This is a new story I hope you like it. I dedicate this first chapter of this new story to FalineInTheWoods and to Wonderwell thx for having such a great amount of faith in me. This story is in AU there aren't games here and they are in high school. I hope you like it.

This new story Katniss is the lonely girl, Peeta is the popular quarterback, Prim is a cheerleader and Gale is a great basketball player but he's the king of the nerds. Katniss, Peeta and Gale are 17 years old and Prim is 15. It's some OOC but I hope you like it. I'm sorry if this is too short.

Thx ~Jules:3 you really help me out )

I don't own anything related to The Hunger Games, if I did I would have $364.9 million from the movie globally. :D

Please R&R!

"So how did you do in the math exam?" Gale asks me while I am eating my apple.

"I think I did pretty well, yesterday I spent all the evening studying, while Prim was practicing her new routine. Sure you got an A+" he grins at me "as always".

Yeah my best friend, Gale Hawthorne, is the king of the nerds always straight A's I don't know why he's friends with me.

When we first met, was when I was on my first year at middle school. We were partners at chemistry; I was new at this school. But we became friends because we were at most of the classes together and there was always an empty place beside him, so I always sat with him. We ended being best friends.

Though he is handsome he is still a nerd and nobody want to be with him, except when we are in exams, a bunch of classmates want to be his friend.

"The exam was the easiest I've ever done." He says.

We stand up and we leave our trays and I noticed that Gale was staring at something behind me, he looked pissed. But as soon as he saw that I was looking at him, he looks at me and smiles.

"I know that you've got an A too, you're almost as smart as me."

"Ha ha ha" I mock a laugh, "that was very funny, Gale. But whatever come on, we need to go to sports class."


After I changed myself, I went to the gym. Today the sports teacher, Finnick Odair, said that we're going to play basketball.

He grouped us in two teams of seven players each, I am on the bench, but Gale is playing.

No one passes him the ball; he just runs from each corner of the gym to the other, even the other players don't care if he can get the ball, because no one passes him the ball.

I'm not chosen to play, even when they need to change player. So the rest of the class is on the bench.

The game was 24-24 and there were 15 seconds left. Gale's team was going to score the last point. Gale was feet away from the basket, screaming that he was alone and that he could score the last point.

I don't try to cheer, what for. Prim is the cheerleader, I just watch how the games goes. I swear that you'll never see me cheering to anyone!

One of Gale's team partners dropped the ball and Gale takes it. Though he was many feet away from the basket, Gale turns toward the basket and he throws the ball.

Everyone's mouth drops open and watch as the ball enters through the basket.

Gale's partners began to cheer.

I just clap; it's just a game, right?

Soon the bell rings, the class is over. Gale's team won 26-24. He looks happy.

I see that teacher Odair is talking Gale.

"So how I did it?" He asks me.

"Good, I guess."

"You didn't see that? I score the last point in my team." He looks at me.

"Yes, I know, but it's not big deal. It was just a game"

"But Catnip, I…"

"Whatever Gale, what did teacher Odair wanted?" I cut him off.

He looks a bit mad at me, but he became excited when I asked him about Mr. Odair.

"He told me that he wanted to see me as soon as I changed clothes." He was smiling widely, "maybe he wants me to be in the team?"

"You just score only one point!" I can't believe that the teacher maybe wants him to be in the team.

"You're just jealous, that's all."

"Yeah, sure. Jealous of not being in the basketball team" I can't help but smile.

"I know that deep inside you, you wish you were me"

I see that Gale is looking behind me again, he always does that, but the he just walks to the dressing room.

As soon as he goes, I look behind me and catch the eye of the one who Gale was staring at.

The quarterback from the Mockingjays school team.

Peeta Mellark.

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