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.

'Cato? What have you been up to?' Marvel asked guardedly, when the boy joined him and Peeta at their regular table, smirking like a cat who just ate the canary. 'Nothing special. I just went outside for some fresh air. Pass me that chair, will you? Thanks.' Sitting down, he snatched some fries from Marvels plate. And grimaced. 'Yuck Marve, How can you eat this shit? They're too greasy!'

'Well, not everyone has such a delicate taste like you have,' Marvel grinned, taking a handful himself, stuffing it into his mouth. Disgusted, Cato's eyes drifted over to Peeta. He noticed his friend wasn't eating, his plate still covered with food. And than that stupid little hint of a smile…He's daydreaming, he realised, his smirk dropping rapidly. And I can just imagine who it's about.

He cleared his throat, in order to gain his attention. 'So, how was your date last night? Did you have fun?'

Peeta didn't responded. Rolling his eyes, Cato hit him on the shoulder in order to bring him back to life. 'Yoh, Peeta! Time to wake up now.'

'I'm sorry, did you say something?' Peeta asked sheepishly, rubbing the painful spot. He hadn't even realised he had dozed off again.

'I ask you about last night,' Cato repeated, trying to keep his voice casual. 'Did you have fun?'

Peeta blushed. 'Oh, that. It was nice.'

Cato gave him a sceptic look. 'Nice? Just nice? I thought you were going out with some girl?'

The boy shrugged. 'I did. Well, at least, that's what we had in mind, but something came between…But I saw her later that night. You know she plays in a band?'

'Whom are we talking about?' Marvel inquired curiously, taking a sip from his coke. Cato frowned. 'Didn't he told you Marve? I thought the whole gang knew…'

´Knew about what?´

Peeta sighed. 'Remember that girl with the bow? You know, the one you two were making fun of me about that day on the gym field? Well, I had asked her out a couple of days ago.'

Marvel almost chocked on his drink. Spewing it out, he needed a moment to catch his breath before he finally whimpered: 'What?'

'Well, you don't have to overreact,' Cato said wryly. 'There is nothing wrong with her, now is there Peeta?'

Peeta just nodded, though he didn't quite understand what was going on. Somehow, Cato was acting a little odd. 'She's a very nice girl, yes. I think you all will like her.'

'Are you seriously about her then?' Marvel asked, still having a bit of trouble to adept to this news. He quickly glanced at Cato, before he continued: 'I mean, don't get me wrong, she looks fine and all, but to actually ask her out?'

'Don't make such a fuss Marve. He probably just want to get laid with her, that's all,' Cato stated, as he laid a foot upon the table, making himself comfortable. 'Then he'll dump her, won't you Peeta?'

Peeta wasn't amused, though he hadn't expect another reaction; Cato was always very sceptic when it came to love or friendship. 'No Cato, that's your way of treating girls. I rather prefer the long term relationships thank you.'

Cato just sniggered. 'Oh come on now. What are you, thirty? That's something for when we're way older. And let me tell you something: girls these days don't want to be claimed, okay? All they want is just some good time; when they've had that, they go over to the next guy who gives them attention. Don't think she will be any different.'

Peeta shook his head. 'Don't jabber… You don't even know her.'

Cato smirked. 'Maybe…I'm just warning you, just don't get your hopes to high. She's probably not even worth it.'

And even is she is, I'll make sure you don't want anything to do with her, he added grimly.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Totally fed up with herself, she threw her lipstick back on the vanity desk and reached for her head, staring at herself in the mirror with miserable eyes. She knew she should be having happier thoughts at the moment; after all, Peeta could be there any minute now, ready to take her out to whatever place he had in mind for tonight, and here she was, complaining about something she couldn't undo anyhow.

She sighed. You seriously blew it this time.

What the hell had she been thinking, taking a bet with Cato without even knowing about the consequences? She wasn't sure if he'd tricked her or not, but even the sheer fact that Cato won their little shooting contest just seemed wrong.

He couldn't be serious, right? she thought grimly, thinking about his persistence on going out with her. He never made it a secret he thought her far beneath him, so why this sudden change of hearts? He was up to something. And whatever it is, it can not be good!

'Katniss, are you ready? I believe you're date is here,' Prim called, peeking her blond head around the corner of her bedroom door. 'Oh, you look really nice,' her sister complimented her happily, seeing the beautiful cotton blouse and sexy yeans Katniss had specially put on for tonight as she stood up from behind her vanity desk.

She remembered herself to smile. 'Thanks Prim. You don't think it's to much?'

'Are you kidding? You look perfect,' her sister assured her. 'Just like your date if I may say so,' she added with a mischievous wink, before she turned back to the hallway. 'I will tell him that you will be there in a minute.'

As Prim left the room again, Katniss took the opportunity to peer into the mirror for the final time, then followed her sitters downstairs. Her eyes caught his immediately, and she had a bit of trouble to control her nerves. Prim was right. He was looking absolutely gorgeous tonight! Whatever you do, don't let anything ruin this, she thought to herself. Not anything!

'Hi,' she greeted a bit shyly when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He just smiled as he strolled towards her. 'Wow. You look…'

'Beautiful?' Prim helped, then scooted away in a hurry before Katniss could scold her for it. Peeta chuckled. 'Little sisters,' she apologized, feeling awfully embarrassed. He shook his head. 'She's right…you are looking beautiful…but you still miss something.'

'Oh, and what might that be?'

He pulled his hand away from behind his back, presenting to her a small, long, gift wrapped box. She just looked at it, not knowing what to say or how to respond. 'For…for me?'

He nodded as she took it from him; this was the first time she'd ever received a gift from a boy, except for Gale. Curious, she began to untie the cords.

'It's nothing big really, just something that I thought you would like,' he continued, when she suddenly gasped in awe. 'Nothing big huh?' she said almost mockingly as she opened the box she held, and gazed upon the silver necklace resting on the scarlet filling. 'Peeta, it's too much. Honestly, I can't except-'

'Here, let me just put it on you,' he offered, gently taking the necklace out of its case. She was too stunned to object as he stepped behind her, gently sliding the necklace around her neck, and before she knew it, she turned to him again to show him the result. His smile only grew bigger. 'Yes… That totally finishes it.'

Her fingers glided over the small pendant that rested just above her cleavage. It had the form of a crescent moon. 'It's… it's beautiful. Thank you Peeta.'

'Don't thank me…I'm just glad you want to wear it.' Her took her hand in his to pull her a little closer. 'So, are you ready to go then?'

a/n; just another short chapter I'm afraid; I still have to work out a good date for them…any suggestions would be great!