AN/ OK This chapter has been redone and now contains a very popular character from don't you want me. The first part is more or less the same, but please read it and give me your thoughts!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, but Mr. Snuggles is all mine baby!
''You want me to what?'' Peeta blurted.
''You heard me brat.'' Haymitch affirmed.
Peeta Mellark had heard some stupid and fucked up shit in his seventeen years of life, but what his boss just told him took the entire cake, and half the damn bakery.
''No, no way in hell! I'm a thief not a fucking baby sitter.'' He refuted adamantly.
''You're whatever the employer pays you to be.'' Haymitch growled.
Peeta scowled back at him. This wasn't the first time that he'd disagreed with his boss and they both knew that it wouldn't be the last. They were both stubborn and generally argued just for the hell of it.
Haymitch Abernathy was a Mentor of the Victors Initiative and he had been Peeta's primary handler since he was a small child, when he was first selected for the program. As such, he'd known the man for almost his entire life and they were more than used to each others ways.
The Victors Initiative, often referred too as simply 'The Initiative' by it's members, was an elite organization that had been founded in London, during the late seventeen hundred's. Today they had branches all over the world and Peeta had called the New York offices his home since he was recruited.
The Initiative had originally been established as a method of turning orphaned children into loyal soldiers, but the British Monarchy had found fault with their methods and attempted to disband the organization. After that, although they'd officially ceased operations, they continued to work discretely under the Crowns nose.
Since they had lacked the funding of the royal family's coffers, they had needed a new source of income to maintain their training standards. The brilliant solution, was to hire out their trained students as mercenaries. This triggered a snowball effect. When governments and wealthy businessmen caught wind of the covert group and their exceptional operatives, they started requesting individuals with specific skill sets and abilities. In order to meet demands, the Initiative began to intensify and diversify their training methods more and more.
In the last century they had incorporated instruction, in as many obscure fields as possible into their training regime. As such the selection process for trainees, known more commonly as 'Tributes', had also become far more refined. Only those children with the highest I.Q and physical potential were chosen for the program. Even then, they only selected orphans with no living family.
Once a Tribute was deemed sufficiently educated and had chosen a speciality, they were granted the title of Victor and put to work in the field, carrying out whatever tasks they were hired for. When a Victor reached an age past their physical prime, or if they had personal reasons such as mental trauma or injury, then they could choose to become a Mentor.
Mentors were assigned a handful of Tributes, who they would oversee the training of. When those Tributes passed the necessary evaluations and became Victors, it became the Mentors duty to manage their work load. They'd do everything, from choosing which assignments they would take, to negotiating their pay and even arranging for their lodgings and travel.
Peeta had been a Victor since the impressively young age of thirteen, and had met his Mentor Haymitch when he was only three. As such he was used to his mentor being a complete bastard, but that didn't seem to stop him from getting pissed off about it. Usually Peeta was given work that involved theft or espionage, but this time his Mentor had chosen him something quite different. And different wasn't always good.
''I wouldn't have to do what the client asked, if you hadn't accepted the damn job!'' Peeta growled.
Haymitch shrugged uncaringly, casually dismissing the teenagers complaints.
''Their families have been regular Initiative clients for over a century, I couldn't just refuse. Plus you're the only operative in the country that's the appropriate age for the mission.'' The man explained impatiently.
Peeta glared at his mentor, trying his best to incinerate the man with his eyes.
''Why can't their private security handle it? Isn't this what they pay them for?'' The blonde queried.
Haymitch sighed in suffering. No doubt he was desperate for a drink right about now.
''Because everyone in the school would notice a bunch of mobsters in suits walking around. And despite the families influence in the running of the academy, the board wouldn't let that fly. There's also the small detail, of them not wanting their children to know they're being threatened.'' The Mentor responded.
Peeta nodded in acceptance, quickly grasping the implications.
''So they need a bodyguard that can act completely covert. And who would be better than an undercover classmate?'' The boy asked rhetorically.
Haymitch nodded sharply in agreement. Peeta could be a stubborn brat, but he usually gave in to logical reasoning...usually. The kid gave a sigh of resignation and the Mentor knew that he'd won this round, but he didn't doubt that the young Victor would find some way to exact vengeance upon him.
''Who's the enemy?'' Peeta grumbled reluctantly.
The older man grinned at him in triumph.
''They aren't sure. They've exploited almost all of their connections, but have no concrete evidence on who the threats came from.'' Haymitch explained.
Peeta snorted in disbelief.
''Crime lords, with their kind of money and connections, and they have no clue who's messing with them? Yeah, I totally believe that.'' He sneered sarcastically.
His Mentor shrugged, non-committally.
''I agree that they're probably keeping some things under their hats, but that's their prerogative. Either way, you still have a job to do.'' Haymitch chided him.
Peeta knew that the man was right. Haymitch Abernathy may have been a drunk, but he knew his shit when it came to the business. In general Peeta disliked bodyguard work, as the assignments were usually long term. He specialised in theft, and he was damn good at it. To him nothing was more satisfying than a well planned and perfectly executed heist. Plus using grappling hooks, totally made him feel like Batman. Except that he was way hotter than Christian Bale.
Sadly it seemed that their would be no use for his usual skill set in this mission's parameters. Unless of course he got bored and picked some students pockets. His assignment was fairly straight forward, though there were some complications involved, but as far as such things went it was still pretty cut and dry.
A syndicate of families, known for ownership of a number of legal and several illegal international businesses, were being threatened and blackmailed by unknown individuals. They were referred to as H.I.Y.V.E, utilising the first letter of each families surname. The five familial groups and their many extended members, had an excellent security detail and had managed to keep any blackmail material from the media. So for the most part, they were safe and handling their own problems. The only major concern for them, was their children. The five families boasted a total of seventy six members. Four of those members, attended a prestigious private school in a remote location.
The Panem Academy For The Gifted, or more accurately the rich, was isolated. If the person, or persons, threatening the group decided to stage any kind of kidnapping or attack, then the four teenagers that attended the school would be by far the easiest target. They were the direct heirs for three of the respective chairs on the syndicates board of directors. Hargrieve, Vandal and Evans. For some unfathomable reason, the children's parents didn't want them knowing that they and everyone related to them were being threatened. Which would make Peeta's job that much harder.
He had to watch over and protect four arrogant, spoiled brats, without alerting them to the fact that they were even in danger. Or compromising himself, but that was usually a given in undercover scenarios. Peeta knew that if he had to keep track of the teens, then the best way to do it was from a distance. If he could follow them unnoticed, then things would go much more smoothly. He'd have to stay completely under their radar while at the school. Never having been to a normal school, of any kind, he was unsure of what would be considered 'under the radar' behaviour.
There was just one more important question, that he needed answered..
''Who's my partner? Beetee? Johanna?'' He inquired.
It was standard protocol for Victors to work in pairs, unless the mission specifically called for a single operative.
This assignment could last months, depending on when the matter was resolved, and he got along best with the two Victors in question. Beetee was a genius with technology of any kind and an extraordinary hacker. The man was mild mannered and easy to work with. Johanna was...well she was a vindictive bitch, but the two of them both liked blowing shit up, so they got on pretty famously.
Haymitch rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly before answering him.
''Um...well two of the members of the Evans family, Cashmere and Gloss, attend a nearby college. They already have security covering them, but your partner will be keeping an eye on them in classes during the day and then liaising with you in the evenings. That way he'll be close enough to back you up with anything.'' He explained hesitantly.
''Who's my partner Haymitch?'' Peeta demanded impatiently. He was getting a bad feeling all of a sudden, and the man was clearly stalling.
Before his Mentor could answer him however, the office door slammed open, banging harshly against the wall. Peeta shot out of his seat on instinct to face the intruder, a throwing knife in his hand. Standing in the doorway though, looking as cocky as ever, was a tall muscular figure that Peeta knew all too well.
''Hey there Blondie! So, I figured if the two of us are sharing an apartment, then we may as well share a bed too right? Save on space and all that.'' Finnick drawled, smirking at him devilishly.
Peeta twitched. Not even a hello, and he'd started with the thinly veiled flirting already. Very thinly veiled.
''Please tell me that there's been a mistake, and that you didn't pair me up with a sex addict?'' Peeta begged.
Haymitch simply shrugged, although he did look sympathetic.
''Sorry kid, he's good at what he does.'' The man apologised.
''Oh Peeta knows that all too well.'' Finnick murmured huskily, eyeing the blonde from head to toe.
Peeta scowled at the older boy.
Finnick Odair was a nineteen year old Victor. He specialised in espionage and information gathering. And his favourite method of conducting jobs, was through seduction and sexual bribery. Given that the man was the single most gorgeous human being Peeta had ever met, it wasn't really surprising that he was so good at his job.
The pair of them had worked together before. They'd been on an assignment, in which he and Peeta had posed as a young couple in order to infiltrate a gang. One thing had led to another on that mission, and Peeta had ended up losing his virginity to Finnick. Ever since then the other Victor had been constantly trying to get into his pants. If it weren't for the guys enormous ego, then he might have given in. Finnick could be funny and charming after all. And before they'd slept together they'd gotten along great. But Peeta gained a certain satisfaction, from showing the guy that he wasn't completely irresistible and refused to give in to his incessant flirting.
''Try and keep things professional Odair.'' Haymitch chastised him.
Finnick smiled disarmingly, looking the picture of innocence. Peeta had no doubt that as soon as they got on the private jet to Capitol city, that the other Victor would be asking him to join the mile high club. Although technically Peeta had been a member since that trip to Sydney, but he wouldn't tell the older boy that.
''When do we leave?'' Peeta grumbled resignedly.
Finnick beamed. The bronze haired Adonis bounced across the room and slung an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders.
''Woohoo! This'll be awesome, we haven't had a mission together in ages!'' The older Victor enthused.
Peeta tried not to sigh. He did enjoy Finnick's company, so he was sure the assignment wouldn't be that bad. Really he was just worried that he'd somehow fall under the older agents spell. Just like everyone else always did. Fortunately, during the day Peeta would be at Panem Academy watching over his new charges. Speaking of which...
''Do you have the kids files?'' He asked, looking to Haymitch for an answer.
The older man eyed both Victors in amusement, before giving them a response.
''To answer both of your questions in order, you'll be leaving for the airport immediately. The jet is already prepped and ready to go. And I have the files on the kids right here.'' The Mentor explained, as he pulled out a small stack of folders.
Peeta reached for the documents and immediately started flipping through them. Finnick propped his chin on his shoulder to read with him. Peeta resolutely ignored, the older boys warmth pressing unnecessarily close against his back.
Skimming the files, Peeta quickly memorised the most essential information. As usual, the Intel he'd received was pretty thorough.
Of the four teenagers he'd be protecting, three were seventeen and one was sixteen. There were two boys and two girls in the group. Peeta would be placed in the same classes as the youngest girl, as she was most often separated from the others and would be a more obvious target. The four of them were extremely popular amongst the Panem student body, and had a diverse set of friends and groupies. The two boys were co-captains of the lacrosse team, which was apparently a big deal in this particular school. They all maintained fairly good grades and involved themselves in multiple academy activities, including fund-raisers. All in all, they seemed like fairly normal kids. Except that they could often be found doing a number of illegal under-age activities, during and after school hours. Visiting night clubs, drinking, doing drugs, apparently they even had orgies. If the faculty knew anything about what the four and their group of friends got up to, then they ignored it. As their families donated a lot of money to the academy each year, the teenagers had a lot of leeway.
Great, he had to try and keep an eye on four spoiled brats, who were quite happy to make his job as difficult as possible by roaming the streets after dark. This entire assignment, was sure to be one massive headache and he probably wouldn't even see any real action.
''Orgies? Really? Kinky little bastards.'' Finnick observed as he read the profiles.
''You would notice that part, wouldn't you?'' Peeta chuckled.
The older man shrugged, wrapping his arms around the blonde and nuzzling his neck.
''At least they won't be boring for you to watch.'' The other Victor consoled him.
That was true, in more ways than one. All four of them were very attractive, each in their own ways. But Peeta, although technically bisexual, was more drawn to the two boys. Both were very well built. The blonde boy was as tall and muscular as Finnick, if his stats were to be believed. And the raven haired boy had the face of a model, although the blonde was very handsome in his own right.
''Marvel Vandal, Glimmer Evans, and Cato and Clove Hargrieve? Are the last two brother and sister?'' Finnick wondered aloud.
Peeta tapped his finger on the relevant line of information.
''It says right here, that they're first cousins.'' He informed his partner.
Finnick really needed to learn to pay more attention to what he was reading. The guy was amazing at what he did, but had the attention span of an excited puppy on crack.
''OK, you've got your intelligence reports. I'll contact you with further orders once you arrive in Capitol city. You'll be staying in an apartment near the outskirts, as the school is almost an hour drive outside of the city limits. Now get the fuck out of my office.'' Haymitch barked.
The Mentor pulled a bottle of scotch from his desk drawer and gestured at them dismissively. Glancing at each other and rolling their eyes, the two Victors stepped out into the hallway and left the man to get blitzed. It was a tradition at the start of assignments, to be thrown out of Haymitch's office so he could start happy hour.
''He'd better have remembered, to get decent cars this time. If i'm driving to that damn school every day, then i'm doing it in style.'' Peeta grumbled.
''You and your cars. If you want a fast ride, then you just need to sit on my lap and-'' Finnick began.
''Don't even think about finishing that sentence.'' Peeta snapped, cutting him off.
Stupid Finnick, now all Peeta would be able to think about was the older boy's dirty comment. He knew exactly how that sentence was going to end, and he'd be lying if he said that the thought wasn't a pleasant one.
''This is going to be awesome. We should totally hit some bars while we're there, Capitol city has a great club scene.'' Finnick commented excitedly.
''If these kids are as bad as their files indicate, then I have no doubt i'll be seeing the inside of more than a few of them.'' Peeta muttered.
The older Victor grinned and seized him by the wrist.
''Cheer up Peeta Bread, it'll be a cake walk. Although it will be a lot harder for you to follow them outside of school.'' He observed.
''Don't worry I plan to remain unnoticed whilst i'm there.'' Peeta assured him.
Finnick began dragging him to the parking garage, where a driver would be waiting to take them to the airport.
''Blondie, I don't know if you've looked in a mirror lately, but there's no way you can go unnoticed in a high school. The kids in that place are gonna be all over you. Your a hot mysterious transfer student. You'll be the shiny new toy. And if these four kids are at the top of the pecking order, then they'll definitely try and get their hooks into you.'' Finnick bluntly informed him, trying and failing to hide his amusement.
Peeta pouted. He was positive that his friend was over-exaggerating, but he didn't really know anything about normal school environments. He'd been learning college level material by the time he was nine, and the only children he'd interacted with were no different than him. The rest of his time had been spent training in other necessary skill sets. Who knew what mainstream school kids would be like? Hopefully his acting would be enough to help him divert any unwanted attention from the student body.
''This is going to be painful isn't it?'' Peeta observed resignedly.
''Only for you sweetheart, only for you.'' Finnick cooed.
When they'd arrived at the airport, the jet had been ready and waiting just as Haymitch had promised them. It was a three hour flight to Capitol city from NYC, on most conventional aeroplanes. Luckily Initiative aircraft were anything but conventional, so they'd managed to shave an hour off of their trip. Peeta and Finnick had spent the time catching up with each other. Before this, Peeta had been in Beijing for two months on assignment. They'd also kicked back and watched a movie, in which the two had made a running commentary of just how much Tom Cruise sucked as an agent and an actor. The Avengers would have been a better choice of film.
It had been a relief to finally land. Finnick got restless when in the same place for too long, and he usually channelled that restlessness into sexual energy. Peeta had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to keep the older boy from mounting him.
As soon as they'd disembarked another driver had been waiting for them, with the task of driving them to their new place of residence. There they would find all their clothes, equipment and new vehicles. The funding necessary for their stay, would be handled by Haymitch. Even though Victors were independently wealthy from their rather large commissions, the expenses for their missions were covered by the Initiative itself.
When they pulled up outside a fairly high end building, in one of the better parts of town, neither of them batted an eye. Unless the assignment required otherwise, they were always given swanky accommodations. The apartments here looked to be no different than what they were used too.
Their driver handed them an envelope as they climbed out of the vehicle, containing the access cards for the building and the keys for their cars.
Upon entering the building they were greeted by the concierge, who seemed sceptical that they were the new tenants. Although only nineteen, Finnick could pass for someone in his early twenties. Peeta himself was short for his age, but with his well developed body and mature way of carrying himself, he could easily be mistaken as older than seventeen. The man probably wondered what two people their age were doing sharing a high end apartment.
Finnick's solution was annoying, bu alsot the best way to get the man to butt out of their business. He pulled Peeta in for a kiss and gave the glorified butler a charming smile, he then briefly explained that they were a young couple who's parents had just bought them their first place. Unfortunately that just seemed to peak the man's interest, so Peeta had politely excused them by claiming to be tired from the flight. Finnick had in turn played the part of the attentive boyfriend and quickly ushered him to the elevator.
''That guy is totally going to picture the two of us doing it.'' Finnick said.
''He was kind of nosy. I don't think claiming to be a couple helped dissuade his interest either.'' Peeta agreed.
''Well in his defence, most of the people living here are probably boring, middle aged workaholics. Two hot young things shacking up together, are probably a lot more interesting for him.'' The elder observed.
Peeta laughed at Finnick's arrogant assumption, even though it was probably true.
''You should sweet talk the guy some more, he seemed to like you. Plus he kept giving me looks that said he thought I was evil for violating you.'' Finnick continued.
''Don't worry, I'll have him wrapped around my little finger by Monday.'' Peeta soothed.
It was Friday night, so they had two days before Peeta had to start at the school. This gave them time to settle in and scope out the area. They also wanted to take a look at the academy grounds and do some background checks on the staff employed there.
Their apartment was very modernized, everything was done in white with glass tables and sculptures dotted around. There was a single huge window spanning an entire side of the living area, giving them a spectacular view into the city itself. The kitchen had all of the necessary furnishings, which was good, because Peeta tended to bake when he was stressed.
''Let's order take-out.'' Finnick suggested, after they'd looked around. ''I'm thinking Chinese food?''
Peeta easily agreed. He wasn't picky and he was a sucker for crispy duck and some egg fried rice.
''What's your room like?'' Peeta asked, having already examined his own.
Finnick paused in his dialling of the phone and turned to gaze at him, with big innocent eyes. Peeta narrowed his own, wondering what the other Victor was up too.
''Can't I sleep with you?'' The older boy whined pathetically.
''No! You have a perfectly good bed in your room.'' The blonde refused.
Finnick whimpered and advanced on him with a devastated expression.
''Please Peeta Bread? I'll behave, I promise...unless you ask me not too, in which case i'll happily fuck you senseless.'' He informed him.
Peeta snorted in reluctant amusement.
''I don't think so. You'll just have to keep yourself company.'' He denied again.
''I'll just sneak into your room once your asleep anyway. And if I have to resort to that, then I won't hold back from molesting you.'' Finnick warned.
Peeta glared, but he had to acknowledge the fact that Finnick would likely do exactly that. And even a savage beating, would be unlikely to dissuade the older boy.
''Fine...you can sleep in my room, but only to sleep. Are we clear?'' Peeta said sternly.
Finnick beamed happily at him. The expression made it almost worth letting the older man have his way.
''Crystal! And don't worry Peeta Bread...'' He said, as he began leaning closer. ''I'll save the fun stuff for when you beg me for it.''
The bronze haired boy then continued to happily dial a number for the Chinese restaurant, as if nothing had happened.
Peeta was glad, that he'd only have to deal with Finnick and his aggressive flirtation in the evenings. And even then they'd be out most of the time, discretely keeping an eye on the Panem kids and their friends.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about anyone at the academy trying to get into his pants all the time. That was a plus.
The weekend had flown by. After settling in, Peeta and Finnick had quickly done their rounds. They first visited the college that Finnick would be attending during the day, with Glimmer Evans' older siblings Cashmere and Gloss. That family had the weirdest freaking names.
Since Finnick would only be there in the daytime as a formality, because the twins had private security guards on the campus posing as older students, they then decided to drive out too Panem Academy. Peeta had to admit that he was impressed with the school. They had everything from tennis courts to an indoor Olympic sized swimming pool.
There were a surprising number of students there for a weekend, but apparently a lot of students chose to live in the dormitories. Peeta's new charges shared a condo in the city, but the foursome also had rooms on campus. Keeping track of the little bastards might be trickier than he'd thought.
The pair of them had also checked out some of the more popular night time attractions. Peeta had quite enjoyed himself dancing with Finnick and drawing the stares of the people around them. One woman had even offered them one thousand dollars each for a threesome. They'd obviously declined, they were trained by the Victors Initiative after all, if they chose to have sex for money they could get ten times that amount. Still though, the clubs were fun. Thank god for expertly made fake I.D's. Or rather thank Beetee.
Finally Monday and the first day of school had rolled around. Peeta had been up for hours, running through his preparations. He wasn't really nervous, but he wasn't looking forward to the day either. He just wasn't confidant, in his ability to act like a normal teenager at school.
After making his breakfast, he began cooking for the third member of their team. Mr Snuggles preferred to have his meat and fish cooked medium rare.
Mr Snuggles was a black-throated monitor lizard. Peeta had gotten the animal five years ago, just before his graduation. The six foot long reptile came with Peeta on all of his long term missions, because he didn't like being left alone. Or more accurately, he apparently hated everyone but Peeta. That was nonsense of course. Mr. Snuggles was a sweetheart, his size was just a little bit off putting for some people. It wasn't the poor baby's fault that everyone was scared of him.
A shriek of surprise snapped Peeta out of his thoughts of the coming day. He ran out of the kitchen towards the bedroom, afraid that his partner needed his help. What he found though, was a grown man cowering from an innocent little lizard.
Finnick was laying in bed, his eyes wide with terror, with an angry Mr. Snuggles perched on his chest. The Monitor had only arrived that morning, because he didn't enjoy flying. Peeta usually arranged for a courier service to bring his pet and the equipment for his daily care. Clearly Finnick was just a bit surprised by the animal's presence.
''What the fuck is that thing, doing here?'' Finnick demanded.
Mr. Snuggles puffed up and issued a menacing hiss.
''Don't call him a thing, you'll hurt his feelings!'' Peeta scolded.
The blonde marched over to the bed and hefted the enormous reptile up into his arms. The lizard had gotten a little too large to be carried, but he enjoyed being lifted from place to place so Peeta indulged him.
''It's a dumb lizard, it doesn't have feelings.'' Finnick retorted scathingly.
Mr. Snuggles perched his head on Peeta's shoulder and glared at the older Victor.
''He does so! He's very intuitive and he can tell that you resent him.'' Peeta protested.
Finnick stared at the other boy. Standing there, cuddling what looked more like a small dragon than a pet, he almost looked cute. The image was ruined by the animal in question and the look of pure malevolence on it's face.
''It's not intuitive, it's fucking evil.'' Finnick claimed.
Peeta gasped in shock. A look of hurt crossed his features, and he clutched the monitor even tighter, as though to shield it from his friend's words.
''He is not! Look at him, he's a big softy. Aren't you Mr. Snuggles? Yes you are.'' Peeta cooed sweetly.
The boy nuzzled his pampered pet, which looked very pleased at the attention.
''I woke up to it, trying to take a bite out of me!'' Finnick pointed out.
The younger boy rolled his eyes at the ridiculous claim. It was just like that time he took Mr. Snuggles for a walk, and that woman had claimed he was trying to eat her Rottweiler, the lying bitch.
''No he wasn't, he was just saying hello. He hasn't seen you for ages.'' Peeta said to excuse the creature.
Finnick stared at him incredulously. For some reason, the blonde was completely blind when it came to the sneaky reptile. Sadly Peeta was so adorable when he was fussing over the stupid thing, that Finnick couldn't protest too much.
''Fine, just keep him out of my way.'' The older victor grumbled.
Peeta beamed at his reluctant acceptance, causing Finnick's heart skipped a beat, as it usually did when the other boy smiled at him.
''Okey dokey! He usually sleeps in his tank anyway.'' The younger, reassured him.
Peeta then waltzed out of the room, humming soothingly to Mr. Snuggles. The monitor glared over the boy's shoulder, staring at Finnick with a look that promised his imminent demise. The Victor shuddered. If Johanna wasn't still alive, then he'd think she'd been reincarnated into that thing. They were both evil to everyone, but seemed to adore Peeta. Not that Finnick could blame them. It was impossible, to not love Peeta.
''Mr. Snuggles, only shares the bed when he has trouble sleeping.'' Peeta called back to him.
Finnick's eyes widened in horror.
''That monster is not sleeping in our bed!''
After feeding Mr. Snuggles, and breaking up a fight between the lizard and Finnick, he'd decided to leave for school. If his partner ended up getting mauled, then it was his own fault. He'd call him when he got to the school, to make sure he was ready to get to the college for his classes on time. Peeta could be a bit of a mother hen at times.
He was happy that he finally got to drive his most recent car. They'd been using Finnick's Mercedes all weekend and Peeta was happy to finally get behind the wheel. He didn't usually go for flashy things, but when it came to a set of wheels he needed it fast and shiny. The dark blue Ferrari 599 GTO, was a beautiful piece of machinery. It almost got him hard, gunning the engine through the deserted back roads to Panem. He of course completely shattered the speed limits, but he really didn't give a damn. Peeta made a mental note to install a car seat for Mr. Snuggles, as soon as possible.
As he rolled up to the school, he was pleased to see that his car didn't stand out too much. There were a number of expensive vehicles in the student parking lot, but not any that he was tempted too lay naked on whilst touching himself. Not that he'd ever do that or anything. Hmm Finnick on his Ferrari? Holy crap, his mind was awesome.
As he got out of the car, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder, a number of people stared at him. Some looked confused, obviously wondering why they didn't recognize him. Others looked appreciative, but Peeta just assumed that they were looking at the car. If they touched his new baby, he'd end their collective existences.
He didn't really pay attention to the looks he got, as he strolled up to the school. The dress code was optional, so he'd gone with a simple white t-shirt and black jeans. Even though both items fit rather snugly, he didn't think that people would care.
Hopefully the staring would die down soon enough, he wanted to be seen as a nobody after all, because attention might attract the notice of the schools more popular students. Like the ones he was here to covertly guard.
Peeta had convinced himself that he'd be invisible to everyone soon enough. It was just because he'd transferred mid semester that they were curious.
Marvel Vandal was bored. Really really bored. Cato, Glim and Clove had opted to stay in this weekend, to keep their parents off of their backs. And so there hadn't been much to do. There was only so many times he could play Cato and Clove at Halo before they got tired of her winning. And now they were back at school. He really needed to blow off some steam.
As usual they had their crew assembled around them in the quad as they held court. With the Core Four, as they called themselves, were the usual suspects. Leah, a conniving red head with a face like a fox, was there fawning over Cato just like every other day. The girl had an ear for gossip and she was shrewdly observant of those around her, which made her a useful acquaintance.
Next too him was Thresh, a hulking dark skinned boy, who was with them on the lacrosse team. He was a good player, but spent most of his time in brooding silence, which was fine with Marvel because he liked to talk a lot.
At their feet, on the bottom of the steps that they claimed as their hang out, was Kwik. He was an excitable freshman that was friends with Thresh's sister Rue. The kid was a genius though, so if they spent a weekend partying instead of doing homework, then he could always be relied on to help. Of course the kids idea of help was just doing it for them, which was fine and dandy.
Treasure, and her boyfriend Xander, were seated with Glimmer. Treasure's father owned the hottest nightclub in the Capitol, so she was good to have around, even if she was vapid and annoying. She was pretty hot though, plus she was on the cheerleading squad with Glim, and the blonde girl liked her. Her boyfriend was an OK guy, that tried way too hard to get his and Cato's approval, but Marvel wasn't opposed to being idolized so it was cool.
There were numerous other hangers on that Marvel barely remembered the names of half of the time. He was sure Glimmer and Clove could name them all and their darkest secrets, but he didn't care who they were. Their only purpose was to make them look good, by following them around like celebrities. What good was it being rich and popular if you didn't have groupies?
Right now though he was bored, and none of the others seemed bothered about doing anything interesting with their time before the bell rang for classes. He was tempted to ask one of the others, if they wanted to fool around in the janitors closet. He'd gone through every hot and interesting person at Panem Academy, and no one outside of his three friends was worth his time. They needed to go out, so he could find some fresh meat. Maybe he and Cato could have one of their contests. They would both pick some hot young thing and see who could bed them first. It was always fun.
''A new kid? Mid-semester? How did they pull off a transfer just like that?'' Glimmers voice rose, snapping him from his thoughts.
He tuned into the conversation between her and Leah, and it appeared the others were paying rapt attention as well.
''No Idea, I couldn't find out much about him...except that he's a boy and in most of mine and Clove's classes. His transcripts didn't even have a picture.'' The red head grumbled, obviously put out by the lack of gossip.
''I'm guessing that he's blonde, about five foot seven, and way too well built to be wearing clothes that tight.'' Little Rue chipped in.
''Watcha talking about squirt?'' Thresh rumbled in his deep voice.
The slight girl pointed across the quad to the far side.
''The eye candy over there, that I've never seen before.'' She chirped.
Marvel looked where she was gesturing, and vaguely heard Thresh telling her she was too young to be thinking about 'eye candy', but he wasn't really listening. He was far more interested in the treat his eyes were getting.
''Fuck me.'' Cato whispered.
Marvel shot his best friend, and sometimes lover, a smirk.
''I'm thinking more 'fuck him!' but if you want to bottom you could just ask.'' He quipped.
Cato shot him a glare, but quickly turned back to watch the new boy as he casually glided past them, without even looking in their direction. Marvel frowned a little at that, as he was used to people paying attention to them. The mystery boy didn't give them a second glance though.
He was...gorgeous. Rue was right about that. He wasn't particularly tall, but he was sure that both he and Cato could appreciate that. His body though, was just plain yummy. The clothes he was wearing clung sinfully to his toned muscles, just begging to be touched. His golden blonde hair, a deeper shade than Cato's or Glimmer's, shone in the morning sunlight as he moved.
''Once again the universe proves that it loves me!'' Marvel declared.
Cato was captivated. And from Marvel's words, he knew that he wasn't the only one. It looked like they would be having yet another competition.
The boy they were looking at though was definitely worth it. Cato and Marvel, had been best friends since before they could walk. The same with both Clove and Glimmer. And the two of them had always had similar tastes and interests. Once they'd reached puberty, that had extended to the people they were sexually attracted too.
Sometimes they shared people and other times they went against each other, to see who could score with them first. It was one of many games, that kept things interesting during the school year. Lately they'd run out of new prospects, but it looked as if luck was on their side, as one of the hottest pieces of ass he'd ever set eyes on had showed up looking like a wet dream. He'd always been a passionate person, that believed in following his gut. Right now his hormones were screaming at him too grab the new kid and fuck him into the ground. He could just picture that body trapped beneath him, moaning and begging as he...
''Cato? Cato! Listen when i'm talking too you dammit!'' Clove yelled, smacking him hard upside the head.
''Ow! Jesus woman, what the fuck?'' He growled at his cousin.
The petite girl dismissed his tone.
''Glim asked if we wanted to hit the city tonight.'' She repeated, uncaring of his anger.
''Oh, um sure, whatever.'' He carelessly agreed, before turning back to watching the new kid.
Unfortunately, it seemed the golden haired boy had disappeared whilst Clove had been talking crap.
''Where the hell did Marvel run off too?'' Glimmer demanded, looking around for their friend.
Cato was confused, as the dark haired boy had been there a moment ago. After a moment of speculation, he cursed. Trust the raven haired boy to jump straight at the chance to get the pretty new toy. But no way was he going to hit that before Cato did.
He clambered to his feet and began stomping in the direction that the blonde had been heading.
''Cato? Where are you going?'' Clove questioned him, though judging by her tone she knew exactly what was going on.
Cato paused. He was suddenly aware of the fact, that she'd grabbed his attention just as Marvel had vanished.
''Hey!'' He whined in realisation of her deception.
''Something wrong Cato?'' She asked innocently.
''I'm your cousin, why did you give Marvel an opening?'' Cato demanded.
The girl smiled evilly.
''Because you told me that red dress made me look like a hooker.'' She answered.
He stared at her incredulously.
''That was months ago!'' Cato pointed out.
''Revenge is a dish best served cold sweetie.'' She cooed.
Cato glared at his relative, and long time friend, before turning on his feet and storming off after Marvel. No way was he going to win this one. That new boy would look much better on him than Marvel...literally.
AN/ Awesome? Blow worthy? Give me your opinions...unless they're really mean coz that'll get you a response of Mr. Snuggles to the face.