Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, only the story idea and the universe it's set in... That makes me sound like a god hehe

A/N: This is my second Hunger Games fanfiction, and I'm still carrying on with my first, though this is a WHOLE lot different to my other one. I hope you enjoy reading this, and if you do please follow, favourite, review and/or PM me! Let me know what you think! Thanks!

A warning, in my mind the Hunger Games cast (minus a few like Peeta, Prim, Rue, etc.) swear, so be aware that there will be cursing.

-R

PART 1

Without knowing, I call your name,

When I see you my heart trembles.

From the start I was attracted to your eyes,

It's been a while since I started liking you.

Chapter 1

Clove Roxen stood at the gates of her new school, tapping her foot. She was early, abnormally so, and the gates were still locked. As she peered into the school's grounds, she doubted that anyone was even in. She wasn't eager to start her new school life – in fact, it was quite the opposite, she dreaded it – she just naturally woke up early so she could fit in everything she wanted to do that day. Throwing her bag over the iron gates, she quickly followed, scaling them like she scaled the gates to her old school. It seemed no matter where she went, she would always be doomed to have to climb over school gates. She landed on her feet quietly, having perfected landing without making a noise. She picked up her messenger bag, brushing off some dust as she did, and swung it over her shoulder. Sighing, she walked up the path to the entrance, a grand archway made of marble, and deposited herself on the ground next to it, leaning against it. Bringing her knees close to her chest, she closed her eyes. This would be a ritual for days and days to come, no doubt.

Half an hour later, something jabbed her leg. Opening one eye lazily, an old man, presumably the caretaker, jumped back, startled. He probably thought I was dead, Clove thought before closing her eyes again. She doesn't go to sleep, just rests her eyes and mind, until she hears a key rattle in the door's lock. Jumping to her feet, she follows the caretaker inside, inspecting the building she'll be spending most of the next two years in.

The school is huge to accommodate all the years from kindergarten to college, preparing them for university. But it's no ordinary school, because of the high numbers that it is open to (girls, boys, and every age from 4-18 years old), it has entrance examinations that are taken every year, to cut down on the number of students it allows in. Clove passed the examinations with ease, her old school had prepared her well, and the interviews after were easy, she just had to act like a girl – which was harder than anticipated despite being, obviously, a girl.

Clove spent the remainder of her time alone, stood outside the office's door. The staff hadn't gotten in yet, so she was alone with the caretaker, and he was somewhere else anyway, so it was a long boring wait. But one she put up with without complaining. When a woman, in her late thirties with startling pink candy-floss curly hair, walked in to find something sprawled across the bench outside her office, she was far from pleased. Like the caretaker, she grabbed a metre-ruler and poked the – what she thought was – sleeping form, only for the form to whip around quickly and slam her arm down on the metre-ruler, snapping it in half. Effie Trinket was surprised, shrieking out when both halves of the ruler fell to the floor. She watched the strange girl inspect her arm, a red mark where she had hit the ruler that would no doubt become a bruise later, half-curious and half-frightened to death. Effie stood up taller, easy because of her six-inch heels, and stared down at the girl down her nose. She needed to be authoritative. She was the adult here. But as the girl glared up at her, she hoped that she was the adult here. The girl stuck her hand out to Effie, who took it carefully, and shook her hand. Clove had no doubt she'd scared the pink-haired woman to death and, while she took pride in that inside, she wanted to make a good first-impression.

"My name is Clove Roxen." she gave the woman a small shy smile, completely fake, "I'm transferring here for the next two years."

"Effie Trinket. But Miss. Trinket to you." the woman said stiffly before relaxing. "You're probably the earliest student in the world."

Clove merely shrugged. "I've been earlier. I slept in today."

Effie felt her eyes bulge as she took in the girl's small figure before her. She looked smaller than the average height, though only by a tiny bit, pale too, only increasing the whole 'fragile' look she had going for her. Dark brown hair framed her face, large chocolate eyes drawing people in, and if it wasn't for the thin cut below her left eye, Effie would've thought that this girl was sheltered and hadn't gotten out of her house in her life.

The cut surprised Effie, thin and long, like a wound you'd get from a blade or a whip. She felt herself gulp at the sight of it.

"How'd you get the cut?" Effie asked, trying to seem uninterested. This only made Clove's smile widen, though Effie wasn't sure if she wanted it to. Clove stepped closer.

"Wouldn't you like to know...?" she murmured, winking as she did. Effie's reaction was priceless. Stumbling back, she dashed to the door of the office, opened it, and slammed it shut. Clove could hear her cursing through the walls, and sat back down on the bench. It was at least more comfortable than the floor. That's where she'd had to wait at her old school. Minutes later, a bell rung, officially announcing the school's opening to students. Clove didn't care, she'd get here the same time tomorrow, it didn't matter what time students were allowed in, she'd get in regardless. Teachers scuffled past her, raising an eyebrow at her, before shaking their heads and muttering something about 'damn organised students'. She guessed it made the teachers look bad if she got in before them.

Coming back, Effie shoved papers into Clove's ready arms. Saying a quick 'than you', Clove walked away, feeling elated as she looked at her timetable. This year she'd been told the amount of subjects she could choose were reduced to five, and she'd have another lesson slot to do with whatever the hell she wanted. So Biology was her first hour on the timetable. It wasn't her favourite of the five, but she could survive having it Monday morning. It wasn't like she had History on Monday anymore. She groaned, remembering the countless times she fell asleep and was given a detention, interfering with her track team's schedule. She was determined to not let that happen this year. As she walked around, with no real purpose, students seemed to be trickling in. They filled the absence of sound with meaningless babble, most of which were conversations of who was kicked out this year. It was a known fact that when a new student came in, they had kicked out one of the old ones. Which meant at least someone would be after her, unless the student Clove had kicked out hadn't had many friends.

Cato Darrow sat in his car, taking a drag of his cigarette. He had meant to quit. He had tried to quit. But that was three months ago and things change. It was the first day back at school, so there was plenty to be nervous about. Like who he'd get to beat up first. Or who he'd make out with by the end of the day. His bet was on Peeta Mellark and Glimmer Lockhart respectively. His nose wrinkled at the idea of making out with Mellark. He wasn't that desperate. Finch Wyatt, a quiet dark redhead, knocked on his window, making him jump. He simply opened the car door and she slipped in, her face falling when she smelled the smoke.

"I thought you'd quit." she said, opening the window. Cato grunted.

"It didn't last that long. Not my fault we didn't see each other over the holidays."

Finch rolled her eyes. "Excuse me for wanting to have some time with my family."

Cato said nothing.

"Who do you think has been cut then?" Finch asked, referring to the fact that because of the limited places, if anyone new was brought in, someone was kicked out.

Cato shrugged. "I'm hoping Mellark's gone."

Finch snorted. "Hell no. He's got better grades than half the shitheads here."

"One can dream."

"... Gale Hawthorne?"

That got Cato's attention.

"No fucking way! He's on my team, he better not have."

Finch raised her arms defensively. "I'm only tossing out names."

"Then toss out some names that actually deserve to leave."

She suddenly grabbed the cigarette just as he brought it to his mouth again. Throwing it out the window, she tugged on his arm.

"We're going to be late." she told him. He shrugged her off.

"And?"

"They're probably going to ask you to make a speech or some shit like that."

"I don't give a damn."

Finch sighed. Cato could be such a child sometimes.

"Then they'll ask Marvel to do it."

He suddenly started choking.

"...MARVEL?!"

She looked at him, eyebrows raised. Do I look like I'm lying?

"Well, then, let's go! Hurry up!" He pushed her out of the car and quickly followed.

Yeah, Finch thought as they walked towards the entrance, Cato was such a child.

"Hey," Finch said, punching Cato in the arm.

"What?!" he roared, still pissed off that someone may consider Marvel better than him. In Marvel's fucking dreams. Finch jabbed her finger towards a group of people. Cato sighed.

"Yeah, they're people. Get over it. I know you haven't been out in a while but- HEY WHAT?!" he cried out when Finch hit his arm.

"She's a new face right?" she stated blandly. Cato followed her gaze to a petite girl standing by the lockers. He nodded in agreement. He knew practically everyone in the school but he did not know her. He looked her up and down, deciding that she would easily prey to his charms. First person he'd make out with today: her, whoever she was.

Sensing someone looking at her, Clove shuddered and turned her head to try and see who it was. Her gaze was met by a blonde-haired boy's, who was looking her up and down impassively with ice blue eyes. He vaguely looked like Peeta, Clove thought, but dismissed the thought when she saw there was no real feeling behind his eyes. He was just like a predator.

"Clove!" A shout resounded through the hallways. She whipped around and ran to the person responsible for calling her name.

"Peeta!" she gasped in excitement. They'd met in at an art camp for the past few years, and she had been overjoyed she would at least know someone in her new school. Hugging him, she could smell baking. Raising an eyebrow, she leaned back, only to find she'd crushed some cookies.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, Peeta!"

He barked out a laugh and thrust them towards her.

"S'okay. They're yours anyway."

She grinned and popped of a piece of one in her mouth. It melted and she groaned.

"I love you so fucking much. Marry me."

Laughing, Peeta swung an arm around her tiny shoulders.

"I think Katniss would disapprove of me getting married behind her back."

Clove shook her head, her eyes glinting darkly. "Not if she was my maid of honour."

"I'm sure she'd love that." Peeta drawled, placing a kiss on her forehead easily. They laughed and talked some more about unimportant things that they wouldn't remember later. Cato and Finch just stopped and stared. Cato's head fell into his hands.

"Fuck."

"What?" Finch asked.

"I can't fucking beat him up if I want to get off with her!" he whined.

Finch simply whacked him on the head.

Boys. Such idiots.

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