Okay, now, I've written a couple of oneshots for Hunger Games and I thought that I might try a multi-chapter as well. I'm really busy and I already have a few stories going and several ideas for more so I sort of just go with the one that has the most reviewers as they are what encourage me to continue writing! So I'll just see how this one does, and if it gets enough attention I'll carry it on—probably about ten or so reviews. So I hope you guys enjoy it! If I do carry this on, I will definitely be moving the rating up to M after several chapters.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the characters.

Sounds of music, laughing, shouting and off key singing could be heard for miles around as the party in the two storied house raged on. There were cars lined down the driveway and up the street, and intoxicated teenagers littered the large front law. They were leaned against cars, tongued down one anothers throats and hands down pants. Others had glass bottled filled with alcohol and cigarettes between their fingers—several with something slightly more potent than tobacco. Around the back of the house was a pool filled with scantily clad girls and boys in their briefs if togs weren't available. One particularly drunk girl was seated in the shallow end of the pool, on the lap of a brunette boy who had his arms around her waist and one hand under her bikini bottoms, while she faced a blonde boy, her own hand buried in his pants. Inside people were grinding against each other, several couples were in dark corners, completely oblivious to the people around them. Standing at the base of the stairway leading upstairs were three boys. A couple of girls were hanging around them, looking at them coyly and rubbing their breasts against them. While it was clear the boys liked the attention, they were more interested in talking and laughing among themselves, and drinking. A girl who looked a bit younger than them stumbled in front of the stairs, tripping and grasping at whatever or whoever was closest to her—Finnick Odair. He quickly steadied her and sent her on her way, unabashedly checking her out as she wound her way into the crowd.

"Easy man, pretty sure she's not our age," Peeta Mellark laughed. Finnick shrugged and grinned.

"Hey, the young ones aren't my type, but I don't mind looking if they're on display," he tilted his bottle in the direction the blonde had disappeared. "She was a pretty little thing, some perv's going to be after her tonight." Their third, Thresh Dillard, gave a one shouldered shrug.

"Well if she's too young to handle her liquor she shouldn't be here," he nodded at a girl who was dancing up against her friend, both girls clearly on more than alcohol from the way their eyes were shining. "Now that is the kind of female I want to be in." He smirked at his friends before disappearing in the crowd. Peeta glanced at Finnick.

"When's your girl getting here?"

"Dinner with the parents and her sisters in laws, so possibly not until later," the blonde scrunched up his nose. "She asked me to come, and I probably should have, but her rents are just so stuffy. God, all proper and shit," he groaned. "So you hooking up with Glimmer again tonight or what?"

"See how things go," Peeta grinned. "That girl has been staring at me all night." He nodded across the room at a brunette who gave him a little smile in return. "She's got a nice rack." Finnick considered it for a moment.

"Annie's is better," he stated.

"Dude," Peeta laughed and punched him on the shoulder lightly. "It's pathetic how whipped you are." Finnick just shrugged, grinning easily. They stayed quiet for a moment before Peeta let out a hiss through his teeth. "Okay, that brunette…" he smirked at his friend. "I am not letting something with tits that great have the possibility of getting away."

"Go get her man," Finnick rolled his eyes, seeking out a couple of boys from their football team who were setting up beer pong in the trashed kitchen. The two parted ways and zoned in on their targets. Peeta hadn't seen the brunette before, she must have been from one of the neighbouring schools.

"Peeta," he introduced himself, holding out a hand. She grinned up at him, shifting slightly and pushing those amazing breasts together, creating cleavage that made Peeta's mouth water.

"Leila," she replied, returning the handshake.

"I haven't seen you around before?" Peeta phrased it more as a question than a statement. Most girls liked to have a conversation before clothes started coming off, and he didn't mind enduring a little small talk if it meant having those tits in his hands and that on his. He tuned out her babbling, making non committal noises every now and then before finally realizing she had fallen silent and was looking up at him expectantly. "So, do you want to?"

"Sorry, it's so loud," Peeta feigned innocence. "What'd you say?" She leaned in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear and her breasts pressed purposefully against his arm.

"I said," her voice dropped an octave. "Do you wanna go upstairs?" Peeta smirked, putting his hand at the small of her back and leading her up the stairs. Clearly, neither of them had ever been there before, because the first door they opened was a cupboard and the second was a bathroom. Punched in the corner, near the shower, was a guy Peeta knew from school and didn't particularly like, Cato Alanor. He had some girl pressed up against the wall, obstructed from their view, and Peeta quickly shut the door. They had more luck with the next one, a darkened room with a double bed calling out to them. The girl was on him as soon as he shut the door, her tongue in his mouth and her hands pulling at his belt. He went straight for her top, pulling away from her for a moment to rip it over her head and then his fingers expertly unclasped her bra.

Leila sighed against his mouth as he took her breasts into his hands and the pads of his thumbs flicked over her pebbled nipples. Peeta felt himself hardening as she pulled his pants down and her hand gripped him, quickly stroking him until he was fully erect. He continued to palm her breasts, one hand dropping and finding its way into under her skirt and into her underwear, pushing aside the flimsy material and sliding his fingers into her. He could automatically that she must do this often, given how loose she was. His fingers pumped in and out of her as she grinded her hips down on his hand, her own hand moving along his arousal. He felt her nearing her climax when there was a loud thud and a shout next door. Peeta tried to ignore it—probably the boyfriend of whoever Cato was screwing. But then the shouting picked up again—a female voice this time—and he felt a thump on the wall behind him.

"Fuck," Peeta hissed. The girl with him looked up questioningly, obviously not bothered by the noise. "I'll just find out what's going on," he muttered, shoving himself back in his pants and doing up his fly. He slipped out of the room and into the hallway, where a tall, dark haired boy was standing, eyes flashing as he held Cato firmly against the wall, his forearm pressed threateningly to his throat.

Boyfriend, Peeta assumed.

"You fucking perverted fucking asshole!" Came a growl from whoever was in the bathroom—highly likely the female who was shouting, although he wasn't sure how she came into the equation. Peeta neared them and was shot a glare from the dark haired. It was then Peeta recognized who it was, Gale Hawthorne, a guy who had graduated the previous year. He had been popular at school, and Peeta knew that Gale was always the centre of attention whenever he showed up at one of these high school parties.

Cato had done it this time.

"Wh' the fuck you looking at, Mellark?" Cato tried to sound tough and intimidating, but given he was struggling to breathe, his words came out in gasps. Peeta cocked an eyebrow and leaned against the doorframe. Gale shot him another glare but went back to looking in the bathroom. Cato struggled and Gale's grip slipped. The blonde stumbled away from the older boy, and someone shot out of the bathroom, lunging at him. He collapsed against the opposite wall at the force, and Peeta saw his attacker was a girl with long, dark hair.

"You think you can just take advantage of drunk, little girls? You think you have that fucking right, asshole?" She shouted, fists flying. Peeta cringed as he heard a crack, undoubtedly Cato's nose. The burly teenager let out a yelp, blood now pouring from his nose and split lip, and a cut over his eye. "I should fucking rip your dick off for even thinking you can go near my sister with it!"

So that was where the girl came into it. And from the way she was talking, she was honestly considering making sure Cato could never please a girl again. Cato's eyes were wide with fear—he obviously heard the all too real threat in her words as well. Peeta couldn't help but let out a snort at Cato's pathetic expression. He immediately regretted it when her grey eyes snapped toward him, hands still clenching Cato's collar.

"Oh, so you think this is fucking funny, do you?" She hissed. He frowned and opened his mouth to retort when Leila appeared behind him, her shirt half open and only just covering her breasts. The girl with the furious grey eyes sneered up at him. "All you fucking Prom Kings are the same," she growled. She released Cato and went back into the bathroom, arms reaching out. Peeta went to take a step forward, mainly out of curiosity, and received a warning look from Gale that made him stop where he was. Something about the girl looked familiar, although he couldn't quite place her. She came back out into the hallway a moment later, arms wrapped protectively around a smaller girl with blonde hair. When the blonde girl raised her head, Peeta saw that it was the blonde who had tripped in front of him and his friends downstairs, and they had joked about her age. Now, with a ripped shirt and tear stained cheeks, he saw just how young she looked, and he instantly felt guilty.

"Hey, if you need—"

"Don't touch me!" She snapped at him as Peeta reached out to help her. He snapped his hands away, quickly shoving them into his pockets. The whole commotion had attracted a bit of attention—including Finnick, who must have come up to tell him he was leaving with Annie. The girls eyes flashed as she took the audience in and she looked as though she was going to pounce. Gale leaned forward and said something soft in her ear, and she visibly took a calming breath, her grip tightening on her sister. She turned her glare back to Peeta, who quickly stepped aside for the trio. He couldn't help but take the girl in, getting a good view of her ass in the tight, black jeans she was wearing. He liked a nice, rounded ass even more than good pair of tits. And the girl with the flashing eyes and sharp tongue had one hell of an ass. At Gale's glare, everyone parted, and Peeta met the eyes of a few of his curious friends. Once the three had disappeared, he saw Glimmer Mitchell looking between him and Leila with narrowed eyes. He ignored her—couldn't be fucked with her clingy shit right now. He'd already been verbally attacked by one female tonight, he wasn't going to put himself through a second round. Finnick snickered when he saw a bloodied Cato on the ground, trying to pull himself to his feet. He came over to Peeta with raised eyebrows as the crowd disappeared.

"Gotta love any run in with Katniss," he smirked. The name was unusual and Peeta frowned, recognizing the name.

"She go to our school?" He asked. Finnick raised his eyebrows even higher.

"She's gone to our school forever. I'm pretty sure she's in all your classes, as well. She's smoking hot but she's, uh, got a bit of a reputation," he shrugged.

"As in, she's a slut?"

"Uh," Finnick pursed his lips. "I dunno. I guess? She's just…Damaged goods."

Damaged goods.

That would explain the vicious words and the violent temper.

Didn't explain why his mind wandered to her more than once while he was underneath Leila, her legs straddling him and her breasts in his hands.

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