Author's Note: Hey. So it's been a little while. I don't have much to tell you except I'm typing this on an unfamiliar computer so please excuse the inevitable mistakes to come. Also, I go back to school on September 1st.

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Chapter 2

Clove POV

"How is this possible?" I screamed.

It was after school and we were at my house. I had the whole weekend to figure out how I got nominated but I wanted to know immediately.

"I honestly need to know. Did I miss an outcast meeting or something?"

My group stayed silent but I saw Katniss and Foxface exchange a look.

"Oh, yes. Please stay silent. I totally want to know how I, of all people, got nominated for prom queen. So I will ask again. Did I miss-"

"Yes, Clove," Katniss finally yelled. "That's exactly it!"

"Why was I of all people chosen? Literally anyone would be better!"

"You were the only one not there," Cato admitted sheepishly.

"We asked around and no one wanted to do it. You weren't there so now you are our nominee," Marvel added.

"When was this meeting?"

"Last week. The day before we all changed our minds about going to prom," Peeta whispered.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that this decision was made?"

"Clove, be honest with us. If we had asked you to do this, would you have done it or would you have sworn at us and said no?" Foxface asked with a sigh.

I opened my mouth to lie but I knew these people knew me too well to believe my bullshit.

"No but you know I could have found someone better to be queen."

"Clove, think of this this way." Katniss stood up, almost to challenge my position. "No one has more bad blood with the twins than you. How amazing would to be to watch those dumb little smirks come right off of their faces when you take the crown over both of them. No one is more popular than those two and if you win, you rule over them. You can get rid of these labels and bring us all up a notch. When one of us losers win, we all get brought up. And for a loser to win over the school princesses, that's even better."

I thrust my pointer finger into the air in front of me.

"Pop."

"What the hell was that?" Cato asked.

"Sorry. I was bursting your bubble."

"What are you saying?" Foxface asked.

"There is no way in hell I can beat them. Around one third of the school has been declared outcast. Only one third. Yes, that guarantees me a spot in the final three. But here's what will happen prom night. I will have all of the outcast votes. But Glimmer and Maysilee's poplar two thirds will choose one of the girls to win ahead of time. Bam, one of them gets two thirds of the votes, the other gets very few, and we lose. Nothing happens and there is no way for us to win."

The doorbell rang just as I finished my rant. I blew a lock of hair out of my face before storming out of the room.

"Someone better be dying," I growled.

I opened the door to see Finnick, Gloss, Gale, Thresh, and Will (A/N Male district three tribute.) standing outside my house. They started singing.

You're gone and I gotta stay
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you babe
I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life
To forget I'm missing you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

As they finished, they all held a rose in my direction, all of which being different colors.

"What the fuck?"

Finnick stood up straight, looking like he was ready to explain.

"There is a tradition where all prom king nominees must congratulate prom queen nominees the same day as they are announced," Finnick explained. "We chose to congratulate you all with rose and a serenade."

He then forced his red rose into my hands. A pink rose, yellow rose, purple rose, and orange rose were added.

"Finnick, was this by any chance your idea?"

I knew the swim team captain too well. It was certified when he gave a sheepish nod.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Dance with me when we are crowned king an queen."

The other four boys gave him a look.

"Okay well thanks for the roses but I'm going to shut the door before the fighting starts."

As I said, I shut the door and walked back into the kitchen.

"Who the fuck gave you roses?" Marvel asked. "Cato doesn't even do that."

The blonde hit his best friend's head almost to tell him to shut up.

"Prom King nominees."

"Why roses? Almost every year, they give carnations or daisies to the girls. Roses are just so formal."

I looked at the brunette female.

"Finnick Odair is a Prom King nominee. That's why."

She nodded. I could tell she was probably thinking that Finnick was planning on giving all the boys a rose too. Roses were flirty and it made sense. Finnick Odair flirts with EVERYONE.

"Guys, I'm still not sure I'm comfortable doing this."

"It's too late now."

I sighed and set the rose down on the counter. I picked up the red rose, the one Finnick gave me. The wheels were turning in my head. Habits, the song they chose to sing, was playing over and over in my head.

I can do this.

I have to.

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