Disclaimer: Remember, I just write this for fun. I don't own any rights what so ever; the hunger games and all its characters are property of Suzanne Collins. Also, the idea of an exclusive high school with a gang of four boys ruling it, is from the manga Boys over Flowers, or Hana Yori Dango.

'Those stupid, arrogant…' The offending comments of her classmates still ringing in her ears, she released the string, cooling off her frustrations at the wooden target in front of her. 'Have you seen the clothes he's wearing,' she continued on a mocking tone, reaching blindly for another arrow. 'As if they look so damn pretty with their Gucci and their Prada…' With a loud crack it embedded itself in the wood.

Lowering her bow, she allowed herself a moment to catch up with her breath. Apparently, she was hyperventilating. She knew she was taking this whole thing far too serious, but she could not help it. Their senseless words had hurt her, because she knew they were not exclusively directed to Brian. If it would have been her, they would have talked the same. All commoners were getting shunned here. Not that she gave a crap about their opinions, but still…

Agitated, she blew the lock of hair away that was blocking her view. Once again, she brought the string all the way up to her nose, ready to fire. 'O, I wish I could teach those shallow buffoons a lesson or two. Bloody idiots!'

'Who's a bloody idiot?'

Completely caught up in her angry thoughts, she hadn't noticed his presence, so the sudden question took her totally her off guard. Startled, she whirled around, the bow still charged.

'Wow.' Instinctively, the boy tumbled out of her line of fire. 'Damn girl, watch out were you point that thing.'

'Huh?' For a moment, all she could do was blink at him, before her eyes followed his gaze, seeing what he had meant. Quickly, she lowered her weapon, taking the arrow back in hand. 'Oh right. Sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone out here yet.'

Blushing in embarrassment, she looked down at the handsome blond boy on the ground, wondering what he had heard of her angry muttering. It made her tone a bit brassy when she continued: 'Has you mother never told you should never sneak up on someone with a weapon?'

'Yeah, but I guess I never paid much attention to it,' the boy joked in return, a warm smile lingering around his mouth as he excepted the hand she offered to help him up. 'Sorry if I scared you though. It wasn't my intention.'

'It's …it's alright. Apologies accepted.' For a moment, she couldn't help but being infatuated by his appearance. He was about the same height as she, with ashy blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders…but the best part, she had to admit, was his open face when he smiled. It made him look very young and innocent.

'Thanks.' Once up, he released her hand to brush off the dirt from his clothes. Brands, she noticed. So he was also one of the rich kids. This made his somewhat relaxed attitude a bit of a mystery to her. Most people around here would now have been scolding her head off for dirtying their precious clothes.

For a moment she just stood and watched him, her eyes unconsciously following his hands, who were now brushing the dirt of his butt, until it hit her what she was doing. Oh no. Desperately in need for some diversion, she started to clean up the mess she had made; one quick look on her watch told her lunchtime was almost over anyway. She better had to hurry too, if she wanted to eat and catch up with Madge before class, like she had promised.

She put the unused arrow back into the quiver, then headed over to the target to retrieve the remaining arrows. 'So, what are you doing here anyway,' she asked him over her shoulder. 'If you're here for Brutus, you're early. He has told me the training starts at two o'clock today.'

Brutus Thorndale was the coach of the prestigious Ryedale football team, the Celtic B Tigers. He once played for the team himself, but after a bad knee injury, his success on the field faded, so he had to quit. Being in his thirties, he had the reputation and appearance of a lean, mean, fighting machine, but he somehow seemed to like Katniss, and he didn't mind if she used his field for some shooting practice.

The boy stopped his activities to look up at her. 'I beg your pardon?'

She couldn't help but laugh at his questionable tone. 'Brutus. You know…blond hair, broad shoulders….your coach?' She frowned when he still didn't seem to get it. She wasn't talking Japanese here, now was she? 'For the game Saturday?'

Coach? Game? What was she talking about? Oh! Suddenly, he realised she was talking about the football game that was scheduled for Saturday. Man, how could he have forgotten? Everyone has been talking about it for days.

'I'm not a Tiger,' he confessed, shoving his hands back into his pockets of his jeans as he walked towards her. 'Nor am I a real fan of the game. Somehow, the sight of a couple of guys punching each other's head off for some ball doesn't quite appeal to me.' Crossing his arms as he leaned against the target, he tried to catch her attention again. 'I just came by because I saw you shooting, and I have to say you're really good at it.'

'Huh?' For a moment her grey eyes met his blue ones in surprise, and then he detected the faintest hint of a smile around her lips. Very charming, he though, allowing his eyes to linger over her delicate features. But before he could really take a good look at her, she bent her head, taking his view away. 'I'm alright I guess.'

He smiled to comfort her. 'Don't be modest. You're more than alright if you mind me saying. You've practically nailed every arrow in there. Were did you learn to shoot like that?'

She just shrugged, avoiding his stare. 'I don't know. I just shoot.'

'You just shoot?' he repeated, his eyes widening in shock. 'No way. Someone who's that good cannot be an amateur. You must have a personal trainer or something…?'

'Yeah right. As if everybody can affort one. And why are you so interested in me anyway? Don't you have some better things to do?' She countered a bit sharper then she had intended. She had been charmed by his flattery, sure, but when he had mentioned the trainer, he anger caught up with her again. So, he remained one of the snobby rich guys after all. Damn! With the arrows resting on her arm, she started to walk back to the quiver again, leaving him behind. He followed quickly.

'Hey, what's the matter,' he asked, a bit taken aback by her change of attitude. 'I haven't offend you now, have I?'

'No!' she answered, getting more agitated by the moment. His questions were bringing back other memories to her as well. Memories she didn't want to face right now. She knew it was not reasonable of her to blame him for that, but she wanted him to leave.

Ok, this was clearly going nowhere. She was getting more and more pissed at him, and even though he didn't know why exactly, he knew he had to calm her down before she would storm off on him.

'Alright alright, I'm sorry. Again. Let me start over, ok? My name is Peeta. Peeta Mellark. What's yours?'

Still smiling, he blocked her way so she had to stop. He was about to offer her his hand to shake it, but she didn't respond. Instead, her mouth dropped. 'O no.'

His smile melted away like snow in sunshine. 'Hey…' He lowered his hand, again having no clue what came over her. 'Are you alright?'

'You. You're one of the Ric…One of them.' Suddenly in a hurry to get away, she took the quiver in one hand and the bow in the other. 'O my... I'm sorry, but I have to go now,' she told him over her shoulder as she made a sprint for the locker-rooms. 'Nice meeting you. Bye.'

'Oh…hey…wait a minute.' He immediately began to pursuit her again. 'Please don't go. You haven't even told me your name yet.'

'Glimmer,' she shouted back, using the name of one of her classmates; she didn't like the girl anyway. 'My name is Glimmer.'

'Glimmer, wait, please.'

Hell no, she though, pacing up even more. Not in a million years buddy! I don't want any more trouble! 'I'm sorry,' she apologized for a second time, opening the door so she could just slip through it. 'Maybe next time.' And she slammed the door shut.

Panting, he stopped, bending over to catch his breath. Heck, what was that all about? He just wanted to be nice to her. 'Glimmer…' he repeated the silly name she had given him. 'That doesn't really suit her.'

Suddenly, he heard people laughing, the noise coming from above. Looking up, he saw Marvel and Cato, hanging out of the window. 'Nicely done Loverboy. O Glimmer, wait, don't go. Yep, she's really, totally into you for sure,' Cato sneered, grinning from ear to ear.

'Just get lost you two,' Peeta shouted back in pretend anger, not at all offended by their mockery. His eyes drawn back by the now closed doors of the lady lockers, he just smiled. 'Till next time then,' he whispered. 'Glimmer.'

'You ran into who?' Madge asked in awe when Katniss told her the whole story.

'Please Madge, not so loud! Not everybody has to know,' Katniss hissed, immediately hushing her down in the hope nobody had overheard them. In respond, Madge lowered her volume. 'Sorry, but it's just so…unreal. Why would he have come to you in the first place?'

'I dunno. And I don't care, really. He's one of the Richies.' Katniss shrugged, poking absently into her salad. 'I mean, they're not nice, right?'

'Well, of course I don't know them personally, and thank the heavens for that, but from what I've heard, he isn't such a bad ass, really. Not in comparison with the others. And Cato is the worst.'

'Like I said, I don't care. Hopefully I never see him again.' But the moment she said it, she knew it was not true. In reality, it was quite the opposite. He seemed nice when he tried to start a conversation with her, and the smile that had lingered around his mouth had also reached his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. Stop it Everdeen, she kicked herself mentally, forcing herself to stay focused. No point in swooning over a boy she knew she could never have. Better stay focused on the real important things.

'Well, he is kind of hot. I have seen him walk in the hallways of the school with the others. I know a lot of girls who would do anything to get his attention.'

'A lot of girls, but not me. Now finish your pizza before I snatch it.' Katniss said, getting frustrated by Madge insistence. She never should have told her in the first place…such a stupid thing to do. But that's the problem with Madge…you can never keep any secrets from her. Not even if you want to…she just keeps nagging and nagging until it's either telling or committing suicide. 'Oh, I just wish school was over and we could go home again. Oh, have I told you Gale is back in town?'

'Gale?' Katniss immediately had her attention. 'Gale as in Gale Hawthorne?'

She nodded, a smile curling around his lips. She had said the magic words.

'Gale as in that hottie Gale?'

Her smile dropped. 'Well, I would not actually call him a hottie,' Katniss began, feeling a bit awkward to refer to her best friend like that. 'But yeah, he's back from LA. I saw him this morning, all tanned up, on my way to school. He invited me to come over after school.'

'You're so lucky, you know that? Sometimes, I wish I'd be you.'

'You want to come too?' Katniss asked, knowing Gale wouldn't mind. He had seen Madge a couple of times before, and they seemed to get along pretty well.

'Does a fish needs water to breath?' Madge answered, already getting excided. 'Of course I want to come. I…Oh!'

She had shoved her seat a few feet from the table without looking, and had bumped into someone. 'Excuse m…' Her eyes widened in horror when she turned to the person she had bumped into. 'O…no.'

'You…little…bitch…' Cato hissed, the content of his tray smeared all over his shirt. 'Why don't you watch were you going, stupid?'

'I'm…I'm so sorry,' Madge stuttered, not being able to tear her eyes off his dirty clothes. She looked like a dear in headlights, frozen in fear by the sudden danger.

'Sorry?' He repeated her calmly, but his eyes told her he was furious. 'Sorry? Tell me, does 'sorry' provides me with a clean shirt again? Huh? Does it?'

She flinched. 'No…'

'No! Exactly! You twit!' He wanted to say a lot more, but Katniss interfered before he could utter another word. 'Shut up, you big oaf. She told you she was sorry. What else do you want to hear from her?'

She gasped for air as his eyes fell down on her, lurking at her with disinterested eyes. 'What did you just call me?' he asked, his tone dark, challenging her to respond. And she knew she was in trouble.