A/N- Sorry I haven't updated for a while, but I had homework and all that junk. I'm feeling REALLLY happy, because I just got my copy of The Mark of Athena today, and now that my friend who came up with this idea has an account, she is no longer just "my friend." So, Panemaniac4life, I hope you're satisfied. And thank you to clatoisreal, britmck, and Wingbreeze for reviewing! Any reviews are welcome and they help me want to post more frequently! So, enjoy this chapter!

Clove

I'm starting to have second thoughts about Marvel liking me. I mean, "that's the crappiest spear I've ever seen" isn't exactly something you say to someone you like... Unless... You think of them as a friend. Oh well. I push these thoughts out of my mind and continue strolling down the District One replica's streets, thinking about where Glimmer might be. Then it hits me. Duh! The section where they make gems and dresses! I rush there just in time to see Glimmer tottering out of a store holding the biggest pile of dresses and accessories I've ever seen. Her heels are so tall that it looks like she's walking on the literal tips of her toes. I rush to help her carry some of the stuff.

"Glimmer! You want to carry this much stuff and wear heels like that at the same time?! Are you crazy?" I ask.

"No, Clove, I am not." She replies. I take stuff from the top of pile into my own arms, which seems to steady Glimmer immediately. She wobbles a little less, but the clothes are still dangerously close to falling down.

"Well then, I guess we have different opinions of crazy." I say.

A few minutes later, we reach Glimmer's house; well, where her house would be if this was the real District One. She enters, and I follow.

"Where do you want me to put this stuff?" I ask her.

"Just set it down right there."

"Okay. Oh yeah, I know where Marvel is."

"Really? Can you get him to come here?"

At that moment, Glimmer's doorbell rings. We go down to answer it, and it's Marvel.

Glimmer looks at him and says, "Took you long enough to get here."

He pretends to look surprised. "You never told me anything! Clove was the one who told me you wanted to find me. Oh yeah, here are the knives, Clove."

My heart jumps as I register his words. He actually bought the knives? What? He's holding out the knives to me, and as I take them, I see the jealousy in Glimmer's face. Wait. Why would she be jealous? She can't be jealous of the knives because as far as I know, she doesn't really have a weapon that she's good at. So…

I feel so stupid. It seems like the answer to why Glimmer is jealous is just floating just out of reach. I can't grab it. Oh well. I pick up the knives and store them on the inside of my jacket. When I died, my clothes weren't damaged, so I got to keep wearing them. They still have the spaces for the knives. I want to try these out immediately, so I ask Glimmer if there's somewhere I can train. Obviously, since this is a Career district, there's got to be somewhere we can train. Marvel jumps in.

"I can take you there, Clove, if you want me to."

When Glimmer answers, her voice is somewhat cold. "No, that's okay Marvel, I'll take her. Why don't you see if Cato is out of the hospital yet?"

Marvel's shoulders seem to–wait, what?–slump a bit when Glimmer says that. "Fine."

Glimmer

I just can't believe Marvel likes Clove more than me. I mean, look at Clove, with her freckles and dark hair, and then look at me. Blond hair and green eyes. It's way prettier than Clove. But still. Marvel likes her more than me. Well, Cato likes me, but he doesn't look as good as Marvel.

I half shove, half guide Clove out the door. Turning around, I wave at Marvel but he doesn't even notice me, too lost in his thoughts about Clove. Ugh. I mean, I'm friends (well, kinda) with Clove, but it's just not fair that Marvel likes her better than me.

Clove walks with me down the street, and since I've walked this path so many times in my childhood I don't even need to focus. My thoughts drift back to Marvel and Clove. It's really obvious that Clove likes Cato, but at least Clove will know what it feels like for me when she sees that Cato likes me more than her. She might even give up on Cato and love Marvel. All I know for sure is that I'm never going to give up on liking Marvel.

When we reach the training place, I see that there is only one other person there besides us. The second Clove goes inside she immediately heads toward the throwing knives section. I want to improve my archery. Like, really, I was so embarrassed when I completely missed Katniss in the tree. That was unbelievable and stupid. Plus it led to my death. My very painful death. Speaking of which, tracker jackers are now my worst fear. The only other person there, a dead tribute from District One, is holding something behind her back. She thrusts it in my face and screams.

"Tracker jackers!"

I totally flip out. "Where? Where are they? Tell me already, where are they?" The tribute laughs so hard that she falls to the ground. The 'tracker jacker nest' she thrust in my face was just a bunch of twigs, leaves, and compacted dirt. Slowly, fury builds up inside of me.

"You think that's funny?! I'd like to see how you'd react if you'd been killed by tracker jackers and somebody threw a fake nest in your face! You're a b****!"

Her laughter dies down immediately. "What did you just call me?" she asks in a murderous tone.

"I called you a b****."

The tributes face starts turning purple, and I laugh.

"Glimmer," she says, "I am going to kill you. And don't look so surprised that I know your name. You're all anyone in District One can talk about. Our first tribute who was killed by 1.) tracker jackers and 2.) a tribute from District Twelve. And the fact that the same tribute just happened to get an eleven. Now how do you feel about yourself?"

My anger must clearly show on my face because the other tribute–was her name Glitter?–laughs again. This time, I can't hold it in anymore. I draw back my fist and punch her. She doubles over for a second, but then straightens up with a murderous glint in her eyes.

"You didn't." she hisses.

"Oh yes I did." I shoot back.

"Glimmer, you are going to regret this." And with that, she whips around, grabs a knife, and slices at me.

A/N- Oooooooh...Glimmer just started a fight...