Hunger Games (reversed)

Chapter 7

Peeta's pov

Day 1 of training is finally over. I fall on to my bed and close my eyes. 

"Let's move on, its not like we can frost someone to death," Katniss attacks. 

"Don't be so spitten, you'll never know what we'll be against in the arena untill we are actually inside of it," I respond staying calm. 

The situation plays in my head from earlier today. Why is Katniss so.... difficult? I mean kissing my cheek 2 nights ago now throwing rude comments on me back and forth? She really has her a type of magnificence to her. All the guys back home were too scared to talk to her and admit their crushes on Katniss, but I thought I never really paid attention to her too much. Our conversation last dinner though, showed me maybe I did notice Katniss and her braids... Her squirrels, her skills with a bow and arrow, her braids, I didn't mention that one but now that I think about it, they were always in two when she was little but once she entered highschool she started wearing her hair in one. 

I drift to bed not even attending dinner. I need some sleep before another day of training tomorrow.

So the next three days go the same as the first. Katniss and I go station to station, only advoiding weight lifting and archery saving those until our private sessions. 

The Gamemakers have been watching us since the first day. They sit, talk, eat and take notes on us on the elevated floor that surrounds the gymnasium. Its about 25 of them, all dressed in the same, purple robes. I've looked up several times to find one or more staring at me. I've also noticed this by Katniss. But why? 

We eat breakfast and dinner on our floor, but forced to eat lunch in a room set off the gymnasium. The Careers eat together in a tense circle looking superior as always. The other tributes, including Katniss and I, eat alone. We usually sit in silence, but I don't mind. One of the days, I started to talk about bread. The Capitol makes sure to include things from each distract. Under the rolls of breads made from 11, you'll see the basket weaved with seaweed from 4. We made up a short conversation about it until I tell her to keep talking while I laugh. Haymitch's order about being friendly and unserperable really drains me out. Ever since Katniss slammed the door, there's something in the air between us. 

I tell her a story about the bakery back home and she laughs and asks me questions. She's better at this then I am. 

The next day I find a little girl from District 11 behind us. "I think we have a shadow," I whisper. Katniss turns around and stares at the little girl for a long time. Hurt crosses her face. "I think her name's Rue," I say slightly. Katniss bites her lip. 

"What can we do about it?" Katniss hisses. Again, why so harsh? 

"Nothing to do," I say and step back. "Just making conversation." 

Rue joins us at a few stations, but we don't make any words with her.

Back on our twelfe floor, Haymitcha and Effie hammers us wanting answers to all their questions about our day. They both have endless ideas on how to whip us into shape for the games. They throw limitless directions on what we should and should not do. Katniss seems to get a little frustrated, but I stay calm which helps her. 

Katniss and I are walking back to our rooms after our dinner night two, when she leans in a whispers,"Someone needs to give Haymitch a drink." 

I chuckle at first and realize this is just another one of her games. I have to stay away from her when we aren't in front of a crowd. At least when we're in the arena, she won't be my problem anymore. "Stop prentending when there's no one around." 

"Oh," Katniss says tiredly. Conversations are only made in front of people now. 

The last day of training we get called out of lunch for our private sessions in front of the Gamemakers. Boy first, then girl, in order from our district's number. I still don't know what I'm going to do.

When I rise from my seat when my name is called, Katniss talks. "Remember what Haymitch said about being sure to throw the weights." 

"Thanks, I will." I say a little harsh. "You..." I linger on what to say. "Shoot straight." Katniss nods. I enter the gymnasium and none of the Gamemakers are even paying attention. They have a huge feast laid ouot for them and each one is in their conversation of their own. Laughing, drinking, eating while I'm waiting for their attention. I don't really blame them, they've been here for hours. They're bored, tired and most of them drunk. They want to go home more than anything probably.

I feel obligated to speak up, be loud, but I know I would regret that when they release our scores tonight. So instead I pick up the weights and throw like I was told. I also work a little with the knives, since I'm not too bad with those. After about 10 minutes of this, the Gamemakers announce I can leave. So much for showing them what I can do, they barely looked at me.

I walk back to the elevator and go back up to our floor. I think about how Katniss's session must be going. I'm sure she flung her arrow one time and they were amazed. She is amazing. I mean, with a bow and arrow. They must be totally intrigued. I wish I had a talent that could amaze everyone. I'm just boring old Peeta who can throw a weight across a gymnasium. 

Why do I care anyways? Its not like I'll be coming home from the Games. The days I have here, are the last I'll ever have.

I really like writing these chapters!! I hope you guys like them too! Vote and comment! Do you want Katniss or Peeta's pov next?

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