Catching Fire: You and Me

Chapter 15:

A/N: hey guys so i am deeply sorry that i have not updated anything in so long. this is because i have been just so bust on my other accounts. but here we go! hoping to make this chapter very long.

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Catillia's POV:

"now. you know you cant hurt people yet, right?" Peeta says wrapping his arms around my waist.

i smile.

"yeah i know." i say. i mean as long as no one crosses me or starts asking questions i'll be fine. but ill alsp be making mental notes of who needs to be picked off first from what they say. and seeing as no one knows that im over 5 months pregnant i wont run into any problems with that.

Cinna comes in and has me lift my shirt to cover up my stomach. he tapes one end of the wrap to my side and starts wrapping it around my tummy, pulling it tight at the end and taping it down. "now i made your shirt a tiny bit larger but with the bandage you'll look totally noirmal." he tells me walking back out and into the hall.

i get bored so i decide to put on some makeup. one thing ive mastered unlike Capitol citizens is how to aply makeup so it doesnt look like your wearing any. it merley highlights your features in a very natural way. i sneak Cinna's cosmetic bag and pull out a brush and a tin of mineral foundation applying it evenly to my face. followed by lining my eyes by adding a thin layer of caramel colored eyeliner undermy eyes, making them really pop. next i do smoky eyes with brown colors and smudging some white eye shadow around my crease. i lay on a thick coat of the fiber extension mascara and smile at the finished product looking back at me in the mirror.

Peeta comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist dripping wet and tries to hug me. "Peeta, put some clothes on." i say rolling my eyes.

"you wish!" he says kissing me slowly on the lips.

"vous êtes un imbécile" i insult him.

"did i just hear imbicile?" he says, with a faulty hurt expression.

"maybe!" i say smirking and pecking his lips once.

he picks me up and drops me on the bed, messing up my hair which i just braided.

"con!" i hiss.

and by now i think he has picked up on the fact that that means asshole.

i go to my drawer next to the bed to retrive my mockingjay pin from where i left it last night. when i open it i start gagging at the horrid smell eminating from within the cabinet. i fall onto the floor gasping for air at my little gift. Peeta sees me and his eyes practically pop out of his head. he rushes to me and starts freaking out, holding my hand and asking whats wrong even though i cant tell him while also dealing with my slight dying!

"ou- ou-out-outs-outside!" i choke out barely.

he scoops me up in his arms and runs out of the room as fast as he can. when we get into the hall i collapse into his arms and start hypervenalating at the sudden excess of air at my expense.

"what the hell just happend!" he cries wrapping me in a tight embrace.

"mort blanche. white roses. the white death..." i say softly. "i'm alergic to them. too much exposure and i could die. Snow left one in my drawer..." i add angrily.

"how does he know that?" Peeta asks.

"he has access to like everything in the world. which mean- Effie!!" i blurt out racing down the hall.

"Effie i need a phone like right now!" i say shoving some creme breulé down my throat followed by some earl grey tea.

"here. why do you need it so much?" she questions handing me her iphone 4.