Hi everyone! So I know I said that I was done, but lately, I have run into a good bit of free time, and I decided to take a look at my story once again. I will say I am not the best writer, but gosh darn it, I am a lot better now than I was when I started this story. Because of that, I am planning on rewriting the first few chapters of my story so they are a little bit less cringe, and a little bit more reasonable and realistic in some departments (if you know what I mean..) Well, I hope you enjoy!

"I honest to god don't know how these military brats do it, but from now on I officially have decided that whole concept of "moving" is canceled. Completely and utterly canceled."

I say this as I dejectedly stare at the small wall of boxes that has managed to take up a whole side of my room.

"Well its not like anyone told you this was going to be easy, Peeta." My mom yells in response to my tired musings in my room. "Now get to unpacking your stuff! Just because we're moving in this evening doesn't mean that school isn't starting tomorrow… And its your first day of senior year, so try to cheer up."

I shout back a tired response and let out a large sigh as I attempt to start unpacking my whole life, shipped over from California in a seemly endless amount of 24" brown, cardboard boxes. Thinking that I should get at least some of my essentials unpacked for school tomorrow, I take a box cutter and, rather satisfyingly, go to town on the few boxes labeled: "Peeta's Personal Shit." Let's just say that my mom wasn't too jazzed about that name… But after it being in the end her decision to uproot our family from our home to move to follow some business venture, we can come to the conclusion that I currently am not too jazzed about her as well.

However, since no amount of whining and screaming will take us back, I decide that a good night's rest will do me something in preparing for whatever Crystal Hills High (CHH for short) has in store for me tomorrow. With mostly apprehension, mixed with a little bit of hope in my head, I get myself ready for bed, hop in, and quickly fall asleep.

About eight and a half hours later, after my phone's alarm so rudely interrupted a particularly steamy dream involving myself and a certain Liam Hemsworth, I roll out of bed and start to get ready for the day ahead. I begin with a quick shower, brush my teeth, floss, the usual things of course. Then I set out and start the most important part of my morning routine: my hair. Since I am going to be making a first impression upon people I'll be at school and living with for the next year, I better make it a damn good one. And right as I am in the middle of crafting the perfect first day of senior year look, my concentration shatters like a dropped plate as her fist bangs on my door with her yelling:

"Peeta! I refuse to have you be late on your first day! If you aren't in your car in the next five minutes, you'll loose driving privileges for a week!"

I go to respond with a witty retort, but when thinking about the possible consequences, I decide to put the brakes on that one for now.

"Okay mom, I just finished, I'm leaving now!"

With that apparently being a satisfactory enough response, I hear her mutter something along the lines of "you better" while she makes her way out of my room.

After thanking god for getting that woman off my back for once, I quickly finish up, grab a breakfast bar, and climb into my truck, the remnants of sleep still present physically and mentally, but fading fast. I roll down the windows, start up the engine, and make my way to the high school at a feverish pace, hoping that I don't actually end up being late on the first day.

With "Juice" by Lizzo playing out loud as I whip into an open spot in the school parking lot, I can't help but notice the attention I garner as I walk over to the school. Now normally I wouldn't pay any attention to that, I mean, this town seems small enough so I am sure that they can smell new blood from like a mile away. But my eyes catch those of a devastatingly handsome male from across the grassy courtyard, who seems to be apart of a group that is looking over and whispering as well.

As mentioned before, his eyes, damn, his eyes, even from where I am standing I can tell that they look like two gleaming emeralds plucked straight from a jeweler's case. That, along with a strong jaw line, over all attractive face, short dirty blonde hair, and tanned skin. Oh yes, lots and lots and lots of tan skin, makes this unknown man very hot indeed.

And as I mentally go over his features, seemingly like he knew exactly what I was doing, he shoots me a winning smile that I genuinely wasn't prepared for. Honestly, it almost took my breath away… Like, who said it was okay to make someone that hot. President Snow? God himself? I don't know, but it makes the rest of us look bad. Pushing that thought out of my mind though, I walk into the main entrance of the school, looking back one more time, catching the eyes of this unknown stranger once again. With that, much like before, I get rewarded with another decadent smile from his face that, maybe, just maybe, has a little hint of… Hmm… Lust I suppose?

If this early at this school I am starting to scope out some nice material, it bodes well for the rest of the school I have a feeing, attractive wise if it just be at that. In addition, if I'm already staring to get some attention from the people here and I've only been at school for five minutes, I feel like that might be a good sign as well.

I think that as I take in my surroundings while I walk over to the front desk to pick up my class schedule, and some standard issue school material. I am greeted by a rather peculiar looking front desk lady that is wearing a lavender wig specked with small hummingbird figurines, along with a rather loud lime green strapless dress that is adorned with flower appliqués. Not wishing to delve into my critical thinking skills this early in the morning to decipher why she's wearing that, I complement this "Miss Trinket", or "Effie" as she requested me call her, on her outfit. Hearing the class bell ring, signifying the beginning of home room, I take a quick look at my schedule, and make my way to my assigned room.

Walking inside, I scan the room to see who I'll have to deal with in the morning for the next few months, and my eyes immediately get drawn to those of a particularly stunning green that I definitely have seen before.

"Hi! My name's Finnick, pleasure to make your acquaintance. I think I remember catching your eyes when you were walking inside before homeroom."

After saying that, he shoots me the same grin that he did when we were outside while he extends his hand out and shakes mine. Wow, quite a grim grip! This time though, the hint of lust that I thought that I saw has become a little bit more noticeable up close. While studying his face further I reply:

"Hey, my name's Peeta Mellark, nice to meet you!"

"Well, now that we got that out of the way, why don't you plop down next to me and tell me a little more about yourself? I can smell a newbie from a mile away."

The little voice in my head shouts "nailed it!" as I respond with a small chuckle, agreeing to take the spot closest to him. Conversation flows easy between us as we share some customary information about ourselves, and we talk right until the teacher shushes us before she reads the morning announcements. And as I sat and essentially tuned out what boring ass announcements this school had, I couldn't help but notice this Finnick unabashedly checking me out from the corner of my eye. After seeing this that little voice in my head returns saying:

"Maybe things will be a little more interesting here than originally thought…"

Well one thing I know for sure is, I am totally game.