AU: This is my brand new story, I actually drafted this chapter while I was board in class, I would like to thank my Beta for correcting all my Grammar and spelling mistakes, they know who they are, anyway here is the first chapter hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Peeta sat in class; he was so bored and he hated math so much. He doodled on his page of work, covering it in cartoon characters. His friend Finnick nudged him.
"You know if you don't start paying attention you won't pass," he lectured.
"What, are you my teacher? What the fuck is this anyway?" Peeta asked.
"It's called fractions," Finnick replied.
"What the fuck?" Peeta asked, clueless.
Peeta and Finnick were two of the most opposite people ever—but they were best friends. Finnick was the biggest geek ever; his school uniform had always been perfect since his first school, and his attendance was 100% with 100% punctuality. Nonetheless, Finnick was a pretty handsome guy; he had bronze hair, green eyes and was quite well built.
Peeta on the other hand was a rebel. He never listened in class, spent his time creating art—sometimes in the wrong places which cost him a week's worth of community service removing said art—he also enjoyed having the odd drink of cheap alcohol and the sly smoke round the back of the bike sheds with Cato.
"Christ I hate school!" Peeta cursed.
"Well there isn't long left now," Finnick replied.
"There is a whole fucking year left! I can't do this. I may just drop out," Peeta replied.
"Well that's wise," Finnick replied sarcastically, shaking his head.
"Odair, Mellark, anything you would like to share with the class?" Mr. Crane asked.
"Yeah, math sucks" Peeta replied.
"Oh it does does it?" Mr. Crane asked as he bent down in front of Peeta with his perfectly shaped beard
"Yes it does!" Peeta replied smirking.
"Okay well it may be boring but if you don't listen then how are you expected to get a job?" Mr. Crane asked.
"Well unless I am going to be a math teacher, why do I need to know what some two fucking numbers with a line in the middle means?" Peeta cursed.
"Out, Mellark. Out!" Mr. Crane shouted.
Peeta grabbed his bag and stood up knocking his chair over.
"Why Peeta? Why?" Finnick asked shaking his head.
"Pick that chair up," Mr. Crane demanded.
"No. Why should I?" Peeta replied.
"Right to Mr Snow's office, now!" Mr. Crane replied.
"World record Peeta—this is like your tenth time this week at the head's office! Good luck," Finnick said.
Peeta was always at the Principles office. Yesterday he had been sent there for pretending to dry hump the school's mascot. Peeta waited outside texting some girl he had met randomly hoping to hook up with her. Her name was Glimmer…at least he thought that was her name.
The office door opened.
"Well, well, well; if it isn't Peeta Mellark. Heard you have been giving some lip to Mr Crane again?" Mr. Snow asked.
"He asked for it! He gets smart with me, so I get smart with him" Peeta replied.
"Peeta, I taught your brother Rye and I can ensure you that he was nothing like you. I heard Rye has now gone on to do great things, am I not correct?" Mr. Snow questioned.
Peeta raised his eye brow. "You're comparing me to my brother? What sort of crazy shit is that!?" Peeta asked has he chucked.
"Oh Peeta, I know you used to be such a sweet boy, but since your dad died you changed. I blame that mother of yours—she was always a piece of work, even when she studied here. I know that the Peeta you used to be is still there somewhere; that sweet boy who would do anything for anyone" Mr. Snow said.
"Okay, enough with the soft shit, can I go now?" Peeta asked
"Not yet, I have something that I want you to do" Mr. Snow asked.
Peeta shook his head and sat back in his chair laughing, "I am dying to hear this" he replied. He proceeded to put his feet up on the desk. "Come on then, what is it you want me too do? And could you please hurry—I got some girl waiting for me and she is pretty anxious to have me," Peeta replied suggestively.
"Well, we are getting a new student, she has come from the Seam, and I need you too look out for her, help her if she needs it. Can I rely on you Peeta?" Mr. Snow asked.
"What, you want me to be a babysitter?" Peeta asked laughing.
"No just help her out. Come on the old Peeta would have done anything for anybody. Come on, you really need to get your shit together boy because if you fail this year then how are you going to get into college and get a good job?" Mr. Snow asked.
"I don't need college, I'm gonna be an artist, okay? And no! Ask Finnick or somebody else because I am not anybody's babysitter," Peeta replied.
"You're hopeless Peeta. At least meet the girls first before you say no?" Mr. Snow asked.
"For fuck sake…fine. But don't expect me to be by her side twenty four seven, I have a life as well," Peeta replied, taking his feet off the table.
Mr. Snow smiled. "Excellent Peeta! Well, I will let you get back to class—come here at 9am in the morning and I will introduce you too the lovely lady," Mr. Snow replied.
"So what's the chicks name?" Peeta asked.
"Katniss Everdeen."