I wanted to make this chapter longer but it just seemed to end on its own. (: Hope its okay =\

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Luck: Chapter 3

When I woke the next morning, my mother told me that school was called off for the interviews tonight with Caesar Flickerman. I had missed the chariots last night but Prim said it was the usual coal miner outfits the tributes of our district wore. Without anything to do all day, I decide to take a walk around district twelve, not bothering to invite Gale incase he was still mad at me.

The day was overcast and cold so I grabbed my fathers jacket to wear and told Prim where I'd be incase she needed me.

After I walk about a mile, I realize that I've made my way to the bakery without even noticing. As I turn around and start walking back to my house, Peeta bursts out the front door of the shop.

"Katniss!" He shouts, chasing after me. "Hey!" he says, out of breath. "I was cleaning off the tables and saw you, I came out as soon as I could. How are you?" he asked me.

"Fine." I said briskly and started to walk away from him.

"Whats wrong?" He asked, sounding confused.

"Look maybe you should just go talk to Madge instead of buttering up her friends. You hurt people, Peeta, when you use them to get to someone else." I choke out.

"What? Madge? Katniss what are you talking about?"

I stop walking and turn around to face him. "Im talking about you using me to get to Madge!"

"Katniss I.."

"Just leave me alone Peeta!" I shout before he has time to finish.

He grabs my arm, stopping me from leaving him. "Never." He whispers and stares at me.

"I don't understand.." Im sure I look just as confused as I feel but I need to know why he is doing this.

"I know." He says simply, "You never do, I don't know why but you don't. You seem to be completely clueless and that makes it so much harder for me to explain it to you."

"Try." I say, "Try to explain it to me."

"I will but not here, its too cold. Can we go back to your house?" he asks.

For a moment I contemplate. I don't want Peeta at my house, its so small compared to his and I would be really embarrassed, but then I realize that he must already know how small my house is, he knows all about the seam and the coal-covered houses inside it. Suddenly I feel bad for thinking Peeta would be so shallow as to judge me because of my house as anyone else would. Though I barely know him, he is so much nicer than anyone would expect. So kind, kind enough to give me bread when I was starving and chocolate when I wasn't. To be a friend when I don't have many to speak of.

With these thoughts, I realize that I want Peeta at my house, I want him to tell me why he is so generous and why he makes me feel like I don't have to be so tough and defensive all the time.

"Sure" I say happily, giving him a smile, which, in itself is a miracle as I don't do that too often to people outside my family.

He seems just as happy as I am as he follows my lead and we walk away from his area of town and into mine, and I swear he must be brushing his hand against my own on purpose because there is no way you can accidentally do that four times.

Feeling brave, I grab his hand with mine and together we walk home through the cold air of noon.