The corridors seemed endless for Clove who was one of the shortest in the crowd. She turned to her right and she saw 2 boys having a conversation in Russian, they looked at her then smirked. Both were good looking. The one closest to her was tall and lanky and cropped brown hair but she hardly noticed that over the fact that his eyes were the deepest green, kind of like Glimmers. Then the other boy was also tall, but he wasn't lanky like the other boy he was built in a way which suited him he had blonde hair and deep blue eyes the colour of the ocean, those eyes would never leave hers. She blushed; wondering if they were talking about her.

C'mon, Clove, they're just to guys and last time I checked you only had 1 friend here now you can have 3, she thought as she willed herself to talk to them.

"Hey, guys," she said in a voice that she hoped seemed flirty. "I'm Clove and you are?"

The blonde boy answered first. "I'm Cato and this is my friend Marvel," pointing at the brown-haired lanky boy. "And from your inability to speak Russian and your accent, I'm guessing that you're not from here, am I right" he said with a quirk of an eyebrow. Clove was unable to answer, it was like she was in a trance. She loved the way he spoke: soft but powerful. And his English was perfect - like he had been practising for years- and if it wasn't for the fact he spoke perfect Russian also, she would've thought English was his native tongue. She finally worked up the courage to speak.

"Hi, Cato and Marvel, do one of you guys know where locker 315 is?" Marvel snickered, Clove immediately hated him.

"If you're looking for locker 315 you're going the wrong way, doofus!" Marvel said laughing, Clove scowled at him.

"So, can you please point me in the right direction, I don't wanna be late on my 1st day of school."

"Someone's a trooper," said Cato with a smirk, Clove just gave him daggers; after her encounter with Marvel she wasn't in the flirty mood.

"Look can one of you just take me to my locker and then to the English department!"

"Didn't Abelev give you a map?" said Marvel with a sneer.

"Yeah, but I lost it." Clove lied, trying to hide the fact that she couldn't understand the map.

"Whatever, I'll take you," Clove sighed. She would rather have Cato take her. "You coming or what?" said Marvel already setting off without her. Clove stole a glance at Cato, who just smirked, amused at the whole scene before him.

Clove made no effort to talk, neither did Marvel. So the silence that hung over them like cloud, wasn't a comfortable one. Clove didn't know what to say because every word that came out of Marvel's mouth she felt like she was a step closer to slapping him. Marvel chanced it by starting the conversation.

"So, Clove. How long you planning on being here?"

"Not sure."

"You liking it here?"

"Kinda."

"You always monosyllabic?"

"No."

"Or is it just around me?" Clove was past pleasantries and really didn't give a damn of what the boy thought of her.

"Yes." Marvel feigned shock, even though he wanted to laugh so much. He knew he was ticking her off but he loved to see her glare at him - made here even hotter than she already was.

"Someone's not a morning person." he said with a laugh.

"Like I said: it's only around you." she said with a sarcastic smile.

They kept on walking in silence, again neither one of them trying to make conversation.

"Well, we're here." Marvel exclaimed, trying to make her think that he was happy to be rid of her.

Clove looked at her locker. It looked old and rusty and looked like no-one had used it in years, she twisted the knob at the front to open it. It opened with a creak - she thought the door was going to fall off. At least the inside look nice, she thought. It looked decent from the inside 3 shelves to hang up her books, gym stuff and bag.

"Well, I should get going," said Marvel breaking into her thoughts.

"But how am I supposed to get to the English department?" she yelled.

"Oh, you'll figure it out, there are signs you know," he said with a smirk. "And by the way, what's your surname again?

"Vanderbilt," she replied. "Clove Vanderbilt."

He leaned in closer making sure his lips were near her ear. "Well, I'll see you around, Clove Vanderbilt" he whispered.

If there was anything Marvel loved, it was a challenge. And Clove Vanderbilt was a challenge. Maybe it was they her breathing hitched when he whispered into her ear or the fact that she openly despised in the 1st 30 seconds of them knowing each other - he didn't know what it was but he loved the feeling.

Marvel was confident, maybe too confident, he knew he was gorgeous and that would be any girls' 2ndchoice when it came down to it (every girl loved Cato; fact.). He wasn't the best looking guy but he was happy being second. Maybe once Clove found out that Cato was taken she might settle for him. Today just got to be his lucky day.

Lunch. Any new kid's worst nightmare and saviour. 1) It was a saviour because she had just come from one the longest English lessons ever (who knew they had double English here) with the most hyper teacher ever, Ms Trinket, who insisted on her students saying 'Ms' as 'Mzz' and not 'Miss'. 2) It was a nightmare because everyone had their own clique and Clove wasn't part of one. In Clove's old school you could tell straight away who was in which clique but it seemed like here everyone just mingled with everyone. No cliques whatsoever. Nada. You would've thought that would've made Lunch a little less daunting for Clove. Wrong. She couldn't find anybody, Katniss; Glimmer, Cato….Marvel. She cringed, every time she thought of Marvel she thought about how he whispered into her ear. Clove walked over to the queue for lunch, picking up tray and was heading for the back of the line before Katniss called her, who was quite far up in the queue. Clove walked over to her.

"Why you heading to back of the line for?" Katniss said with her Texan drawl which Clove thought was so cute.

"Well, it is fair, Katniss." Clove said laughing.

"Fair my butt, anyways how was your first lesson with Miss Trinket?" putting on a posh British accent just like Miss Trinket's when saying 'Miss Trinket'.

"Oh it was lovely, darling."said Clove also putting on a British accent. They both laughed at how she spoke and started making other jokes, it wasn't long before they had gotten their lunches and Clove was following Katniss to a table with only one occupant, Glimmer.

"Just ignore her," Katniss whispered with a giggle. "Her bark is worst than her bite, you know."

"I'll remember that."

They both sat down putting their trays on the mahogany table. Be the first one to be civil, Clove, she thought.

"Hey, Glimmer!" Clove said with a chirpy voice. Glimmer just stared before replying with a curt "Hello."

"How's it going?"

"I've got a gymnastics competition this Saturday and my team are shit and also I have got a project due but my stupid partner, Finnick, won't help out! So how do you think I'm doing?" Clove didn't know what to say - she was spellbound.

"Glimmer, will you lighten up!" said Katniss.

"Says the girl who has got 2 girls tripping over their feet for her. Last time I checked the boy I like didn't even know I existed."

"C'mon, Glimmer, he knows you exist - everybody at this fricking school knows you exist!" Katniss said exasperated, times like this she felt like slapping her best friend.

"What guy?" Clove said, trying to be part of the conversation and mildly interested in Glimmer's situation, who would've thought a girl so pretty would be having boy problems.

"Cato Beloi."