The bell rang, signalling that we had to go to our first lessons. Marvel and I had checked our times tables against each other's and we had maths together. We waved goodbye to Jo and Gale as they headed off in the opposite direction, I think to history.

It wasn't a very long walk to maths, so Marvel and I chatted a bit, mostly about what they had done last year in Maths; I was making sure that I was at the same point (ish) as everyone else in the class. Thankfully, it turns out we were studying the same course so I am completely up to speed with everyone else!

As we entered the classroom, a few of Marvels friends saw us. They were sat pretty much at the back.

'Hey man' one of them shouted.

'Hey Thresh' Marvel replied, fist bumping the guys and greeting the others.

'Who's the pretty one, Marvel?' Thresh asked. Jokingly Marvel looked around and then turned back to Thresh,

'Pretty one? I can't see….oh you mean me?!'

'Hahaha oh Marvel, I missed your jokes man!' Thresh chuckles.

'I'm just too funny, I know! But this is Clove' Marvel replies, I wave and say hi to the guys.

'So Clove where are you from?' Thresh asks.

'She's from…' Marvel starts to reply before I nudge him hard in the ribs.

'I have my own voice you know!' I say jokingly to Marvel, 'And I'm pretty sure that you were introduced as Marvel!'

'At a girl,' Thresh laughs, 'put this one back in his place! He gets too big for his boots sometimes!'

'Hahaha, oh I'm sure I can handle such a high responsibility!' I quip.

Marvel stands between us looking a bit dejected, 'guys…' he pouts, 'can we please have a be nice to Marvel day for once?!'

I look to Thresh, holding back the giggles, 'Sure!' I manage to get out. I turn to Thresh, 'is it ok if we sit here?'

'Of course! Marvel's always been my buddy!' I smile at him and sit down, and then at Marvel, sitting down on my other side.

'Wow, I feel small!' I say, 'being flanked by you guys is just embarrassing!' We all laugh and settle into an easy conversation about general things, and I answer Thresh's earlier question by saying that I was Finnick's friend from track, and clearly Thresh does some kind of sports too because his eyes light up and he breaks into a big grin,

'Oh! I know who you are now!'

'Should I be worried?!' I ask.

'Hahaha not at all, Finnick always disappears off at meets and we wonder where he goes, sometimes the others go to, and they always come back chatting about this 'girl' now I know who it is!'

I return the grin, 'isn't it lovely to be able to put a name to a face! Or rather a 'girl' to a face! I'll have to get Finn back for the adoring name!'

'If you do be sure to let us know, can't say much but we're not bad at occasionally making Finnick look like an arse, and we're not exactly opposed to it!'

They laugh and we continue chatting, occasionally laughing about what we could possibly do to make my best friend look hilarious. It's clear that it's just banter and we are having a joke, so it's ok to do it! I make it pretty obvious that I don't actually want to do anything to Finnick!

Cato's P.O.V

I walk along the corridor towards my first class, Maths. Ugh! What a way to start the year!

I go into the classroom and see my friends near the back, Thresh, Marvel, and …who's that girl? I see the black hair and then I make the connection. This is the same girl that I saw by the lockers earlier. How is she friends with Marvel, or even Thresh?! My bind is a bit boggled, and then I almost kick myself, realising that she is in fact the girl that is Finnick's childhood best friend and the girl that has more recently become really good mates with the others. Well know I can see why they went over to see her so much, she's beautiful. And the way that they would talk when they came back from seeing her, she must be a nice person. Finnick wouldn't deal with any bullshit with a person, so I guess that means that she's got to be nice.

Casually I saunter back to the guys at the back. Thresh and Marvel are joking about something with the girl. She laughs and she must have said something fairly witty because both the guys are laughing hard and that takes some doing!

'Hey,' I greet them.

Thresh looks up and immediately raises his fist for me to bump it, 'Hey! Dude, can't believe that we're in the same class! This is going to be epic!' I bump his fist, slightly leaning across the girl and then clap Marvel on the back as I sit down next to him.

'Man, how's it going? You back from your injury enough for sports, we need you!' I say.

'Dude, I am so ready for this!' He says. He turns to the girl who is chatting to one of the other guys and Thresh.

'Clove,' he says. She turns round, and once again I am struck by her deep green eyes. 'This is Cato, Cato, this is Clove, she's Finnick's friend!' He says excitedly.

The girl, Clove, rolls her eyes, and jokes to Marvel, 'I hope this isn't going to be my title, 'this is the girl who is Finnick's friend'' she chuckles, a lovely sound God Cato, get a grip, you've seen this girl, what, twice! She continues, 'Not to mention, I expect Kat would get a bit jealous if you only introduced me as Finnick's friend!' She turns to me, 'Hey, I'm Clove, I think that my locker's near yours, right?!' She smirks at me, not a mean smirk, more playful! She gets more interesting by the second, any other girl wouldn't have had the guts to remind me of earlier, much less react to it the way that she had!

'Right,' I grin back at her.

Marvel looks between us as if he's missing out on this massive inside joke, which I suppose he is, Oh my god, stop thinking like this, all you did was stare at her and she shrugged like it was nothing, there is no joke for him not to be getting!

Soon our teacher comes in and we start the lesson. Clove's really bright, she gets every question right from the text book, and doesn't appear to be struggling at all, not saying that I am. Just that Marvel and I are normally streaks ahead of the rest of the class, and we are both having to work super fast to try and keep up with her!

I take a chance and sneakily look sideways, past Marvel, at Clove. Her dark hair is tied up and her fingers move swiftly as she writes the answers and taps her calculator. Her green eyes dark across the page and her work, analyzing the question and then coming up with the answers, not even the slightest bit of confusion appearing on her face.

Marvel must have noticed me looking away from the book; he digs his elbow into my chest and whispers quietly, so Clove, who is sitting on his other side won't hear.

'Dude, you need to stop staring, it's getting a little obvious and she's bound to look up soon and see you.'

I nod and turn my eyes back to my book, but not my attention. That is fixed on a girl two seats to my right who is very different to all the others. Normally if they catch me looking it's a good thing, they know the deal, but I can't help but feel like Clove would not be like that. She seems like she would probably punch me for being rude and then tell me to get back to work, before doing so herself. She's very different, it's good.