A little fight

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Every time I glance at Peeta my heart flutters but I still can't get over that red mark on his face that Delly made.

"Is your cheek ok, Peeta?" I ask worried.

"It's alright," he says obviously lying.

"No it's not," I say walking over to him and grabbing his face.

I lightly touch the spot and he flinche.

It's going to bruise.

"It's going to be bruised," I say worried.

"It's going to be ok," he says.

"How will your mom react?" I ask.

"Oh she will call Delly's mom and tell at her. She HATES Delly, actually my whole family does," he says smiling.

"I guess that's a good thing," I whisper and let go of his face.

"Yea I guess so," he says.

####Skip 3 days######

We walk back into the stupid school on Monday ready to start a new jail cycle.

As soon as me, Annie, Jo, ad Finn walk in we can sense something's about to go down.

"Oh crap," Annie whispers.

"S**** about to go down," Jo says excited.

We hear high pitched screams and yells.

I throw a look towards Jo and we start walking faster.

We reach the screams and not a moment to soon.

"Your a f****** s*** you f****** b****," Delly screams kicking into the ribs of a beautiful girl with green eyes.

One look at Jo and I know we have to help.

I charge right up to Delly and kick her 6 inch heels right out from under her.

"So what'd they do this time, blink?" I ask in fury.

I see Annie helping the girl to the bathroom.

"No she f***** asked my man for a pencil," she spits back.

"Who is 'your' man? Just a couple days ago you were huggin all up on Peeta," I say finding all of this way to funny.

"His name is Blight," she spits.

"Oh so is it illegal to ask someone for a pencil?" I ask.

"Uh," she stutters.

"Hmmm," I say walking over to someone in the hallway.

"Do you have a pencil I can borrow?" I ask politely to the man.

"Um no I don't, I'm sorry," he says.

"Oh completely fine," I say smiling.

I see him hook arms with a girl and they walk off smiling and laughing.

"See did that girl beat me up over a freaking pencil?" I ask.

"Well, no but she's not me!" she yells.

"And if we had another Delly around this place we would all surly be deaf," I say walking away to find Jo and Annie.

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