A.N. Salutations. I know, you might think I shouldn't be posting this, but... I think I will update my others more often because I am on, POSTING, everyday. This chapter is an AU, imagine them in high school. (Different universe than Halloween with the Rebels) Everlark

Disclaimer: I'm not Suzanne Collins


Katniss POV

"Madge," I wailed as I took in my appearance. We go to Panem Academy, and since it was New Year's Eve, there was a party tonight. I didn't even want to go, but somehow, Madge convinced me to not only go to the party, but to let her dress me as well.

"Oh, Katniss! You know you don't have to thank me," Madge said with a grin.

She had me dressed in an orange dress which went just to my knees. It wasn't exactly my normal, but it was better than the other options she gave me. I thought she was only going to pick out my dress, but she insisted in doing everything else. She didn't do much with my hair, except for pulling it out of its usual braid with a wink. Despite my protests, she used some eyeshadow to "accent my beauteous gray eyes" as she so eloquently put it.

Madge looked at the clock and squealed, "Time to go!" We walked out the door and over to Madge's car.

"I'll drive," I offered, seeing as Madge had already done so much for me.

Madge politely declined, and got in the driver's seat. It was a fifteen minutes drive to Finnick's house, where the party was.

Madge broke the silence when she asked "So, are you excited?" I waited until we reached a red light before I looked at her and said "Look at my face. What do you think?"

After a moment, Madge said "No need for the sarcasm."

"Oh, but the sarcasm was needed."

Right when the silence became comfortable, Madge began to talk.

"What's your New Year's resolution going to be?"

"Don't know, and I don't really care."

"I think I'm gonna change that," she said with a smirk.

After a few more minutes, Madge pulled into a driveway and I immediately felt uncomfortable. Parties have never really been my thing. I got out of the car with a sigh.


"Now Katniss, I'm going to go, but I want you to have some fun. No sneaking away or skulking in corners. Bye," Madge said as she disappeared into the crowd.

I sighed and began my journey to the living room. It was already 11:30, and I wanted to make sure I had a seat when the ball dropped. I found an open couch and sat down. I saved a spot for Madge next to me.

"Hey, you want a noise maker?"

I looked up and saw a boy with bright blue eyes and blond hair.

"Sure," I said, looking at the box of party supplies.

"What color would you like?"

I saw Madge walking back over to where I sat. After I waved her over, I turned back to the boy.

"Um, green I guess," I said and he handed one to me. "Thanks," I said.

The boy quickly replied "No problem," and walked away.

Madge plopped down next to me and said "So, who's the boy?"

I gave her an honest answer.

"I don't know. Why, are you interested?" I gave her a little nudge.

She laughed, and said "No, you know I already have a crush on...oh, you know! But, I think he might have a crush!"

Of course he would have a crush on Madge. She is everything you could want, with her blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Add in her academic skills and who wouldn't have a crush on her?

I sighed and leaned back into the couch. Apparently, Madge noticed because she asked me "What's wrong? Not used to the attention?"

I was about to snap at her when I realized she meant he had a crush on me! I must have made a face, because she laughed and told me she was going to go talk to him. It was 11:51 now, the ball would be dropping soon. After a couple minutes, she returned and told me what she found out.

"His name is Peeta Mellark, and his family owns the bakery. He goes to our school and is in our grade. I think he should be your New Year's resolution," Madge said with a wink.

I was about to respond when the countdown began. "Thirty! Twenty nine! Twenty eight! Twenty seven!"

The whole time I could feel the boy's, Peeta's, eyes on me.

"Twenty six! Twenty five! Twenty four! Twenty three! Twenty two! Twenty one!"

He seemed nice, but...

"Twenty! Nineteen! Eighteen! Seventeen! Sixteen! Fifteen!"

I'd better decide if I was going to make him a priority. Why would I? I barely know this boy!

"Fourteen! Thirteen! Twelve! Eleven!"

Peeta looked over at me and smiled. It made me want to look away, but U couldn't tear my eyes from those deep blue orbs.

"Ten!"

No, I don't care.

"Nine!"

Maybe I do.

"Eight!"

No, I can't.

"Seven!"

Maybe I should, change isn't /always/ bad.

"Six!"

No, no. I'm not doing that.

"Five!"

I'm practically ripping out my hair when they start the final count.

"Four! Three! Two! One!"

His smile flashes through my mind and I make make my decision.

"Happy New Year!"

As I saw Peeta laughing with his friends, I knew I made the right choice.

Peeta Mellark, you might be worth waiting for.


A. 't worry, you'll be hearing from me tomorrow. R&R