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First Hour, Second, and Third Hour
Peeta P.O.V.
After getting my schedule from Principal Snow, I look at it.
Homeroom: Mr. Cinna
First Hour: Health, Ms. Everdeen
Second Hour: Art, Mr. Cinna
Third Hour: P.E., Mr. Abernathy (D lunch)
Fourth Hour: Baking, Mr. Mellark
Fifth Hour: English, Ms. Paylor
Sixth Hour: Advanced Algebra, Ms. Venia
I'm a freshman, and pretty geeky. I wear glasses and everything. I always hated math, so the fact I have it right before I go home is pretty infuriating, though I'm very good at it. English is cool, though, I've always been pretty good. Baking and Art are the two classes I know I'll excel at, seeing as the Baking teacher is my father. I always decorated cakes, so I'm a pretty good artist. P.E. is probably my worst subject, though I'm pretty strong. Health just gets awkward… especially knowing that I'll probably be one of only a few freshmen in that class, made up mostly of juniors. Most kids at my school take Advanced Algebra in 11th grade, but I'm smart, so I'm taking it now.
That's why I'm in Health, because you take Health the same time you take your first trimester of Advanced Algebra. Our schedules shift, so I likely won't have any of these classes next trimester. I barely listen to Mr. Cinna talk about The Hunger Games, though I know I should. I look around at the other people in my class. Gil my brother, is in here, so is Gale, a huge senior, he's pretty athletic. Katniss, a sophomore, is fun to be around; I went to one of her parties once because we're neighbors. My best friend, Delly, is sitting right next to me, listening intently. Unfortunately, we only have one class together, English. She's in Geometry, which many people take in 10th grade.
I'm saved by the bell, and I walk to my Health class, which is I the E sector of the building, with my Homeroom being in C sector. It's a little ways away, but we have seven minutes of passing time, so I know I'll be okay. I sit down in the back of the classroom. A girl walks into the classroom. I don't remember her name, just her nickname, Foxface. Foxface is a freshman, just like me. She sits two chairs up and one chair over from me. Foxface is on team 5, a rather un-extraordinary team, but they've won four times in the past.
A group of three juniors walks in. Marvel and Glimmer, from team 1, and Cato from team 2. Cato is the football star, track hero, and basketball captain. He's pretty intimidating. Marvel is the school' best Javelin thrower, so District 1 has won in that area for the past two years. Glimmer is all sex appeal, nothing special. With them is Clove, a sophomore, and Finnick, a freshman. Clove is really good at throwing knives. Finnick is the swimming captain, despite him only being a freshman. During the whole class, I feel as if Cato is looking at me like a meal.
Being the geeky freshman I am, I'm a virgin. I'm also gay. Neither of those helps me under his stare. I leave immediately when the bell rings, his eyes still on me.
Katniss P.O.V
After having Geometry first hour, I head to choir, my second class. As I get there, there are instructions on where to sit based on vocal part. I go sit in the altos. I see Gale go to sit in the bass section. He's soooo hot. Our teacher comes in, Ms. Octavia. She addresses all 236 of us. "Hello class. Glad to see you've put yourselves in your places… I'll be back in five minutes; I just want to go eat a snack."
She's always stuffing her face when she gets the chance. It disgusts me. My friend, Rue, a freshman on team 11, starts talking to me. I smile at her and pretend to listen. I may be the school Archery champion, but Rue is the best fence climber I've ever seen. I'm so glad we get to train together. I see Peeta's fri8end, Delly in the sopranos, and smile at her. I look over, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Cato, the football star, is sitting with the basses…WTF!?
He's talking to Gale, who's explaining something to him. I barely here the words "In my homeroom." Which Gale utters.
I'm confused. Who are they talking about? Not me, most definitely. He would've pointed, or looked over or something. Who's in my homeroom? Gil Rory, Peeta, Delly, some other people… Which one is it? Or is he asking about an object? Either way, 10 million questions go through my mind that I don't even realize we've started warm-ups until Ms. Octavia calls me out for it. "Katniss- SING!"
I join the others half-heartedly. I can't top thinking about that one sentence though.
Cato P.O.V
I was asking about that boy in my Health class. He could join us, he looks pretty strong. Apparently, his name is Peeta; he's the son of the Baking teacher, all around innocent geek freshman. If I see him before lunch, I'll invite him to sit with us. He could be cool. Besides, helping rehabilitate a geek would look amazing to all the other students, and I'd be Hunger Games king for sure.
After Choir is done, I hurry to my next class, Gym, with Mr. Abernathy. My eyes bulge; I see Peeta is there as well. Marvel, Finnick, Glimmer and Clove join me. "Anyone we could use?" asks Marvel.
"There- Peeta Mellark." I point to him.
"He does look strong." Says Clove.
"He's pretty hot." Says Glimmer.
"Shut up you whore." I say.
We all burst out laughing. Peeta must have seen me pointing, and now we're laughing. I see genuine hurt in his eyes, like he's about to cry. Suddenly I feel bad. I walk over to him. "Peeta, right?"
"Y-Yeah." He mutters, his face still contorted with sadness.
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to hang out with me and my friends at lunch today." His face lit up like a kid on Christmas, followed by suspicion.
"You'll just make fun of me, it always happens."
I felt genuine sadness at this. Was I really just a jock asshole? No, I have to help him to help me "No, seriously. If you don't like it, I'll buy you a car."
"Ok."
The rest of gym is just Mr. Abernathy drunkenly telling us how to choose our lockers and what to do when we're changing. The boys go to choose first. Marvel and I choose lockers on opposite sides of Peeta, while Finnick chooses one next to mine. Peeta blushes, puts his stuff in and slowly walks away. Marvel and Finnick snicker. I give them a glare that says I'll kill you, resurrect you and then eat your guts for dessert. This was aimed at Finnick mostly, to remind him he's a freshman and we could very easily just kick him out of the group.
After Gym, my group catches up to Peeta. "Hey there, sweetheart." Says Glimmer.
I nearly throw up in my mouth. Glimmer is such a whore. I didn't want his innocence ruined just because Glimmer seduced him and left the next morning. He might get a little clingy. Clove eyes him, as if sizing him up. I know she's not, she could easily take him down. Marvel stares at him awkwardly, almost hungrily. I'm a little freaked out about this. Marvel moved here last year, because he was expelled from Capitol High Prep. He's a little unstable, so I whisper to him "Did you take your meds?"
"What? Oh, yes I did."
I turn to Peeta, who's now sitting down "So, Peeta, tell us a little bit about yourself."