Brutus POV

I was walking through the halls when a girl accidentally bumped into me. We both fell to the floor, but I quickly got up. She was still picking up her books that she dropped. I've never seen her before. "Watch where you're going!" I yelled.

"Sorry," she apologized. She looked up at me and I was mesmerized. She had beautiful tan skin, long dark hair, slender waist, toned muscles, and beautiful eyes. Snap out of it, Brutus.

"You better be," I warned. I walked off and headed to my first period, Chemistry. In Panem Arts High School, the schedule is not like the other ordinary high schools. In the morning from 8:30 to 11:30 you go to the three academic classes that you have chosen. Then we have lunch at 11:30 to 12:30. From 12:30 to 3:00 you go to your talent class. Most people have one talent while others have two; which was rare. School basically ends at 2:00 but we're not allowed to leave the school. So we hang out at places like the cafeteria and the library, then we're allowed to go to our dorms; Panem Arts is a boarding school. No one in this school has had more than three talents. I walked into Biology and sat down by myself because Cashmere wasn't in this class. Ten minutes later, Ms. Effie, came in and got us all settled down. Her last name is Trinket, but she prefers us to call her by her first name.

"Okay class," she began to say. Ugh, I hate her annoying high-pitched voice. "Today we will be reading over Chapter Eleven and answer some questions."

Then the girl I bumped into came in – she was panting. Guess she had to run to get here. "Sorry I'm late, I got lost."

"That's alright, dear," said Ms. Effie. "Are you the transfer student from New York?"

"Yep," replied the girl, popping out the p.

"Oh!" exclaimed Ms. Effie with enthusiasm. "Class, I would like you to meet… What's your name?"

"Enobaria Ryder," replied the girl.

"Class, I would like you to meet Enobaria Ryder. She is from New York and she came on scholarship. Please make her feel welcome." Then Enobaria smiled. "You can take a seat right next to Brutus over there." She pointed at me and Enobaria sat down. I grinned, this was interesting. Enobaria Ryder, huh? Wait, Ryder as in…?

"Brutus Jones," I introduced myself while reaching out my hand for her to shake.

She didn't shake it. "Enobaria Ryder." She opened up her book and looked straight at the teacher.

"Ryder as in…" I began.

"Ryder as in Lacrosse Ryder," she snapped. No way, this girl is Lacrosse Ryder's daughter. He is the best quarterback player known to man. He's married to Genevieve Ryder, the world's top fashion designer. These people are filthy rich. I've seen Enobaria before on TV, but I didn't recognize her now because she looked so different. She didn't have on any makeup and her hair was in a high ponytail. She still looked beautiful. Stop saying that.

I went back into reality once Ms. Effie snapped her fingers in my face to grab my attention. "Brutus, quit bothering that poor girl and get to work. You'll be her partner and help her out since she hasn't read the other chapters with us." Then the whole class began to read and answer questions about the chapter.

"Ugh," I said as I leaned on my chair. "Do you need any help?" I asked her in a boring voice. She shook her head no and began to read. I got bored and decided to read also. Once we finished reading, we answered the questions. More like she answered the questions. I gotta say, she was really smart, especially since she didn't know about the past material we've read through.

Ms. Effie passed by our table and checked our answers. "All correct," she said, impressed. "Oh, Enobaria. Since midterms are coming in less than a month, I won't be putting all of the material we've learned since August, since you just got here today."

"That's alright," said Enobaria. Was this girl crazy? Does she want to fail the first semester? "I'll do just fine. I have no problem with taking the full midterm just like everybody else."

"Are you sure?" asked Ms. Effie.

"Yes," replied Enobaria. "I'm sure." This girl was something else. Then the bell rang; she grabbed her cross over tote and her books.