I know! I know! ANOTHER story... I should finish the ones I have buttttttt... This one came to me through another Pinterest prompt, it probably won't be super long, but then again my longest story isn't 20K so that isn't saying a whole lot. Please leave me reviews on this one too!

CHAPTER 1 ~ I hear you're a player

"Prim." Prim stopped when I shouted her name. Phone unlocked and midair in her hand, halfway between the two of them. He looked amused. I closed the gap between us quickly, my skirt swishing behind me as I jogged.

"Katniss, what are you doing here?" She whispered to me, as if the man couldn't hear her.

"What are you doing seems to be a more relevant question. That'll be all, Peeta Mellark. You'd do well to not bother my sister again." I warned him and he raised his perfect blond brow at me.

"Primrose, you're 18, you're allowed to see whoever you want by law. But I'll be on my way." He bowed gracefully to the two of us, Prim giggled and I scowled at his back.

"Prim, I don't want you seeing him, he's a notorious player. He'll string you along and break your heart for the fun of it, which I can't fix for you. Steer clear of Peeta Mellark, he's dangerous."

"I'm not a little kid, Katniss. I know you still see me as the 11 year old starving child but now I'm an adult and I can think for myself."

"I'm not thinking for you, I'm warning you so you don't get hurt! There's only so much I can do to fix other people's mistakes!" I argued.

"And that's why you'll never have as much adventure in life, Katniss! Yeah, I may end up hurt in the end but I'll learn what it's like to be with someone like him, it's a life experience."

"That's stupid!" I protested.

"I don't care!" Prim shoved her phone back into her jeans pocket. "I'm tired of you constantly protecting me from everything, I want to learn what life is like on my own." She said before turning on her heel and walking away from me, opposite the direction Peeta Mellark took. I smacked my palm to my forehead and went inside the diner.

"Table for one?" The waitress asked nervously as I let my eyes adjust to the darker room. I scanned the tables, the place was busy but not terribly so. My eye fell on the back of a blond head at a table for two with one seat empty.

"No, I'm with him." I lie, pointing, and the girl nods, handing me a menu cautiously and leading me over.

"Well well well, Katniss Everdeen. Did you tell Prim to stay away from me so that you can have me yourself?" Peeta questioned with a crooked smile on his face. I maintain my cool, easy expression and rest my elbows on the table across from him, touching the condensation on his glass and looking at it on my fingers.

"Don't be ridiculous, you're not my type. I'm here to tell you to stay away from Prim, I'm sure you don't want me to resort to other methods. She doesn't need to be another one of your dolls to play with."

"Sounds like you think I'm gonna break her heart." He leans forward with his elbows mirroring mine, hands clasped.

"I heard you're a player." I accuse. His expression doesn't change, but he moves his eyes to look at the rings on my hands. "So let's play a game." His interest is piqued.

"Leave Prim out of this. Date me instead, let's sweet talk. Let's play fight, let's talk 24/7, let's tell each other good morning and good night every day. Let's take walks together, give each other nicknames, hang out with each other's friends. Let's go on dates. Let's talk on the phone all night long. Let's hold each other, let's hug... and kiss." I have him now, he'll never turn down a game or challenge. I finish. "Whoever falls in love first?" I tip my head forward and look him in his deep blue eyes seriously. "Loses." I whisper.

He's ensnared, entranced even. I have to raise my eyebrow and prompt him to speak.

"Well?"

"Sounds dangerous." He sits back and takes a sip of his water. "Just the kind of game I like best. Deal, sweetheart. And for the record, you're not my type either." He puts his hand out and I shake it.

This is stupid.

I don't care.