Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, only the universe in which they have their fun.

A/N: So, I'm back. Though, it hasn't even been a week since I uploaded! Why do I feel so guilty? There has been a reason for my sudden disappearance - illness. Yes, I was ill. The day after I uploaded chapter 3 I suddenly got a fever which lasted for five days and would've lasted for longer if I hadn't finally dragged myself out of bed and gotten some antibiotics. It's my second day of taking them and I already fell well enough to go on the PC yay ^^ I'm not a hundred-percent and I wrote most of this whilst under the effects of paracetamol and a cracking headache but I hope it's up to my usual standards :D

So it remains to thank people... AT THE BOTTOM. So if you reviewed, you'll have either an answer, a reply or just a simple thank you if I really couldn't figure out what else to put without being socially awkward... Yup sounds like me... Socially awkward...

Hope you enjoy reading, please favourite, follow and review (You can PM me if you so wish - I won't bite and I do reply)

-R

PART 1

Chapter 4

Clove sat down in her seat, noticeably dark circles under her eyes. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night and had been awake well into the hours of that morning. There was but one reason for this suddn bout of insomnia. Cato. Even in her mind she thought his name with distaste. He was infuriating, insufferable and a bastard. Marvel plonked down into his seat, visibly tired but Clove doubted he could be as tired as she was.

"It's only the second day," he yawned, "Why do you look as if you could kill someone?"

She cursed him as she yawned - everyone knew that just thinking about yawning made you do it. She groaned as she yawned again.

"Maybe I could kill someone." she deadpanned, looking as serious as ever. Marvel said nothing at first, wondering what had gotten her so riled up.

"Well..." He considered his words carefully. "If you do commit the sin of murder, phone me and we'll bury the body together."

She merely snorted before turning her attention to the door.

"Have you seen Peeta yet?"

Marvel frowned, Peeta was the cause of this mood? Peeta?!

"No, he usually arrives in about five minutes."

She grinned, Marvel shivered.

Just what had Peeta done to deserve such a look of evil?

In answer to Marvel's unspoken question, she offered, "He gave Cato my phone number."

"Does that mean I'm worthy enough to receive it?" Marvel asked, prodding her arm. She grimaced and passed her phone to him, who took it like a delighted child.

"Now we can stay awake until 3am doing mathletics!" he cried out. She turned to him, Peeta forgotten for a moment, feigning disgust.

"Is that why you look like a zombie? Mathletics?"

"Maybe.."

"What a strange creature you are,"

"No stranger than you."

She didn't reply.

When Peeta finally did pass through the threshold of his classroom, he felt a strange cold aura pass over him. Katniss snickered besides him, having seen Clove's death glare. She did nothing to help him as Clove dragged him into the corridor. She settled into her seat and turned to Marvel, who told her everything.

Peeta shrank back as Clove pushed him against the lockers.

"You're my friend, Peeta, but God help you if you don't have a good reason for giving Cato my number!"

He frowned at the accusation, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb!" she snarled.

Peeta laughed, playing it safe, "I don't need to play it, right? You get it? Because... I...am...?"

"Just give me your reason, Peeta, preferably before I kill you."

"I didn't give it him!" Was his only defense.

"But he said-!" She cut herself off.

Why did she even believe him...?

Half-growling, she stalked back into the classroom, Peeta trailing a few metres behind.

"Ayyyy!" Marvel hollered, "She didn't kill you!"

Clove rolled her eyes, did everyone think she was really that violent?

Sensing her anger, most of the class steered well clear until they were forced to sit when the teacher came in. Assembly passed in a second, nothing much had happened on the first day and the teachers hadn't prepared any notices or anything so they left on another reminder of the rules. Clove tossed her P.E. kit over her shoulder and patiently stood by Peeta's desk, waiting for him to stop being such a snail and get his. Marvel had decided against choosing P.E. to fill up some of his free periods. She vaguely remembered him saying something about 'Further Maths'. Sounded torturous. As usual, Peeta talked and Clove listened, Peeta led and Clove followed. They trekked across to the back of the school, a good few hundred metres away, down tight and dark corridors with too few lights and windows, before reaching their destination. The changing rooms. Clove smiled politely and ducked in, almost afraid to, remembering her old school's ones. At least they had made the students get changed more quickly – no-one had wanted to stay in them for too long for fear they'd contract a contagious disease. But this school's girl's changing room looked hygienic enough, and her classmates weren't exactly careful as to where they put their clothes, but as usual, Clove began to choke the minute she walked in, enveloped by a smog of deodorant. She was still coughing as she laid down her stuff on the nearest unoccupied space of a bench and got changed.

Do all these chemicals have an adverse effect on someone's health? she wondered. Probably.

It wasn't a half-bad day outside, the Sun wasn't shining down on them – Clove's eyes flicked angrily upwards to look at the grey clouds – but it was still rather mild and a comfortable enough temperature to be stood around in the baggy t-shirt and skimpy shorts the school had provided. Some girls made a show of shivering, trying to appear fragile and girly for the boys and also no doubt wanting one of them to wrap his arms around their shoulders. She looked over to the crowd of the boys beside them, a few metres of space between the two groups that had become a sort-of no-man's land.

Which one are they trying to impress? There were a few potential boys good-looking enough to have fan-girls, but Clove quickly dismissed them when she saw the giant standing next to them. Maybe she was doomed to have a terrible morning whatever the lesson.

Cato had spotted her too and sauntered over, breaking the awkward no-man's land. Girls immediately rushed forward to greet him, fawning over him. Clove wrinkled her nose in disgust. How could some girls be so stupid? Fancying Cato? It was laughable.

"It's tomorrow," Was his greeting.

Clove clapped very slowly, before offering him one very patronising phrase, "Well done,"

He ignored her and smiled, still happy that she had replied to his texts. He was about to say something else, shoving away some girl's arm on his forearm, when a whistle interrupted their 'happy' greeting.

It was high-pitched to the point Clove thought it could burst her ear drums. Everyone stopped talking and immediately settled back into their groups, including Cato, which made Clove think she might actually like this teacher.

Cato groaned when he saw who it was. Coach Enobaria. Famous for being ever more strict than Brutus. He would take ten Brutuses over Enobaria any day.

"Hey! Where's Brutus?!" he shouted out. Enobaria gave him a sickly sweet smile.

"I locked him in the supply cupboard. He'd be too... lenient with you lot."

There were groans from both sides, Clove noticed. It seemed that even the boys were not able to handle Enobaria. Then she spotted Clove, who, to Enobaria, stuck out like a sore thumb. She moved past the girls who were inspecting their nails, glaring at them as she did, and stood in front of this new girl. One glance down her body told her all she needed to know apart from one small detail.

"Long or short distance?"

Clove's eyes widened a touch before she composed herself. This woman was good.

"400m and below. I can run long-distance but my strengths lie in the shorts."

Enobaria nodded. "Okay, get training then. Stretches then the same exercises you did at your old school. We can modify them later but right now your body is used to them. Wouldn't want to put it out of sync, right?"

Clove nodded and turned around, walking towards the middle of the empty field. Cato watched her go, frowning. Had she done something wrong...?

Enobaria grinned. This girl was a tough one, the cut on her cheek and the bruises on her arms told her that, but she would go far for their school. She'd be on the track team before the week was up for sure.

MY LOVELY REVIEWERS (and anyone who wants to read this):

catoandclove4eva: Sorry I didn't update sooner, and thank you~~~ That means a lot to me, but I still think a lot of people are better than me! You're awesome!

Guest -D: Now you're a Sponsor too! (You get it, the -D thing, like Haymitch and -H, and me with -R? Yeah...? No.. Okay...) Thank you for your support! I really appreciate your reviews :)

Kato45: Thank you! ^^

Clatoforeverinmyheart: Thank you! I'll try to update more quickly next time! :P

BelieveInDream: Thanks for the awesome review! I wrote this because I wanted a Modern AU Clato and I could only find a few :/ I didn't think the summary was good, so thank you for your feedback on that! :D

UnicornChloe: I'm super pleased that you do~ Thank you for reviewing!

Guest: I'm not sure it's perfect but thank you very much for saying so! And I do definitely intend to carry on! Fighting! ^^

Jenpepper: Thank you so much for your review and for that lovely PM, it really made me happy because I was really ill when I read it! Thank you again! :)

And there we have it, Chapter 3's Reviewers!

If you want a personal message from moi (who doesn't :P) then hurry up and review! Bye!

(P.S. You have no idea how many times I typed 'Thnak you' -_-)