Chapter 4: Get Your Priorities Straight

Disclaimer: Hunger Games are not mine.

Clove:

Coach Enobaria had been called out to some family emergency and naturally, she left her co-captains in charge. Seeins as they are teenage girls, the team thought they'd be allowed to go home early. But this was Clove Kentwell and Johanna Mason; they wanted first in state this year and that meant practice.

"All the way up the bleachers, Cartwright! Stand up!" Johanna yelled, looking back at the blonde girl who had taken a seat on one of the bleachers.

"Cartwright, if you stop now, consider yourself off this team!" Clove was pretty harsh when it came to track practice.

You see, Clove wanted to get out of California after high school and the only way to do it was through a college acceptance letter from Cornell University. That Ivy League school in New York was her dream. It was an excellent school and all the way on the other side of the country. Clove wanted to leave behind small town life and move to the city! Not to mention, Cornell had an inredible med school.

Academically, she was well off with IB and AP courses. Her SAT scores were amazing, a great 2230. Track was her extra-curricular, along with being a tutor. This year the tutoring job would have to was captain now and winning would showcase her leadership skills; track was her passion for now. Cornell could always use an athlete and a scholar.

"Alright, we can stop practice." They all gathered down at the field. "Guys, its been a month since school started and we're still way out out of shape!" Clove was dissapointed.

Katniss raised her hand to speak. "Um, I'd like to point out that I never stopped climbing those bleachers. I'm very in shape, thank you. Besides, only three of us are Varsity and we'll be leading the team at the competition." Jo, Katniss, and Clove would be doing most of the events.

Johanna growled. "Team, Everdeen. We are a team. 'We're only as strong as the weakest member'!" Coach often said that. Katniss rolled her eyes.

"Johanna's right, guys. We want to win don't we? It's going to take a lot of work, so focus!" With that, the girls were dismissed.

Clove opted to stop at her locker before leaving school, just incase she forgot something.

"Clove, oh, I'm so glad to see you." Ms. Effie called as she walked over to Clove. "I was going to ask you this tomorrow after class, but I'll go ahead and ask now."

The eccentric woman reached into her bag and pulled out a copy of Pride and Prejudice.

"Pride and Prejudice? I thought our class wasn't reading it." AP English was reading Emma instead.

"The on level senior class is. First Period. I assigned this book on the second week of school and we've begun to take some quizzes on the first few chapters." Clove was still confused. "One of my students refuses to read. Says he doesn't have time for 'girly' books! Can you believe it?" Effie laughed as if it were entirely ridicoulous.

It isn't exactly the most exciting book ever written.

"Clove, dear, I'm sure you've read it.!" She had read it before. A while ago. "Maybe you could help him? Just make sure he keeps up with reading and make sure he'll pass? I'd hate to fail a senior."

Clove would have to say no. She was busy. "Ms. Effie, I'm really sor-"

"By the way, I'm almost finished with your reccomendation letter! They'll be so pleased to hear how dedicated you are to both sports and academics." Clever.

Clove screamed internally but smiled brightly on the outside. "I would be more than happy to help. Who is it?"

"Cato Hadley. You're friends so it will be perfect!" What planet was Effie living on? Friends? Not since freshman year. Well, she couldn't say no; she already committed.

"You two can meet in my classroom during lunch tomorrow and decide how this will work. Thank you, Clove! Always so reliable! I don't see why Haymitch always complains about you!" Effie struts down the hall.

Great. Now I'm stuck with that asshole. Senior year wasn't going to be fun.

Cato:

"Annie, what do you mean you have lunch detention?" Glimmer questioned the brunette. The Careers, minus Peeta, were all sitting in Geometry class, waiting for the bell.

"I was just walking around with a friend yesterday, you know before lunch. We kind of got caught by Coin and she gave us detention for trying to skip lunch. I didn't know it was a class..." Annie explained.

"A friend? Who? Do you two know?" Oh, no, Cato did not want trouble with Glimmer. She was wicked when angry.

"I know nothing." He said, hands up in a sign of defeat.

"Marvel?" The other boy shook his head.

"Geez, Glim, I'll tell you! Finnick. He's my friend and we both have detention." Annie crossed her arms in annoyance.

"Odair? That air headed prat! I told you, Annie," Glimmer's voice was sweet and patient, "He's bad news. All of his friends are, too. They don't have any respect for rules. See? He already got you in trouble."

"It's just detention!It won't even be on my permanent record." Annie retorts. "If anything, I think I should stay away from you guys. I've been here a month and I can tell, people here don't like you're little Career group! I honestly think it's ridiculous to have a clique at this age!"

Glimmer flushed a bright red and then, the bell rang. Annie stood up and glided out the classroom. Glimmer was fuming and Cato was actually grateful for having to miss lunch. Ms. Effie had asked him to meet his new tutor in her classroom.

"Sorry, guys but I'm out of this." Good luck Marvel and Peeta.

"Cato, you showed up!" Effie's tone conveyed surprise. She didn't expect he'd show.

"I did, Ms. Effie. See? I do what I want. A tutor won't make me do anything." He said haughtily.

"Ms. Effie, you can't insist I work with that attitude." A new voice had joined in. Cato turned toward the door and there she was. Clove Kentwell.

"I trust that you can,Clove. I'll leave you two, I have lunch this block." Her heels clicked on the ground as she abandoned them.

Clove moodily claimed a desk and threw her back pack down next to it.

"I have an attitude? Look at you Kentwell! I won't work with that attitude." He used her own words against her. Why not have fun making her angry? She was always angry at him anyway.

"I'm not here to play games, so let's start." She pulls out her copy of Pride and Prejudice. "How far have you read?"

Cato smirked. "I haven't even read the cover." Clove gave an exasperated sigh and put her head on the desk. Dramatic much? Always over reacting.

It was she who had walked away from all of them freshman year. She picked her new friends over her old ones. All they had done was tell her she had to pick.

"Clover," She hated that name, "Why don't we just forget this? I have a Quell trophy to win and you have that state title. Tell Effie its fine."

Clove mumbled something about him not getting it. Crazy.

"Where's your book?" Clove asked. Truth was, he didn't buy a copy.

"You don't have a copy do you?" He smiled at her. A mean smile,meant to irritate her more. She didn't say anything, instead just handing him her copy of the novel.

"Take it."

"No thanks. I'm good." She threw it at him.

"Hey! That's assault!" He protested.

"So? Sue me!" He wouldn't. Her dad was a lawyer and one of the best. That's why he worked for a diamond mining company. "Read chapters 1-5 by Monday." It was Friday and he had practice everyday that weekend.

"Can't. Football practice."

"I know that! I don't care, get it done. We'll meet at my place, no one will see us there."

He chuckled. "Embarrsed to be seen with me, Clover?"

"Don't call me Clover. And yes! You're a jerk and I have a reputation!" Venom dripped from that word. Reputation. It was the word Cashmere had used when they explained what it meant to be a Career. The word Glimmer had used the day they stopped being friends. They had a reputation of being above the rest. Of being the best. Hanging around with Seam trash was no good.

Clearly, Clove still held a grudge.

"Monday after school. Walk there." She grabbed her things and was gone.

Why the hell did she insist on trying? Cato didn't see the point of school , he didn't need the grades. He had everything and he'd still have it after high school. whether he passed or not. She would, too, yet she still went mad over school.

Whatever, he'd go over on Monday, but he would not read that book.

So, Glimmer is mad at Annie and Clove is tutoring Cato. We'll see where this goes. By the way, I don't know if Cornell has an awesome Med school, but let's pretend. I'd really like some more reviews, so please? (BTW, Happy President's Day! No school!)