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Peeta's pov
Peeta had never minded feeling invisible, and when they started calling him stupid names he tried looking the other way and focus on his school work. Most of the time, they would leave him alone and aside from Cato’s dirty looks and occasional comments on his appearance he had his peace, but that ended when she came to school. It was in the middle of his senior year and let’s face it, who changes schools so briefly before graduating?
The first time she stepped into the building and he caught sight of her raven hair and her silver eyes he knew he was a goner. And during those brief days when she was a nobody, he tried again and again to get his shit together and just talk to her, but when he saw her talking and laughing with Cato a few days later, he knew his chances were as good as non-existent.
But when she sat down beside him in art class a few hours later that day, it was the first time he made a fool of himself in front of her. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her silver ones. They were fascinating, glittering with a spark and a hint of green in them, just beautiful.
“Hey, I’m Katniss.” She extended his hand to Peeta.
For a moment he couldn’t do anything but stare at her face while she rose one eyebrow playfully and gave him a brilliant half smirk. “Are you okay over there?”
Peeta wanted so desperately to say something, but he still couldn’t bring his mouth to cooperate with his mind, so he just nodded and smiled at her.
Suddenly a look of concern crossed her face and Peeta finally found his voice. “Yes, sorry. I kind of just got lost it my thoughts, I guess.” He finally took her hand to shake it. “I’m Peeta.”
A melodic chuckle escaped her throat. “I didn’t scare you off or anything, did I?”
“Nope, I uh… I’m just not used to any kind of attention. Don’ take it personally.” He blushed lightly. Why was he telling this to a complete stranger? Who was by the way easily able to take his breath away with something as simple as a smile. Something had to be wrong with him, he was normally not that chatty, or talking to anyone in general.
Just as Katniss was about to answer, something hit Peeta on the forehead and he immediately focused on the blond boy who was sitting a few rows ahead of him. Peeta shot him a dirty look, but opted to say nothing else.
“Hey, Kat? Why are you sitting with that loser over there? I’m sure Delly over here wouldn’t mind switching places with you!” Cato gave Katniss a triumphant smile and Peeta’s stomach sunk. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with any more stupid comments from Cato if Katniss switched places with Delly. He expected her to move, but instead she kept her gaze focused on him. “I think I’ll be alright where I am, right Peeta?”
He didn’t dare to answer, but when she complimented him on his drawing sometime during the lesson, he wasn’t able to wipe the grin off his face for the rest of the day.
Over the next few weeks Peeta didn’t see much of Katniss, save for art class, because she spent the rest of her time with Cato’s clique and Peeta’s goal was to stay away from them as far as possible for the rest of the school year. But once in a while he could feel her eyes on him in the cafeteria, or sometimes when he made his way out of school, but he never had the guts to look at her too, let alone smile at her.
The time until their annual masquerade ball drew closer and even though Peeta had never planned attending, just like the years before, his mother insisted and even gave him some money to rent a nice tux. He didn’t know what to do, on the one hand it would be his last chance to attend, but on the other hand he wouldn’t have a date and there was nothing worse than attending alone.
2 days before the event, he decided to pay a visit to it really quick, get some pictures and then spent the rest of his evening at Sae’s, at least his mother would he happy and he would be able to say that he tried if someone asked him about it in the future.
While getting ready, the thought of this being supposed to be a special moment in his life and how most of the other boys where probably giddy with excitement about who they were going to take to the hotel with them after the ball, crossed his mind but he quickly dismissed it. At least it was better than thinking about who Katniss would attend with, or who the lucky guy who got to take her home was.
Half an hour after taking a few pictures, kissing his mom goodbye and sitting in the parking lot for another 10 minutes, he was finally able to get his shit together and enter the building. Peeta had to admit that the hall looked fabulous and that the decoration team had done a wonderful job. Another thing he quickly noticed was that because of the masks, everyone was required to wear, the atmosphere was much more relaxed and laid back.
Peeta spent the first half an hour wandering aimlessly through the hall and once in a while he caught himself checking for Katniss, but he didn’t seem to be able to spot her anywhere. His gut told her that she was probably off making out with some popular boy and the mere thought of it made him want to leave, but he promised himself to stay for at least an hour.
He was just getting himself another cup of soda when he felt another presence and turned to face the person standing next to him. He sucked in a deep breath as soon as he took in her appearance. She was breathtaking, wearing a floor length silvery gown which matched her eyes perfectly. There was no mistake that it was Katniss, because if it wasn’t for the typical braid which always gav her away, he would recognize those eyes anywhere.
Katniss turned to face him and gave him a warm smile. “Hello, stranger.” She didn’t seem to notice that it was him and he visibly relaxed.
Peeta figured that since she had no idea who he was, he could try something different for once. Instead of answering, he took her hand in hers and pressed his lips against it. After releasing it again, he gave her a dashing smile. “Hello, my lady.”
When he looked at her again, she had a rosy tint on her cheeks and he could feel warmth surging through his body. She was stunning, and he decided to be bold just for once.
Without saying anything else, he grabbed her hand and led her out to the dance floor. When he noticed that the look on her face was blank his face fell a little. “This is okay, right?” His voice was hesitant and he hoped she would be able to hear him over the sound of the music.
A few seconds later, she broke out into a huge smile. “Yes, yes or course. Sorry, I was just baffled.” She laid her hands around his neck and he gingerly did the same around her waist.
Peeta was never a good dancer, damn he never had anyone to dance with really, but as soon as they started swaying to the music he could feel himself relax a bit and she gave him a reassuring smile. He tried to think of something to say to her, but Katniss seemed comfortable enough with the silence between them.
Peeta didn’t notice that the song had changed until Katniss moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. A shudder ran down his spine and he hoped that she wouldn’t be able to feel the racing of his heart. At first, he didn’t dare to move. “I would like another one, you know.” Her breath against his neck was warm and a huge smile spread across his face. Peeta puller her body closer to his and started moving again.
They must have remained like that for what seemed like an eternity, because the next thing he knew was the DJ announcing a break and the people who were moving away from them.
“You wanna get something to drink?” He asked when she moved away from him, not wanting for their time together to end already. Instead of answering, she gave him a brilliant smile and took his hand. At first he was confused as to where she would lead him, but when they stepped outside and the warm June air hit his face he gave her a grateful smile.
“Perfect idea, I could use some fresh –“, he was suddenly interrupted by a pair of warm lips against his and a surprised yelp escaped him. At first he remained still, but when he felt her tongue running along his lower lip he could help but allow her access into his mouth. A surge or electricity surged through him as her tongue met his and he couldn’t help but throw his arms around her waist and press her body against his.
He didn’t care about anyone seeing them, or about the fact that she had no idea that it was him. All he cared about was Katniss’ soft lips against his.
When they finally broke away from each other he had a huge smile on his face. “Katniss…I...I” she didn’t allow him to finish but pulled his mask away instead.
As soon as his face was visible, a confused expression appeared on her face and he could feel all the warmth draining from his body.
“Peeta?!” Her voice still rang in his ears long after he had run away from her.
to be continued…