"Honey! Wake up! It's your first day at school!"

"Yes Mom, I'm coming, just give me a minute."

I sat upright on my bed. Tired described me in every way. But I couldn't hold that mentality for long. I walked to the shower, which was a few doors down from my hallway. My house wasn't too big nor too small yet just perfect for my dad, my mom, my sister, and of course, me! Stripping down my clothes and laying them on the floral patterned carpet, I walk into the shower, and turn the water up to the hot setting. Ugh, this feels so good. Then I sing a cute little song.

Rub-a-dub-dub

In-the-tub

Kind of ironic since I am not in a tub. Singing those little lines over and over helped me pass time in the shower. Then after getting tired of the same lyrics, I decide I am clean, and finished.

I drunkenly walk from the shower, still in a daze from the pleasure in the water. There I make to my room and dry my self off. I do the usual. Putting on deodorant, then some cologne, along with lotion on my arms and legs. I then put on some slim jeans, a white shirt topped over by a black sweater. Then I put on my glasses. They kind of look like movie theater glasses. After completely my geeky and quirky attire, I take my school ID, looked so new and clean, and nicely depicted my name, Peeta Mellark, in bold letters on the front. Yay, here goes to sophomore year.

My mother, Carol, drives me to my new school in our Rolls Royce. Pretty fancy if I say so myself. We make it past the stone road and the fountains leading up to the entrance. Carved in stone, the letters on the main building at school say "Capitol Preparatory."

I walk up the front steps, through the sandstone tiled halls, and all the way to my counselors office. On the door, the name says "Ms. Trinket" with a little A-M symbolizing the last names she services. I open the door, and am greeted by a bubbly pink haired lady.

"Why hello there! You must be Peeta Mellark! I was able to go through some record at your previous school and you highly deserve to be here!"

"Thanks," I mumble, really shyly. "Is this where I get my schedule?"

"Why yes dear, let me just go on and find it."

I see her flawless hands sift through some papers, and as she is looking, i take time to look around the elegant room. Orchids of every shape and aize and color litter the room. Paintings of cherry blossoms and lotuses decorate the walls, and the nice floor lamps brings the room to a nice, ambient setting. I hear an "Aahh." and she finds it.

"Here, there are your classes and I included a school map just for you! Have a nice day and remember, if there is anything you need, just find me during school hours and I will be sitting here in my humble office. Go on now, you wouldn't want to be late!"

I follow her advice. Hmm, first class is AP Statistics. Isn't that a junior and senior class? Guess they really believed in me.

I walked in through the door, and the atmosphere immediately changes. There are seniors everywhere, and I see no one my age. Except a girl, with a brunette braid and grey eyes. I think she is also a sophomore.

"Hello, you must be Peeta Mellark. Your seat is right there." says Mr. Abernathy. He looked hungover a bit, but that might just be me. As I walk to my seat, I see him.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and to top things off, a nicely built body along with the eight-pack he was sporting. He looked like a god. His facial features were defined so nicely. My, God sure spent his time with this one. I felt sweaty, thank god for the deodorant. I took my seat, then bit my lip really hard. They were right about to bleed, and then..

"Hey."

"H-Hey, um, I'm Peeta." Fuck, I'm too shy for this.

"I'm Cato, Cato Matthis. You must be new here?"

"Yes, yes I am." I look away and pay attention to Mr. Abernathy as he rambles on about functions.

"Don't worry, I might bark, but I definitely don't bite." he says with a smirk, then a wink.

Oh god.

Not the wink. The wink is the worst part. The wink is my weakness. Whenever a guy winks at me, I turn cold, I blush, breathe hard, and then hyperventilate. Last time a guy winked at me, I took it wrong, and now my old reputation has been tattered in ways I definitely would not want to talk about. But being winked at by this Olympic god next to me made matters worse. I think I'm in love.

The class goes on, and to take my mind off of Cato, I right down five pages worth of notes topped off by other unnecessary equations. Time drags, really really slow. I cant stand it. I feel his gaze at the back of my head. Then his arms finds its way around my shoulder. My nerves feel like they've exploded into a fireworks display. This tension is too great for me to handle. The bell rings to my relief, and before I am able to escape, Cato's hand finds its way to my arm, and I am stuck in his grip. A grip that I definitely didn't mind being in.

"Look kid, if you don't have anyone to hang out with, I sit alone at my lunch table. My jock friends are total knuckleheads."

"Sure, that would, um, be fine I-I guess.."

I look away, and run.