“I can’t believe you, talking to Katniss like that!” I scream at Peeta, almost as soon as Gale and Katniss leave the table. “Did you see yourself? You–”
“Calm down, Delly,” he cuts in a lax tone that irritates me more. “What’s the problem?”
I grit my teeth together before shouting back. “The problem is that you’re nothing like you used to be!” The anger boils up inside me as I burn a stare into Peeta.
“Oh, really?” he snaps with sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “I don’t know what’s real or not, Delly, I don’t know anything!”
“I don’t care!” I spit. “The Peeta I knew was sweet and funny, he wasn’t so snarky and he never made fun of Katniss!” He stops for a moment or two, his mouth closing in annoyance, keeping silent. “He was in love with her!” Angry tears begin to fill my eyes, distorting my image of Peeta, not that he hasn’t already been changed enough. I miss him, every piece of me misses my best friend who would happily be my side and pretend to be my brother for a laugh, the one who confessed all of his secrets and who I could tell everything to. “You’re in love with her!” I emphasize. “It’s like you’re not even trying to get back to normal!”
An expression of guilt falls upon his face and his eyes shift to the side uncomfortably. I decide to take my leave, slamming my fists on the table before rushing out.