Chapter 6: Girl Talk

Sorry, this is such a short chapter compared to the others! But hopefully the content is good...

Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games

"No doodles in class! Detention!" I roll my eyes. I've done all the work anyway, and even if I hadn't, I know everything there is about the topic we are studying this term. The 74th hunger games. From the tiny detail of how my mothers mockingjay pin feels like, to how many tributes were sent into the arena and how many came out, I know everything. I don't want to bring any attention to myself or something, and I'm not at all good at some subjects; cough-Maths-cough.
"Sir, I've done all my work" I say coldly, meeting his steely grey eyes with my innocent blue ones. They were dark, like never-ending tunnels, and had no warmth or kindness in them.
"Even the extension?" His eyes bore into mine, but I will not give him the satisfaction of looking away.
"Yes" I hand him my book and smile sweetly at him. It's funny how his eyes bulge slightly in shock.
"This is... good," he almost grimaces as he says the word. "It seems I've under-estimated you, Miss Mellark. No detention." He says, his voice slightly brighter than normal. He looks up from the book and smiles at me, a silver light appearing in those grey orbs. He actually smiled! At me! Maybe I did inherit my fathers charming personality after all.
"Hey, seen as yours is so good, can I copy some?" Layla whispers, her eyes darting towards the towering figure of Mr Adams, checking he hadn't heard. I push my book towards her in response. Typical Layla.

"So class, next week we will be watching an edited version of the 74th Hunger Games. Remember, if at any point you feel you need to stop watching it you may leave the room, so do not worry. We will not force you to watch it." He looks over at our group when he says that. He must know that we know the tributes, that Layla is my cousin and I am Katniss and Peeta Mellarks daughter. Sometimes it is a blessing, but mostly I hate it. Why can't I just be normal?

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As we walk into lunch, all eyes are on us and there is nothing but silence and Lav and Finns laughing. They don't care. I don't either, but the silence unnerves me. Just because we are the most popular group in the school, it does not mean everyone can listen into our conversations.

There are ranges of popularity in District 14. First and most popular, the Victors, well, that's what some weirdo decided to call us, and it embarrassingly caught on. That's me, Layla, Daisy, Petal, Lavinia, Thom, Finn, Dave, Marvel and sometimes Peter, Layla's 'friend'. More like boyfriend, or friend with benefits.

The Capitolists come next. They normally have different coloured skin, eyes and hair. Some even have patterns imprinted onto their face to make them look like an animal. They're always chatting in that seriously annoying Capitol accent and seem clueless to what goes on around them.

Next comes the Careers, a group selected from either District 1, 2 or 4. They tried to join us but... their just so horrible, bitchy and fake. All the boys think they're gods gift to women, and the girls think they are pretty and plaster loads of make up on their faces. We tried to let them down gently; in Lav's case, it was a "Why would we want to be friends with you?" which I, personally, think is much better than a "get out of our sights you whores". They weren't happy though, once we explained that she was being sarcastic. Honestly, they are so, so... stupid, I really don't know why they are so popular. They just scare me.

Then come the clingers. That's what we call the people who try and want to be a career, capitolist or victor, but aren't. They just do everything we say and follow us around. Then there are the nerds, who have their own small group that fight over the front desks and sit in a corner table at lunch. Nobody else approaches them, and they keep to themselves in return. Then come goth's, emo's and outsiders. Goths commit self-harm, emo's are obsessed with global warming and recycling etc. and outsiders sit by themselves, hardly ever talking to anyone.

"Lils, you want the roast, right?" Finn looks up from underneath his dark eyelashes and I feel my knees trembling.
"Er, yes please" it comes out as barely a whisper, and he knowingly smirks. He is gorgeous when he smirks...
"Cool, here you go" he hands me a warm plate with some rosy on, and I smile in thanks at him. I see Layla and Lav whispering and looking at us, and I wonder what they are talking about.
"Girls, I think we need to talk soon, why dont you all come round after school?" Layla asks, looking round at everyone.
"Can we come?" Thom asks hopefully, looking at Daisy.
"No!" Lav and Layla shout at him at the same time.
"It's just girls Thom"
"Oh, well, us guys can meet up too!" he says defensively.
"Cool, let's go round Dave's, I want to know where it is"
"Sure, don't ask me, come whenever you like" Sarcasm laces Dave's voice.

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"Lily, you need to think about what you're doing with Finn." What?
"Hmm" I just answer, not really paying attention. I'm not doing anything with Finn.
"It's obvious you like him and he knows it, but he doesn't take any notice of you." I know.
"I know, but what can I do?"
"Well, me and Lav were thinking you should either play hard-to-get or make him jealous. Probably both."
"Ohh, that's a good idea. He won't take any notice of you until you stop showing interest in him. He's so awkward like that." Petal says.
"I totally agree." Daisy says.
"How should I do that?" I ask. I'm not going to do anything rash, I would probably regret it.
"We were thinking..."
"We should all go out..."
"Wait till you and Finn are together and no one is listening in..."
"Then mention how hot you think Michael, one of the careers looks..."
"Hopefully, he should get all defensive about how you should date someone much nicer than that..."
"And then you could suggest some one else, preferably Marvel" it freaks me out how they can just continue each others sentences and I interrupt them.
"Why marvel?"
"Because he has always liked Lavinia so it won't do any harm"
"Wait, Marvel likes me?" Lav is so stupid, how can she not notice Narcel staring at her all the time? We all say of course to her get and she disappears back into her thoughts.
"Then you can say how sad it is that he doesn't like you, and he should hopefully be comparing you to that blonde he net at your party, and we can go from there" I hate how much better they are at this than me, that they can easily sort out all their little problems with a "plan". I've never been good at that, or much else like this to be honest.
"And when should I do all this? If I manage it, that is?"
"If you don't manage it brainless, we'll have to force you into it" Ugh. Lav is so... so... forceful.
"I know!"
"What?" We all ask Layla, who suddenly shouted into our thoughts.
"Do it at my party! The plan! At my party!"
"Yeah! Then you have the excuse to wear something really fancy that will make Finn will literally gawp at you," Lav adds. Great, thanks Layla.
"But I don't like the dresses you pick out for me..." I groan.
"Oh no, we won't pick out this one. Cinna will design something really special" Thank god. But there's something of here... I don't like that evil-looking glint in Lav's eyes...

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