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I Never Knew

By kelster07

Chapter 7: Hello Kitty and Privacy Invasions

"May I please use the bathroom?" Finnick calls out from the back of the classroom. He sits lazily on the chair; I wince when he leans back and almost topples over.

"Hand, young man!" Mr Thread snaps. His jaw is clenched when he turns around from the blackboard and glares at the bronze-haired boy. "But no, we only have five minutes off class left, you can hold off until then."

I look at the clock. There's actually still half an hour. Finnick waits until the teacher turns around before making a cuckoo sign to me. Everyone hates maths, and hates Mr Thread even more. Seriously, I would rather have Ms Cardew over him, which is saying a lot.

In the agonising silence, the memory of last night floats back to me.

"Sean, get out," I said, exasperated.

"Not so fast, sis," he said. "You're too young to-"

By then, I'd almost screamed in frustration. "Sean! I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Marvel is just a friend. A friend." I emphasised the word, stressing the syllables. Then I added slyly, "Anyway, you had your first girlfriend when you were fourteen. I'm seventeen."

He grinned. "So you admit it then?"

"No! I'm just saying!"

He mutters, "For the record, my love life is of no concern to you."

"So neither is mine," I shot back.

He sighed. "I'm just looking out for you, sis. I don't care if you're seeing him, he seems like a nice guy."

I snorted and raised an eyebrow. "You don't care?"

"Okay, maybe a little."

"A little, my arse," I grumbled. "I'm not seeing anyone, okay? Yeah, and I only like Marvel as a friend. A friend!" I shouted when I saw his reaction. "And anyway, he has a girlfriend."

Of course, Sean wouldn't be Sean without his little jabs. He smiled mischievously, "So you're saying that if he didn't have a girlfriend than you would-"

"I highly advise you not to finish that sentence if you value your life," I snapped.

"-date him?" he finishes sheepishly, ducking his head. He sees my expression and said, "So you like him?"

I groaned and almost started pounding my fists on my bed. "No, not in that way!"

"What way?" he said a little too innocently. "I meant in a friend way."

"Sure you did."

"I did!" he protested. A glint sparked in his eyes. "But seeing as you didn't…"

"Sean," I warned.

"Then you must have at least considered it."

"Sean! Out!" I stood up and pointed him to the door. His grin widened and I wanted to rip my hair out. Trust Sean to make a big deal of this. He was my older brother, after all.

I shake myself from my thoughts and glance over at Cato's who's sitting besides me. He's throwing a few paper footballs around with Gale. I roll my eyes.

"Cato, is taking a few notes seriously going to kill you?" I hiss under my breath. I'm as bored as hell and my hand is throbbing. "You know, you could actually ace your tests if you did this little thing called studying."

"Not everyone's as obsessed with being Mr Thread's pet as you, Clo. Nice hand, by the way."

I look down at my red hand. "I am not Mr Thread's pet."

He snorts. "Your work ethic states otherwise."

"Because I want to pass. You could too, you know."

He doesn't even look at me when he replies, "Yeah, but that would involve this little thing called studying. Which I don't do." His tone mocks mine from a seconds ago. "Anyway, I'm already passing. What did I get in that French exam last year again?"

I cringe when I think back to that unfortunate event. I had spent hours poring over notes and Cato hadn't even opened his book once. Somehow, he got full marks. And I have no idea how he pulled that off. I still swear he hypnotised the teacher.

I am not letting him win this argument. "Yeah, and that's because I let you use my notes. Maybe I should just take them away, see what you get."

"And that," Gale objects, "Would be counter-productive, seeing you actually want him to pass."

I groan into my arms and focus back on the whiteboard. There is really no winning with those two around.

After what feels like eternity, the recess bell finally rings. Everyone rids their table of personal belongings in one swipe and rush to leave the classroom, away from the scrutising stare of Mr Thread.

I make my way through the winding corridors to my locker, opening and heaving folders off my arms.

"Clo?"

I close the door and turn around. I smile when I see who it is.

"Hi Lakyn. You heading down to the cafeteria?" I say.

He shrugs, but nevertheless follows me. Change jangles in my pocket and we walk across the school. Students are everywhere; some gossiping by the old oak tree, some running around laughing on the oval. Of course, there's Brutus terrorising some little kids in the corner. Like always. We enter the cafeteria and I stand on my tip-toes to see the front counter. Lemon slice. Yum.

I buy a piece and exit the noisy building.

His voice comes out of nowhere. "So you like Hello Kitty?"

I stop in my tracks and ask in amazement, "How on earth did you know that?"

He points to the pink purse wedged between my arm. "I figured, much."

I blush a bit. My instinct tells me to go into ultra-defensive mode, but I stop myself. I never understood how he has such an effect on me.

He continues speaking. "My little sister practically worships Hello Kitty. Like, seriously. She has like all these little pens and notepads and everything." He shakes his head and smiles. "It's cute."

I ask, "What's cute? Your sister liking Hello Kitty or my Hello Kitty purse?"

He says, "You liking Hello Kitty."

I scowl. "You know, I never technically said that I liked Hello Kitty."

He holds his hands up in surrender and laughs, "Fine. Fine."

We keep walking in no particular direction. When silence starts to settle, I say, "So liking Hello Kitty makes me cute? I'm going to have to remember that tip."

He laughs again and says, "Did I tell you that you have a great sense of humour as well?"

I think I melt a bit inside, then instantly curse myself for acting so… weird. Girly, even. Which is ridiculous, because Clove Sevina is not girly. Ever.

"Are you free this Saturday?"

I almost drop the slice. "What?" I ask a little too loudly. So much for smooth, Clove, I think.

"Don't act so surprised," he grins. "I wondering if you'd want to go for a movie, and then maybe dinner afterwards?"

He sees my face expression and adds, "Just the two of us, I mean."

You know that feeling when things seem too good to be true? Yeah, well, that's what I'm feeling right now. I stutter out, "O-okay. S-sure."

He gives me a look. "Only if you want to."

Then suddenly I realise that he thinks I don't want to. Somehow, I regain my voice. "No, I'd love to. Really." Then I notice something and immediately blurt it out, "Is this a date?"

Again, totally smooth.

"If you want it to be."

Why is this so damn awkward? I inwardly groan. You know in movies, how there's this perfect guy and perfect girl and everything's so pretty and cheesy and nice? Why can't the reality just be like that?

"Sure," I manage to get out. "Just one… date. To see if it will work."

My nose screws up at the word. I have some getting used to to do.

"So," Glimmer plops down on the stretch of green grass we've been thoroughly acquainted with and says, "Is there something you should tell me?"

Oh, here it goes.

I narrow my eyes in suspicion. "Who told you?"

"Who told me what?" She tries to pull the innocent face that I've told her countless times makes her look like a babbling idiot to me. I don't think I could say the same for another person.

I laugh, "Glim, I'm not Cato. That face doesn't work on me."

She grumbles and tosses her banana at me. I'm too busy basking in my miniscule glory and it hits me square on the chin. "Ow!"

"You deserved it." She says, flicking her hair back with a laugh. "So you agreed to go on a date with Lakyn?"

"Who told you?" I repeat.

She gives me a sheepish grin. "You know, when you're in every class with Cato-"

"I am going to freaking k-" Then I pause. "How does he know, in the first place? I didn't tell him."

Glimmer shrugs and dismisses this before taking a bite of her sandwich. Cato does know me better than anyone else, after all.

"So you're dating now, Clo?" A voice calls out behind me. I groan and turn around to catch the familiar braid. She teases, "Our little baby is growing up."

"How come," I ask, "Everyone knows about my personal life?"

Katniss sits down and says matter-of-factly, "Because we go to Panem High."

"And that is exactly why they shouldn't know. School is for studying and homework."

"Technically, homework is done at home." Glimmer points out.

I scowl and swat her away. "Whatever."

She snorts, "And since when did anyone say school was for studying?"

Katniss smirks. "Panem High equals gossip central, Clo."

I stop for a second. "You have a point."

"Don't I always?"

I throw the first stick I can find at her.

"Ow! Was that really necessary?" She glares at me and rubs her arm.

"Yes."

She glares at me but her demeanour quickly changes. "So you are dating Lakyn?"

I furrow my eyebrows and practically scream, "We're not dating!"

"But you just said that you were going on a date with him."

"Yeah?"

They both look at me in confusion.

"We're just going on a date. To see how it works out," I say slowly.

Katniss butts in before I can finish. "So you're dating him."

"No I'm not. I'm going on a date with him."

"That's dating."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes it is," Katniss leaps forward as if to prove her point.

"No, it isn't!" I shout.

"Yes, it is!"

"No-"

"Guys," Glimmer interrupts. "I guess we'll just find out soon."

A/N: Baby Clover got a boyfriend (kind-of-ish)! What did you think? I love feedback *hint hint* and keep up the reviewing! :)