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Oh, the joys of living in my world. In some place full of snobby kids with rich parents. In the land of rain, more rain, and sometimes hail. Also known as London.

I walk into E3, my form room. Everything went silent as all the other students turned to stare at me. Suddenly self-conscious, I hurried to my seat next to my best friend, Annie, and like nothing had happened they all continued their conversations. What was their problem? Or their logic, which seemed to be 'blatantly stare at whoever walks into a room because they're just that interesting'. There's nothing particularly fascinating about a fairly tall brunette walking into a room, is there? Apparently there is. I won't ever understand these people.

I quickly glance around the room. I'm not the last here, as there are still a few empty seats in the front of the classroom. It's always the same, every year. A few popular girls, busy putting on makeup. A few popular boys, some begging for attention and others just listening to music and staring out of the window. Those tend to be the nicer ones, or at least they aren't as bad. I'll have a proper look later. Then are the geeks, the public enemies, and the random students who just fill up the class.

A young man who I judge to be in his early twenties walks in, a confident half-smile playing on his lips. He can't be that much older than the sixth formers, the oldest pupils in our school, and he's just too young to be a teacher.

'Hey. I'm Mr Spencer. I'm your form tutor for this year.'

Or not.

He's actually pretty hot - for a teacher, that is. I don't remember seeing him before, so he must be new. He stops going on about admin details, lunch cards and so on and actually says something that spikes my interest.

'I know that you already know each other; but we have two new students in this class, so just be nice, okay?'

That's new. I suppose it's because a few students left the school last year so there's extra space.

He sits down on his chair, and begins to check his emails on the computer in the classroom – there's always one of these, in case teachers want to show their students a video or something.

That's when he walks in. What is he doing here? He said he was going to a boarding school! He hovers in the doorway, uncertain.

'Finnick. Finnick!', I hiss. He turns his head slightly, searching for my voice. I wave and he displays a temporary look of astonishment followed by a broad smile. He crosses the room and sits down in the spare seat next to mine.

'Explain.', I demand.

'What am I meant to say? My phone wasn't working, I couldn't exactly tell you.', he replies, grinning.

'Fine', I say, satisfied with his response. 'So – '

'Clove, who's this?', Annie interrupts.

Before I can begin to explain, Finnick flashes a boyish grin and introduces himself. It's fairly obvious he doesn't like Annie in that way (at least so far), but that doesn't stop her from blushing a pretty shade of pink and smiling back.

Leaving them to their slightly awkward but nevertheless cute conversation, I turn my focus back to the door just as the last pupil walks in. He must be the other new kid. I assume that somehow he'll end up with the closely knitted popular group – judging from his confident smirk and good looks. Still, there's no way I would ever fancy him. I can just tell that he's the type who goes through girlfriends the same way I go through clothes – very quickly.

He sits down directly behind me, dumping his bag on the desk. The tinny blare coming from his earphones is irritating me more than it should, so I turn around and glare at him. His deep blue eyes meet mine coolly, something not many people can do.

'What?', he asks, his expression cocky yet unreadable. He smirks at my expression.

'Either turn your music down, or turn it off.'

'You're pretty sexy when you're angry. Tell me, Ice Queen, do you have a number?'

With these words I turn back to the front of the classroom and try to focus on Mr Spencer calling the register. Anything to distract me from thinking about how much overly confident people irritate me. I'm not usually a violent girl, but annoying me isn't exactly the best idea if you like your face the way it is, especially if I'm in a bad mood. Like now.

'Cato Hadley.', Mr Spencer calls.

'Yup.', answers the annoying boy behind me.

'Clove Kentwell.'

'Yes, sir.', I mutter, still buried in my thoughts. Why do I have to be next to him in the register? Most teachers are too lazy to make a proper seating plan and just do it alphabetically. Which means I'll be stuck next to Mr I'm-too-cocky-to-be-decent-to-other-human-beings for the whole year in most lessons. This day just keeps getting better.

I'm on my way up to Chemistry for third period, still basking in the relief brought on by the fact that I didn't have to sit next to Cato for the first two lessons. I walk into the classroom, not daring to look at the seating plan until the last second, certain that my luck can't last. Sure enough, his name is next to mine. Joy.

I look around the lab and notice that he's already sitting in his assigned seat, running his hand through his hair. I can't decide if it's blond or brown. He catches my eye and grins. I feel my muscles tense up as I walk to the back of the classroom and sit down next to him. I start to get my stuff out of my bag.

'Hey, Ice Queen.', he says.

I deliberately ignore him as I take out my pencil case.

'Oh, come on. I was kidding earlier. Just messing around.'

Looking pointedly ahead, I continue to ignore him, waiting as the teacher passes out textbooks. Once he has given me mine, Cato continues.

'Don't be like this. Please?'

With these words he gently places his warm hand on the small of my back. Unable to restrain myself anymore, I turn ninety degrees to glare at him.

'Touch me again and I will kick you where it hurts. Got it?', I hiss.

He removes his hand but doesn't look away. I notice that his dark blue eyes have little, lighter blue waves on them, like those you see on the ceiling when you're in a pool. It's unusual, but not unattractive.

Woah. What am I thinking? Snap out of it, Clove. This is Cato Hadley we're talking about.

'Jeez, Ice Queen. I'm just trying to be nice.'

'Really? Because it seemed different to me.', I reply, arching an eyebrow. I turn my gaze to Annie and Finnick, who by some stroke of luck ended up together. They're whispering and suddenly Finnick bursts out laughing. Seems that everyone is having a reasonably good time, except for me.

The rest of the lesson passes slowly, with Cato refusing to give up the opportunity for conversation no matter how icy my replies are. In my book, first impressions count, and he hasn't made a good one.

It's the end of the day and I'm by my new locker, kneeling as I fume about getting a low one, when the ones above would quite clearly be better suited to my height. After Chemistry, all but one of my lessons were spent sat next to Cato, so I'm in a foul mood.

It's quite late and the corridor is empty, so hopefully I've managed to avoid him – I've had enough of him for today. Someone kneels next to me and opens their locker. I turn and see Cato, just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.

I sigh and continue to pack my bag with homework.

'Give me a chance, Ice Queen. I'll see you at the park at six, by the willow tree.'

Without speaking another word, he chucks me a white smile and leaves, closing his locker.

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