author’s note- So I would like to apologize for completley neglecting my Peeta Pov story. I have had a bunch going on, and I started a gale’s pov called “through his eyes” and forgot about it. So here is the next chapter, and I promise to never go this long without posting again.
As soon as I’m back on my floor, I’m bombarded with questions from Portia and Effie until Haymitch steps in to push them back to let me have some space.
“So, what score do you think you will get?” asks Haymitch.
“Honestly?” I ask, remembering the way no one was paying attention to me. Haymitch nods, and suddenly gets very serious. “I don’t even think they were paying attention to me. My score could range from 2 to 10.” He nods.
“They never pay attention to my tributes. They’re always tired and bored by the time 12 gets there, and they know most of the time we’re not even that good.” The elevator door opens, and Katniss runs out as soon as she can squeeze herself through the door. “Katniss,” Haymitch says, ready to question her, but she just runs past us all and goes straight to her room. We can hear her crying, and I suddenly have the urge to comfort her. I just want to go straight to her room and talk hug her and protect her, but I can’t do that. She can’t know. But I can console her. I can find out what happened, and possibly help her.
“I’ll go talk to her.” Haymitch smiles and nods. He’s obviously picked up on my feelings for her. Sometimes he makes me so angry, but I know he is mine and Katniss’ only hope in the games. I lightly knock on her door, but all I hear is more crying. So, I knock harder.
“Go away Haymitch!” She screams. Haymitch?
“This isn’t Haymitch. I just want to talk about what happened.” No reply. Did she even hear me? Forget it. Effie will get her for dinner. I can see her then. I walk back to the main room with Effie, Portia, Cinna, and Haymitch.
“Did she come around?” Haymitch asks, and I’m about to answer him, but I look at his face and see a a constant sarcastic smirk. I scowl in his direction, and go back to my room. I don’t know how long I’m in there, and I don’t even remember what I was thinking about, Effie comes and knocks on the door, calling me to dinner.
“Is Katniss out of her room yet?” I ask Effie when I come outside my door. She shakes her head no.
“I’m going to try to get her to come to dinner.” I nod, and go to the dining room where everyone except Effie and Katniss is waiting on me. I sit down, and the adults start to make small talk. I just sit quietly and try to hear everything that might protain to me. Katniss walks in and takes the seat across from me. I look at her a couple times, but she just keeps her head down. The adults start talking again. Something about the weather. When I look back up, Katniss has started looking at me. I raise my eyes in a question sense, as if to saywhat happened?She just shakes her head.
“Okay, so enough small talk. Just how bad were you today?”
Knowing Katniss doesn’t want to talk, I jump in immediatley. Not caring whether I did good or not. It won’t matter. I don’t plan on coming home anyway. “I don’t know that it mattered. By the time I showed up, no one even bothered to look at me.” I think back to my demonstration, and I think I remember someone singing. They were drunk. “They were singing some kind of drinking song, I think. So, I threw around some heavy objects until they told me I could go.” I look at Katniss, and it seems that she has relaxed a little.
“And you, sweetheart?” Asks Haymitch.
“I shot an arrow at the gamemakers.” She says. It takes me a moment to process what she just said. She said it so nonchalantly that I didn’t even realize how bad that could be for a moment. Everyone else has stopped eating.
“You what?” asks effie.
“I shot an arrow at them. Not exactly at them. In their direction. It’s like Peeta said, I was shooting and they were ignoring me and I just… I just lost my head, so I shot an apple out of their stupid roast pig’s mouth.”
“And what did they say,” Cinna asks, obviously a little worried about the answer she is about to give.
“Nothing. or I don’t know. I walked out after that.”
“Without being dismismissed?” Effie’s voice has reached a high pitch level that could hurt a dog’s ears.
“I dismissed myself,” she says.
“Well that’s that,” says Haymitch who continues to butter his role.
“Do you think they will arrest me?” Katniss asks, worried.
“Doubt it. Be a pain to replace you at this stage,” says Haymitch.
“What about my family? Will they punish them?” So that’s what all the tears were about. I knew Katniss wouldn’t cry unless there was a serious reason, and Katniss values her familly above everything else. If they were in danger, I can see why she would be crying over something she did to possibly put them in that danger.
“Don’t think so. Wouldn’t make much sense. See, they’d have to reveal what happened in the training center for it to have any worthwhile effect on the population. People would need to know what you did. But they can’t since it’s a secret, so it’d be a waste of effort. More than likely they’ll make your life hell in the arena.” Says Haymitch.
“Well, they’ve already promised to do that to us anyway,” I say, finally interjecting myself into the conversation.
“Very true,” says Haymitch. “What were their faces like?” He says smiling. I look back at Katniss, and it seems we have more than helped her situation.
“Shocked. Terrified. Uh, ridiculous, some of them. One man tripped backward into a bowl of punch.” She says, now full of pride. We all laugh, and I even see Effie trying to supress a smile.
“Well it serves them right. It’s their job to pay attention to you. And jsut because you come from District 12 is no excuse to ignore you. I’m sorry but that’s just what I think.” I’m still trying to supress a smile at the fact that Effie just said something somewhat rebellious. She of all people should be the only one discouraging Katniss, but she’s not. I’m sure that makes Katniss feel better.
“I’ll get a very bad score.” She says.
“Scores only matter if they’re very good.” Says Portia. “No one pays much attention to the bad or mediocre ones. For all they know, you could be hiding your talents to get a low score on purpose. People use that strategy.”
“I hope that’s how people interpret the 4 I’ll probably get.” I say, “If that. Really, is anything less impresive than watching a person pick up a heavy ball and throw it a couple of yards. One almost landed on my foot.” We eat, and finally it’s time to get our scores. The anticipation is killing me. We move to the sitting room, and the tv cuts on. I don’t even pay attention to the other scores. I’m just waiting on my own, and Katniss’. District twelve comes up last, as usual. My picture comes up on the screen, and under it is…
An eight! I got an eight. I don’t even know how that’s possible. Everyone in the room is congratulating me. Then Katniss’ picture comes up. The score flashing is an 11. An 11? Wow, is that even possible. Everyone is congratulating her now. Then something pops into my mind. It’s Portia’s voice. ‘No one really cares or notices the low to mediocre scores.’ Katniss and I swap congratulations to each other, and I put on the best smile I can, but even my smile looks fake. Katniss goes to bed, and I’m about to go back to my room when Haymitch stops me.
“You don’t look to happy about your score.”
“I am,” I say trying to sound as happy as I can be.
“Something wrong?” I shake my head. I really don’t want to talk to Haymitch about this. He doesn’t seem like the type that wants to be a theripist. “Then what? You upset your crush got a higher score than you?”
“No,” I shoot back at him. “Of course I’m not. I’m happy Katniss did better than me. In fact, I expected it.”
“Then why are you all mopey?”
I shake my head, but it’s obvious he isn’t letting this go. “I’m just afraid Katniss is going to be targeted by the careers and everyone else because she got such a good score.” He nods.
“Uhuh. You really like her don’t you?” he asks. I just shake my head. It’s not like he cares. “No, you really do.” suddenly his tone gets very serious. “Peeta. Do you really like her.”
“Yes,” I say finally, “I don’t know if this helps or hurts you, but I plan to get Katniss back to 12. I’m going to protect her as best I can.”
“Well that means she has an advantage,” he says smiling. But the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Like he is sad for me.
“She isn’t alone in there. We have two people working together to get her home instead of just one.” I nod.
“Okay then. We agree. You put all your effort into Katniss. I don’t want gifts. I don’t want sponsors. The point of this team is to make her look good.” He nods, and there is a feeling of hope in my chest. Maybe this could work after all. “Oh, one more thing. I want to be trained alone. I don’t want Katniss knowing.” He nods again.
“Alright. Now go to bed, boy. You’re going to need sleep.”