, he shut it.
"You're not sorry, Peeta," Katniss said, laughing bitterly. "You're pitiful."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Peeta realized.
She was right.
The second he saw her walking into the school, with her big sunglasses and Kylie Marshall's arm around hers, he felt pity for her. He had been sorry, but he had nothing but pity for her. To see her walking around in sunglasses and using a cane to guide her. It looked pretty pitiful.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Katniss shook her head. "Just go, Peeta. I'm not worth your time."
"I told you I'm not leaving," Peeta sat down beside her on her bed and grabbed her hands. "You have to believe me."
It was Katniss's turn to be quiet. She kept her head down, even as Peeta squeezed her fingers. She didn't grip back. She left her fingers limp. She clearly wasn't giving in.
"Katniss.."
Peeta used his thumb and index finger to lift her chin up. He was staring right into her eyes, he knew it. Even though they were blocked by big shades, he knew.
And he remembered the fiery desire in her smoky silver eyes everytime he looked at her this way.
He remembered when she used to love him, and he used to love her.
Peeta leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against hers, his thumb now stroking her cheekbone. She either had no idea how to respond, or she refused to. Her lips didn't move, even after Peeta swiped his tongue against her lips. She raised a hand and gently pushed him away.
"I'm not yours to kiss," she whispered. "And you're not mine to love. Get. Out."
Peeta let the tears fill his eyes as he sped away from the Everdeens' house. The mortification of being rejected was too much for him. And what she said to him before she ordered him to leave stung even more.
She was right. They didn't belong to each other anymore. He belonged to Johanna, and Katniss only had love for herself. He took away every single particle of love for him she had in her heart and gave it to somebody else. He deserved to be rejected.
He deserved the hate from Katniss. He deserved nothing but that.
And before he knew it, he found himself in the driveway of Johanna's home. He stared at his wheel, having no clue what to do. After about 5 minutes of pondering, his body worked before his brain.
Peeta's hand reached for the door and jerked open the handle. He stepped out. The sun shone brightly in the sky. Peeta didn't think at all before he let his feet guide him to Johanna's porch. He rang the doorbell, hands shaking.
When the door opened, he looked up to find himself staring into Johanna's hazel eyes.
"Peet? Hey! Are you okay? Are you still-"
Peeta didn't let her finish her sentence before he smashed his lips onto hers. He wrapped his arms around her thin waist and yanked her towards him. Her hand came up behind him to shut the door. Johanna backed them up against the couch and when the back of her knees hit the sofa, they fell onto it.
Don't think, Peeta reminded himself. Don't think.
He wasn't thinking as he let Johanna undress him and he did the same to her. He wasn't thinking as he let Johanna slide down his body.
He definitely wasn't thinking when he flipped them over and pushed into Johanna.
At least, he wasn't thinking of Johanna.
He thought of Katniss's olive skin, grey eyes, red lips and brown hair. He couldn't think of anything else. He only heard her moans in his ear and he only felt her nails scratching down his back.
He only loved Katniss.
Peeta couldn't look himself in the eye when he looked in the mirror as he put his clothes back on. The immense guilt washed over him as he watched Johanna sit up and whisper words of adoration.
The shame bubbled up in Peeta's stomach as he saw himself out.
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