Fate, or Something Like It
This is a major AU taking place in the current time. Katniss is in her 3rd year of college when she meets Peeta and goes on a journey to find true love. Everlark 3
Chapter 1: Desperate Times
I looked down at the D on my statistics test in dismay. I had studied so hard for that test and it was all for nothing. I knew that if I did not get my grade up to at least a C by the end of the semester, I was in big trouble. Statistics is a requirement for my major, so any grade lower than a C means that I will have to take the course again.
I looked up to see Professor Abernathy staring down at me.
He sighed heavily. "I'll need to speak with you after class."
I nodded back at him. I was in for it, I could just tell.
When class had ended for the day, I remained behind. Professor Abernathy walked back over to my desk, but he was not alone. Standing beside him was one of the guys in my class. He was kind of quiet, so I had never taken much notice of him until now. He had wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong build. He smiled shyly at me and I wondered if he was in the same boat that I was.
"Miss Everdeen, this is Peeta Mellark. I have asked him to tutor you. He is one of my best students and I think that he could really help you out in this class." Oh, so this guy was going to tutor me?
I looked over at Peeta and I swear that he blushed. Yeah, like he had something to be embarrassed about. Not.
"Well, I leave you kids to figure something out," Professor Abernathy said as he exited the room.
"Hey Katniss," Peeta smiled at me.
"Hey, so umm...do you think you could help me to understand this stuff?"
"Of course, it really is quite simple once you get the hang of it."
I rolled my eyes. Simple...right, that was why I was on the verge of failing the class. "Look, I'm no Miss Smarty Pants and I'm not sure anyone can help me. However, desperate times call for desperate measures so tutoring it is."
Peeta looked a bit upset by what I had said. "Oh, I...umm, well anyway, can I have your number?"
I squinted my eyes at him. "Why the hell should I give you my number?"
"So we can have a way of communicating with each other and so we can make plans to meet up so I can help you."
"Oh, yeah, sure."
I scribbled my name and number on a scrap piece of paper and headed back to my apartment.
When I walked into my apartment, my roommate and friend, Madge, was watching TV in the living room.
"Hey, what's up Katniss?"
I sighed and dropped my books onto the coffee table before sitting next to her on the couch. "Oh just failing statistics, you know, the usual. Oh, but now I have to get tutoring."
"Tutoring?" She looked over at me in surprise.
"Yes, by some guy in my class, Peeta Mellark."
"Peeta? You mean that hottie with the ocean blue eyes and muscles to die for?"
Of course Madge knew him, she knew everyone. "You know him?"
"He was in a class with me last semester. Kind of quiet, but a total hottie. Hey, maybe you two could study some 'anatomy' while you are at it." She nudged me suggestively in the arm.
"Not likely Madge. I don't know anything about him."
"Not yet you don't."
Peet texted me the next day and asked me where and when we could begin the tutoring. I wanted to tell him nowhere and never, but instead I told him to come by my apartment at four.
I cleared the kitchen table of Madge's magazines, put away my bow and arrow (I was in the archery club at school), and even tried to vacuum to attempt to make the place look presentable.
Peeta knocked on the door at four on the dot. I answered and was surprised to see that he had brought muffins with him as well as his class notes. The delicious aroma was mouth-watering and I hoped that the muffins were as tasty as they looked and smelled.
"Hey Katniss, I made us some muffins to munch on while we study, you like blueberry?"
I couldn't help but to smile at him. "Yes, I do. Uhh...come on in Peeta."
Peeta and I end up studying for about an hour, stopping every so often to eat a muffin.
"These are amazing," I said as I took another bite of the moist pastry.
"Thanks, I baked them before I came over."
He blushed. "Yeah, my parents own a bakery and I used to work there before I came here."
Well that explained it. The man was an amazing baker as far as the muffins were concerned.
It ended up that Peeta was quite a good tutor. I found myself understanding the basics of statistics much better than I had ever understood them in class. However, he was a bit...distracting. He smelled amazing, like fresh pastries, and he had some flour dusted on his shirt and jeans.
I found myself intrigued by him, I just couldn't help it.
This is just a short introductory type chapter. The rating is T for now, but it will go up up for later chapters. This is my first Hunger Games fanfic. I have previously written other fanfics under a different pseudonym. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed and please leave a review. All feedback is greatly appreciated.