CONTRE QUI, KATNISS?

by savemesalzburg

Author's Note: So this is the first ever fanfiction that I'm going to be submitting, so I'm super nervous. I just hope you all like it. :. I really enjoy the Hunger Games, and I love the complicated relationship between Peeta and Katniss. I also love writing alternate universe things, it's my favorite thing to write about because it gives me more freedom as an author. Anywho, this is just going to be a cute little story about Peeta and Katniss...I'm not sure how long it's going to be, but I'll keep it going as long as I have something else to add to the plot. Maybe it'll become a series of short stories. Who knows? Anyway, the whole idea from this story came upon me from a lovely French poem titled "Contre Qui, Rose?" by Rainer Maria Rilke. We are playing a musical arrangement of it in Wind Ensemble, and I fell in love with the lyrics of the poem. And of course, who else could it make me think of, other than Peeta and Katniss. In English, it translates to "Against whom, Rose?"

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, nor do I own the poem Contre Qui Rose.


Chapter One: Contre Qui, Rose?

"Okay, class, everyone take your seats! I'll take attendance and then we'll get started on today's new unit - French poetry!" The ever ecstatic and fashionable Miss Trinket called for the attention of AP Literature class. Everyone fell silent at the trill of her joyful voice. As much of a pleasure as she was to be around, she could be quite obnoxious and exhausting for the faint at heart.

Peeta Mellark sat in the front corner of the classroom, right by the door, a seat that he had chosen for himself on the first day of school. It was a seat that certainly served him right. He was a ball of sunshine, and lit up the room with his charm, good looks, and kind demeanor. Not only was he all of those things, but he was also incredibly intelligent as well. All in all, he was the person that you would want to take home to your mother no matter who you were, because she would absolutely love him to death. Almost everyone loved Peeta to death, there were very few people in this school that didn't like him, and mainly that was because they didn't really like anyone.

Today he was dressed smartly in a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt, the color of which made his dark blonde hair seem more golden today. His blue eyes also seemed to shine more now that they were left to reflect the light. All-in-all, he looked like quite the heart breaker. However, as attractive as he seemed to be, it never seemed to be attractive enough to get her attention. His eyes flitted across the room to focus on Katniss Everdeen, sitting five rows and two seats behind him. She looked so beautiful today, as she did every day. She was wearing a pair of worn out jeans with a rip in the knee, and an old sweater that looked like it had been knitted by someone's grandmother. However, the simple fact that she was wearing it was enough to make it look fantastic. Her brown hair, as always, was braided down her back and her gray eyes were staring intently out the window at the misty October morning. Today was going to be the day. Today he was going to ask her for her phone number, and he was going to get to know her better. It wasn't like he was completely invisible to her. They had been going to school together since they were five years old, they had spoken and crossed paths several times. But he had never once led her to believe that he had feelings for her. And he had. For as long as it had been that girls didn't have cooties.

Suddenly, Katniss turned her head and locked eyes with him. After a split second, Peeta's eyes were retreating back to the front of the classroom. He had to be more careful. This hadn't been the first time that he had been caught staring at her lately. He could remember last week while they were in Calculus, he had finished his work early and had let his eyes wander around the classroom, only to find her three rows across from him. She had looked up and locked eyes with him, and he had done the same exact thing as he did now: retreat his eyes back to the front of the classroom.

"Alright class, now, coming around is a sheet of paper that I would like you to keep in your notebooks. On it you will see two versions of the same poem, one in English, and one in francaise," Miss Trinket set the pile on Peeta's desk, and he took one for himself and passed it to the person sitting behind him. He let his eyes run down the page, taking in what it said. The poem written at the top of the page was all in French, and he honestly couldn't understand a word that it was saying. While the school offered a multitude of languages, he had decided that he was going to take Latin. There were a few connections that he was able to make, seeing as French was a Latin-based language, but other than that there was nothing that looked too familiar to him. However, reading the English translation nearly knocked his socks off, and sent his mind stumbling back to the girl sitting across the room.

"Does anyone out there no how to read French?" Miss Trinket asked, looking around the classroom. Some of the douchebags in the back of the class raised their hands, trying to be funny. The woman cleared her throat and stared them down. "Let me rephrase that. Does anyone out there know how to read French well?"

Complete silence.

"Well, it's nice to know that I am teaching well-known literature to a bunch of poorly-cultured apes!"

A few giggles across the classroom. It was funny because they all knew that she was being serious in calling them apes.

"All right, I guess if none of you can read the poem in its original form, I will have to!" With that, she cleared her throat and began to give a dramatized performance of these few lines of poetry. "Now, would someone like to read the English version? Yes, Miss Madge? Go right ahead!"

Peeta watched the mayor's daughter stand up, fortunately not blocking Katniss from his view. The lovely girl picked up her paper and began to read.

"Against whom, Rose,
have you assumed these thorns?
Is it your too fragile joy that forced you to become this armed thing?
But from whom does it protect you, this exaggerated defense?
How many enemies have I lifted from you who did not fear it at all?
On the contrary,
from summer to autumn you wound the affection that is given to you."

"Very nice, thank you!" Miss Trinket trilled as Madge smiled with a touch of red on her cheeks and sat down. "Now, I know there is very little time left, but your assignment, due the next time we meet, is your own version of this poem! I want you to use elements from the poem itself. I cannot wait to hear what you come up with. Class dismissed!"

And then Peeta knew. Today wasn't the day he was going to make Katniss aware of his feelings. It was going to be tomorrow. Today he simply was given the tools to make his feelings known.


That's the end of chapter one. :3 I hope it wasn't boring. I really like writing this story so far, and I hope you all enjoy reading it. :3 Reviews, feedback, and constructive criticism are all welcomed!