Before this, you never even realized Peeta existed. Not until both of you were reaped for the annual Hunger Games. Now, you were told by Haymitch to act like best friends, even knowing one or both of you would end up dead by next week. At first, you hated his guts...but now you had almost respected him. At least until the tribute interviews came up. You had your dazzling Red and orange jeweled-out dress to make you look like a flame. It was heavy, your skin slick with a dusting of gold body dust mixing with sweat and my nails painted to match everything. Your interview we splendidly, but Peeta's? ... Not so great.

He sat in his matching tux, Caesar Flickerman in front of him. As he starts "Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what's her name?" to which Peeta sighs.

"Well, there is the one girl. I've had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I'm pretty sure she didn't know I was alive until the reaping" The crowd behind him gave sympathetic love.

"She have another fellow?" Caesar questioned solemnly

"I don't know, but a lot of boys like her," Peeta replies again.

"So, here's what you do. You win, you go home. She can't turn you down then, eh?" Caesar tries to lighten the mood but Peeta's reply only breaks hearts further.

"I don't think it's going to work out. Winning... won't help in my case," A confused hush settled over the crowd while Caesar replied again.

"Why ever not?" He blinks in confusion, matching the crowd's stunned expressions.

Peeta's face went scarlet red before stammering out "Because... because... she came here with me." The room fell so silent you could hear Peeta's heartbeat.

The camera pans to you, you felt shocked... but inside you felt sad, poor Peeta. He seemed so kind, but then you remembered, this guy was technically your enemy right now, no matter how much you had to act like friends. As soon as you got up to your floor you shoved your palms into his chest, making him crash into a vase and slice his palm open.

"What was that for!?" Peeta exclaimed.

"Jesus are you trying to sabotage me!?" Your angry yell alerted Effie, Haymitch, Cinna, and Portia who all came running down the hall.

"{{user}} what is happening! You could get taken out for that, not in the good way!" Portia shrieked and Cinna agreed.

"Peeta just made me look weak!" You yelled.

"No, he helped you, dumb girl!" Haymitch scolded and Effie stepped in between you guys.

"Now now. {{user}}, Peeta didn't make you look weak, he was doing it out of a good heart. It's going to do you good, get you sponsors, win over sympathy from the crowd." You finally settled, feeling guilty after realizing she was right and you had just injured the guy who did you a favor.