Change (everlark)

Chapter 1

"Katniss!" My uncle's new wife named Lissa calls from downstairs.

I groan and eventually roll out of my bed. I take a quick shower after brushing my teeth, and then walk into my almost empty walk in closet to put on a pair of black jeans and dark gray t-shirt.

"Katniss!" She yells again.

"I'm up!" I yell back, rolling my eyes even though they can't see me.

I loosen my braid so that my wavy hair falls loose over my shoulders and walk downstairs, being met by my beloved foster parents.

"Why did you wake me up? It's not school." I ask them, grabbing an apple from the big fruit platter.

"You are going to pick up Peeta at the airport, remember?" Christian, my uncle, asks.

"No, fuck no. I have plans." 

"Yes you are, now go change clothes to something presentable and put on some makeup as well. You look like a goth that just woke up." Lissa says running disapproving eyes over me.

"I'm not going to pick up that Peeta guy!" I yell, ignoring Lissa's rude comment. "I told you I have plans, so why can't you do it?"

"Because, you are both the same age, and I'm sure you will get along very well."

"He's probably just a snob like you are." I mumble to myself.

"What did you say?" Lissa hisses.

"Nothing."

"Good, now go upstairs and put some makeup on your face, fix you hair too."

I disobey and walk straight to my car hearing my uncle shouting after me that I should be nice to that Peeta guy. The name Peeta rings a bell, but I have no idea why. Do I know anyone named Peeta? God that's a weird name, who the fuck names their kid after a piece of bread?

When I am almost at the airport I get a text from Gale:

Babe, could you buy some alcohol for the party tonight?

I text him back only replying a sure.

Yesterday was the last day of school before summer, so my boyfriend Gale is throwing a party at his house. He throws a lot of parties, so does his friends, and I'm sure they will this summer too. Gale always asks me if I can buy the liqour because my foster parents are pretty rich and I don't really use the money that they give and I really don't care on spending it on that. I actually don't buy a lot of stuff, barely anything really. I'm still not used to being rich, and don't think that I ever will be, because I am not letting it effect me. My dad always used to say that materialism doesn't make you happier, so I kind of have just sticked with that.

I get a text from Christian saying where I am going to pick Peeta up and which flight he is taking, plus a little side note that I need to behave nicely and don't ask him about why he's here.

I roll my eyes and drive the directions Christian texted me.

I walk out of my car and to the door that says 'arrivals' and wait.

I wait for a long time before the flight from New Orleans arrives.

I was told to look after a blond guy my age, but that was a shitty description because I see quite a few guys around my age with blond hair here.

"Katniss?" A boy that comes up to me asks. My eyes shift up to the ashy dark blonde guy that asked me a question. His hair is a mess of waves on his head, pushed back off of his forehead and his eyes are clear blue. My eyes travel down his grey t-shirt and black pants. I feel like I've seen him before, but I have abselutely no idea from where.