"Love me or hate me, both are in my favor…If you love me, I'll always be in your heart…If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind."

William Shakespeare

When Peeta Mellark's agent gave him the script with a guarantee he would be the lead, he snatched up the chance right away. Who wouldn't want to be directed by Oscar winning director Haymitch Abernathy in a remake of Breakfast at Tiffany's? It was a dream come true. Peeta's movies were always blockbusters but he felt this was his chance to finally be taken seriously as more than a pretty face. In no time he did a screen test and was confirmed and announced as the lead in all the gossip mags. He couldn't wait until he found out who his leading lady would be. Maybe it would be the ultra famous Cashmere Reynold or his ex-girlfriend Madge Undersee, both ladies he always had such great chemistry with.

"Peeta great news! They found who they want to be your leading lady!" Peeta had to pull the cell phone away from his ear at his agent Effie Trinket's high pitched announcement. "There have been so many rumours swirling around but I think this girl is definitely the one. She will be such a great fit for you."

"Effie focus! Who is it?" Peeta rubbed his eyes trying to be patient. He hated raising his voice at her but it was so hard for her to get to the point sometimes.

"Well Peeta, that's not very polite of you. Anyway it looks like they cast Katniss Everdeen to play Holly Golightly. People either love her or hate her, but the important part is that she is always talked about. The two of you are going to be sensational. Now they want you in for a screen test with her tomorrow at 3pm sharp. Don't be late."

"Thanks Effie," Peeta mumbled, hanging up the phone before she could speak again. People either loved or hated Katniss Everdeen. You could check him off under hate. Definitely hate.

The first time he talked to her was at the movie premiere of his first breakout role. It wasn't the biggest part, but it was a pivotal role in a tragi-comic feminist road movie. He played the pretty boy who sleeps with one of the leads and then steals her money. He loved it and he loved how Hollywood couldn't stop talking about him. He got his agent Effie and numerous movie offers from that part. At the movie premiere after party he was bored to tears. Everybody wanted to be his friend and he had numerous people inviting him to join them after the party for some extracurricular fun. He couldn't stand all the fakeness and he was only 18 so he couldn't drink. Sure he was offered to but Effie strictly prohibited him from being caught by the gossip mags as another young Hollywood partier. Careers wouldn't be made that way.

As he looked for the restroom he found a girl sitting on the floor of the long hallway where only the wait staff were running back and forth. He recognized one of the stars of the movie's 12 year old daughter. She usually was in a baggy shirt and jeans wandering the set by herself or sitting in a corner reading a book. She never talked to anyone. That night she had her long black hair in intricate braids on her head, she wore a frilly pink dress she didn't look comfortable in and usual her black combat boots. She sat with her chin on her knees and she looked miserable.

"Hi, do you need help?" he asked her gently squatting down next to her. She looked up sharply and pierced him with grey eyes that looked wiser than her young years.

"What do you want?" She asked narrowing his eyes on him suspiciously.

"I just saw you here and wanted to know if you need anything. You're Claire Everdeen's daughter right?" He asked trying to remind himself that he is the adult and not to let himself get ruffled by a 12 year old girl. "I was in the movie with her."

She looked him up and down like she was appraising him. "That's right. You're the pretty boy my mom slept with," she finally says.

"Well I didn't really sleep with her, I was just playing a part," he said. His cheeks blushed at her bluntness and he tried to remain patient.

"God, I know that. I'm not dumb," she answered rolling her eyes. "But I have to question your own intelligence if you think I'm that stupid. Is there anything else you want?"

Peeta rubbed his eyes and took a long calming breath. "No, I just wanted to know if you needed anything."

"No, I'm fine being by myself." God he hated this little girl. He stood up without saying anything further and started walking down the hall. He looked back to see her chin back on her knees and arms wrapped around her legs. He put his hand in his pocket and thumbed the cheap plastic pinball game he always kept with him. He got it from his father when he was little and the picture has an assortment of baked goods on it that reminded Peeta of home. He turned back and placed it front of her.

"To help with your boredom. You can give it back when your done with it." He said. He turned away again and this time he didn't turn back but he heard the tell tale sign of the little metal ball rattling through the plastic.

The next big encounter with Katniss Everdeen was six years later. She had started to make a series of rebellious teenage movies and Hollywood was starting to take notice of her dark beauty. His fiancee at the time Madge Undersee begged him to take her to the movie premiere of her latest movie. Madge was a sweet girl with not a bad bone in her body but she thought taking more darker roles was needed to jumpstart her career. Madge saw Katniss as the epitome of dark and edgy and wanted to go to the after party to pick her brain. Sometimes he wondered if she just ate something she would stop being nice. He didn't think she had enough energy to be edgy because he never saw her eat anything except lettuce and boiled chicken.

When Peeta and Madge landed at the afterparty the paparazzi landed on them asking them if the wedding date was set. By this time Peeta's career had sky rocketed and he could pick and choose whatever movie he wanted to. He quickly discovered though that the price to pay for success was the ever annoying presence of the click of cameras and stupid questions thrown his way. Peeta hated these parties. The ever present fake people pretending to like each other and fawning over him like he was somehow above them for reading lines in front of a camera.

Madge was in an intense conversation with the director of the movie so he decided to wander around the large Hollywood hills home to find a space to have a breather. Leaving the noises of the party behind he cautiously opened and door and peeped his head in to see if it was empty. Unfortunately it was quite the opposite but he was too frozen by what he saw to turn away. Katniss was with Cato Taylor, a blond British bad boy actor she had recently eloped with. Peeta tried to move away, he really did, but he was stunned as he saw Katniss sitting on a desk, her legs wrapped tightly around Cato's bare waist. His pants pooled on the floor as he pounded Katniss hard, moving the very heavy desk with him.

Katniss' eyes had been closed as she made small mewling sounds when she suddenly opened her eyes and stared over Cato's shoulder directly at him. Her face turned into a scowl and her grey eyes were unnerving at how they pierced him, but otherwise she didn't make a move. She didn't stop Cato as he continued his thrusts while she stared Peeta down, almost daring him to do anything. Peeta finally felt the ablity to move his limbs and he closed the door, and leaned on the wall next to it, breathing heavily like he ran a marathon. He could still hear the desk moving and then Cato yell "Fuck me!"

He started to walk away not knowing where he was going. Witnessing her having sex with Cato he couldn't help but compare the sex he had with Madge which was always vanilla as most of the time he was afraid of crushing her fragile frame. He would never think of pounding into her that hard.

"What was that sound I just heard?" Peeta looked up in time to see news gossip Claudius Tempest prowling the hallway. How did he even get into the party?

"Oh I just stubbed my toe and started cursing." He said, trying to draw Claudius away from the room. Claudius still looked suspicious. "Hey you've been trying to get an interview with me for awhile. I'm not doing anything right now so I can give you 10 minutes if you wish." At that Claudius' face light up and he spent the longest 10 minutes of his life with that insipid little man. God he hated Katniss Everdeen.

Three weeks later he broke up with Madge when he told her there was no fire in their relationship. After she had left his house for the final time he collapsed on the couch and turned on the TV. Tempest face appeared on his gossip show. He was just about to change it when Claudius started talking about Katniss divorcing Cato. Good. He hoped she was as miserable as he was.

Every encounter over the years after that confirmed to Peeta why she was someone he didn't want to know. At the Oscars four years later she went with her cousin Gale Hawthorne. They were so similar in appearance they looked like brother and sister. She had been nominated for a supporting role that year. She wore a simple spaghetti strapped orange dress and her combat boots which was talked about weeks after as the worst outfit of the night. He thought she looked stunning. But what was most talked about was the way Katniss and her cousin seemed to be just so close to each other. People thought they looked almost creepy in the way they held hands and hugged, not that she cared. He just tried to avoid her the whole night, but at one point she gave me a wink and an evil smirk before walking away.

Two years later Peeta was happily engaged to America's television sweetheart Delly Cartwright and couldn't wait to get married to her. He took her to the Caan Film Festival and was having the time of his life being in the beautiful weather with a beautiful woman on his arm. It had been a long time since he cared so much for a woman. One day they were walking up the red carpet when Katniss was right next to him with her current husband Chaff Jefferson. He had to have been 15 years older than she was but he acted like he was 18. It was disgusting how he hung all over Katniss, not hesitating to grab her ass in public while high-fiving a friend in front of all the press. She seemed just to tolerate it, like it really didn't matter. When Chaff started sucking on her neck during the movie like they were in any small town American movie theatre, he couldn't take being in there anymore so he pulled out Delly so they could leave. She was confused about his actions but she didn't mind him going down on her that night or the three orgasms he gave her. One month later they were married and settled into their new home in Malibu.

Peeta's last encounter with her was last year. She was 27 and he was 33. It was all over the news that her famous mother had been killed in a plane accident. They called it tragic that Katniss Everdeen, who had already lost her father at the age of 11, was now parentless. When Effie called him about it he knew already that she would insist that he go to the funeral since his first breakout role was in one of her biggest movies.

He decided to go without Delly because even though he loved her, the ever present cheeriness wasn't really appropriate to a funeral setting. He tried to stay in the background at the ceremony and there was a big crowd there so it was pretty easy to. He noticed she didn't cry once, just looked stone faced as she held in her arms her five year old half sister, a tiny version of her mother with blue eyes and blonde hair.

When he got to her house for the wake, it felt surreal to be in the private place of the woman he didn't like for so long. At that moment, it was hard to remember why he hated her. It was a beautiful house with large windows overlooking the entire city but was very simply decorated, like she didn't want to put her stamp on the place. There were the same crowd of fake Hollywood elite like all the parties went to. Instead of being insincerely jovial, they were insincerely grave. He walked out onto the balcony to get some air and walked around the corner to a darker spot where he saw her sitting staring at the twinkling lights of the city in a light black slip and nothing else.

He was about to walk away when she started to speak, not looking at him. "Do you think the dead actually see what the living do? I hope not because I don't want my father to see the choices I've made in my life." He doesn't know if she realizes he's there or that it's him. She starts to shiver and he took off his jacket and put it around her.

"I'm sorry for your loss Katniss." Did he actually just say that contrived statement? She then turns her head sharply and looks him directly in the eye.

"I don't need your pity Pretty Boy. I've seen how you look at me. You don't even like me. You are just like all the other insincere halfwits out ther. You can take your empty condolences and leave. I don't care what you or anybody else in there think about me." With that she turns to stare at the view again and doesn't acknowledge his existence.

He walked away in shock at what she just said. As he was about to enter the house he saw the small girl run out from another door straight towards Katniss.

"Katniss! Where did you go? I couldn't find you." The little girl cried throwing herself into Katniss' arms.

"I'm right here Little Duck. I'm not going anywhere." She said in a gentle voice Peeta never heard from her before. She took off the jacket he gave her and wrapped it around the girl, lifting her up and taking her inside through the other door.

Peeta left the wake and just sat in his car for half an hour looking at nothing. He hated Katniss Everdeen. He hated her because she was right about him.