Author's Note; This is fanfic that will be very close to me as this is basically something i've been through, so I hope you like it and if this first chapter gets a good enough response, I will keep writing. Please review and let me know what you think.

Have you ever heard of love at first sight? I never used to believe in it myself. That was until I saw Katniss Everdeen. We hadn't spoken before and to be honest I didn't even know her before my friends pointed her out. I've just come back from spending a year living abroad, I had come to the same school before I left and have been lucky enough to be accepted in again but I'm guessing that is because I'm well known by a few of the teachers. My friends Finnick and Thresh had pointed her out as she had actually came from where I lived that year. It was like I was instantly attracted to her, even though her eyes flitted to mine for about half a second. The way she was smiling at one of her friends as she looked at me so it looked like she was smiling at me. Her chocolate hair was artistically weaved into a beautifully complex French plait; a single strand had fallen out and was hanging across her face. I wanted to talk to her. I couldn't stop thinking about her all day but I didn't see her again to talk to her and I was always looking out for a glimpse of her. It took me a week to actually start a conversation with her, I though it would be really awkward but conversation flowed so easily and there wasn't a single silence. We talked and talked and talked on end for weeks and became really close and it had me believing that we could actually become something more. I could imagine the perfect-ness of us being together, picture us walking across the beach together and holding hands, walking with our feet in the water, cuddling on the sofa watching a film but apparently that wasn't on the cards. Even today, three years since the first time I first saw her, I still love her. It's a feeling that comes and goes. We wouldn't talk for months on end and I would feel like I'd moved on and was over her but even if we had the simplest of conversations, I would fall for her all over again, no matter how much I tried to avoid it. Of course I've had girlfriends in-between but none that have lasted past a month and none of them giving me the same uplifting feeling that she gives me. I've thought about confessing my feelings to her many a time but I've never found the right time or the right words, or even the courage to.

"Peeta stop looking at her." Finnick's whispering voice pulls me out of my trail of thought. I look around to him and see he is smirking at me as. He's sitting next to me in our English class. I hadn't even realised but he was right, I was watching the back of Katniss, who was sitting a couple of rows in front of me. Her hair is down today, falling in waves down her back. How can she still be having this effect on me? That she can pull me into a trance without having to do anything and without me even realising. I shift in my seat, feeling myself starting to blush at being caught looking at her.

"Is there anything wrong Mr. Mellark?" The high pitched voice of Miss Trinket, our English teacher rings out from the front of our classroom.

"Erm no.. no miss Trinket." I quickly mutter out as the eyes of all my class mates turn to me, making me feel uncomfortable and blushing even more. I turn my own gaze down to look at my books on the table to avoid everyone's stares. I hear Trinket continue her lecture on Romeo and Juliet so I chance a look back up to see if she is the new focus. Thankfully she is for everyone except one, she smiles at me softly and before I can return it, Katniss turns back around to face the front. There it is again, the warm feeling that grows in my chest and in that small moment I know she has me hooked once more. I hear a groan from my left and turn to Finnick to see him roll his eyes and sorrowfully shake his head. He knows exactly what's happened without even needing to speak to me. Finnick has been my friend even before I left the school, we've known each other for ten years and we know each other like brothers. He is somewhat of a girl magnet, with his green eyes and perfectly styled bronze coloured hair. We are both on the football team but he has a much more athletic build than I do, so yeah, a girl magnet. I only met Thresh once I came back to school as he was friends with Finnick but I had seen him around before. Thresh and I are no where near as close as Finnick and I are but he is still a great friend.

The school bell goes off signalling the end of the lesson and we all start to pack our things up and grab our bags from under the table. I pick up my hoodie from on the back of my chair and pull it on, then from my bag strap over my head and head to the door. We file out into the English plaza and I wait for Finnick to come out. Person after person spill out from the class and each glance at me before they head of in different directions for the lunch break. Katniss is the next to come out, talking with her friend Gale. Gale and Katniss are always together and a rage of jealousy shoots through me. Nobody knows what kind of relationship they actually have, whether they are just friends or if there is a possibility for them to be more, either way they are always together. I can't stand to look at him smiling and laughing with her so I turn my attention to some of the displays littered on the walls.

"Are you ok?" The most beautiful voice hits my ears and I turn back around to see Katniss standing beside me and Gale walking off towards the doors, glancing back as he goes. She is slightly shorter than me and her grey eyes are reflecting the lights of the room, making them look like they are shining.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. You?" I reply slightly cautious.

"I'm good too. You just seem a bit….off today." She says and is it me or is there a shimmer of concern in her voice? Probably not, I'm probably just looking to deep into things like I usually do.

"Yeah, I've just got some things on my mind." I reply honestly. I actually have been having problems at home, the basis of it is that my mother is a psychopath.

"Well, if you ever need to talk about it, you can talk to me." She smiles up at me and I want to believe her but these kind of lines are normally open gestures and out of everyone, I don't want her knowing how fucked up my life is.

"Thanks you, it means a lot." I return her smile and with a nod of her head, she slowly turns around and walks off in the direction that Gale had gone. I sigh to myself wishing I wasn't so nervous around her so we could talk longer but I guess it's better than nothing.

"Come on bro, we need to talk." Finnick pats me on the back and we start walking to the route to the field, where we normally go to eat our lunch.