A/N: Ok, wow, umm, this sucks. A lot. Probably because I'm still recovering from a major writer's block so it's super rusty, and ughhh. I'm sorry! And I'm also sorry for taking so long to update ;w;
But yeah, ummm, sorry. Also, you'll probably need this for this chapter:
Katniss - 11th grade, 16yrs.
Madge - 11th grade, 16yrs.
Clove - 10th grade, 15yrs.
Glimmer - 11th grade, 17yrs.
Annie - 12th grade, 18yrs.
Johanna - 12th grade - 18yrs.
Gale, Cato and Finnick - 12th grade, 18yrs.
Peeta - 11th grade, 16yrs.
Marvel - 11th grade, 17yrs.
I think most of those are actually canon ages, but yeah, most of them are changed up (especially Johanna and Finnick's).
The rest of the past tributes (Haymitch, Enobaria, Brutus, etc.) are teachers.
So yeah, ummm, enjoy?
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
This Chapter is not beta'd.
History is an Important Subject
Glimmer furiously washed the caramel from her hair.
She looked at Clove, who was sitting on her bathroom sink.
After the caramel incident, Marvel had driven them home to Glimmer's house, since Cato was dumb enough to not bring his car (he claimed that it was because he was in 'incognito'). Clove had apologized, which she rarely ever did, but there was still a bit of anger left in the older girl (that had been one of her favorite tops after all).
"When did you start dating Marvel?"
The blonde glanced at the shorter girl and mumbled, "Five months."
She cringed as Clove repeated what she had just said in a louder, and more surprised voice.
"Yeah well, what about you and Cato? Why were you two together?" Glimmer questioned back accusingly.
"I bumped into him," Clove answered, jutting her chin out and crossing her arms.
"But you looked like you were having fun."
Clove glared at the girl opposite from her, who was currently drying her hair.
"Why did you never tell us that you and Marvel are already a thing?"
Glimmer smoothed her new shirt down and cleared her throat.
"I have my reasons," she replied as she walked out the bathroom.
"Well, can you please tell me what these reasons are?" the brunette asked, standing up and following her out of the bathroom. She struggled to catch up as Glimmer ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, getting a glass of water. Clove grabbed her own glass and took a gulp.
"For one… well, you know that my grandparents don't want me to date yet, right?"
Clove spit out her water.
"What!? So you're telling me, that the whole time you were off partying during your sophomore year, your grandparents didn't know? You hooked up with at least a dozen guys!"
"Shh! My grandparents could have cameras around this place!"
Clove rolled her eyes and urged Glimmer to continue.
"And besides my grandparents not wanting me to date, Marvel's parents probably won't like me very much. They want Marvel to go to law school and find a nice, intelligent and pretty girl with a good background."
"You have got to be kidding me."
Glimmer glared at Clove.
"What? It's perfectly reasonable," she huffed.
"Or you're just too scared to tell them because you're afraid that they won't approve of you," Clove countered with a roll of her eyes.
"Not true!" the blonde argued.
With a sigh, Clove dabbed at her shirt lightly before heading towards the door to put her shoes on. Before Glimmer could stop her, she was out the door and walking towards Marvel's car, who had offered to take her home.
Glimmer was her best friend; they had met when Clove was only in the fourth grade and Glimmer was in fifth, but sometimes the blonde simply infuriated Clove. Especially at times like these when her shy personality, which she had broken out of, resurfaced. It reminded the short brunette of the one time in middle school that Glimmer started dating a boy (her first boyfriend, even!), but was too afraid to break up with him in fear of hurting his feelings, but was also too afraid of telling her grandparents.
Needless to say, they broke up after two weeks because the boy was caught 'cheating' on her.
"What's with the sour face?"
Clove glanced at Marvel and hopped into his car, answering with a mumbled "nothing".
"'This where you live?"
With a thanks, Clove got out of the car and started walking to her house before Marvel called out her name, effectively stopping her in her tracks.
"You're not going to tell anyone, right?" Marvel asked.
The girl turned towards him and frowned.
"I can't make any promises."
More than anything, Clove hated getting into fights with her closest friends. This was mostly due to the fact that it was hard for her to make friends, but also because she was rarely ever the type to apologize.
Next to that, Clove also hated being put in awkward situation. Right at that moment, the awkward situation was Glimmer walking alongside her stiffly, glancing at her every few minutes, whilst Annie hid behind them in hopes of avoiding any and all contact with Finnick. She kept doing this, even after Johanna reminded the flighty girl that she had promised to speak to Finnick that day.
"I'm not going to tell anyone, you know. Unless I have to," Clove whispered to Glimmer, glancing up at her at the same time.
The message was sent to everyone in the "Unofficial Club for Stalkers" (which was a highly inappropriate club name, in Clove's opinion) during lunch.
From: Johanna –hates you-
To: Knife Addict, Glimmer Shimmer, Katniss De Awesome, Musical Madge, Fishy Annie
Subject: Meeting right now.
Meeting right now, in the clubroom, no absences or excuses.
And so, they all bought either sandwiches of hotdogs and headed off to the clubroom.
Now, they all sat down and began eating, carefully watching Johanna, who was writing something on the board.
"As you all should know, this clubroom is only ours for three weeks, but since the council president is a wimp, I told him to go fuck himself, and now the clubroom is ours for the rest of the school year. But, we're not here to talk about that! We're here to talk about our second mission!"
The girls stirred after hearing the last few words.
Johanna started banging a fist against the board and in a loud manner, began explaining what their second mission was.
"This Friday, I repeat, Friday, Cashmere and Gloss are holding a party at their house slash mansion! As you all should know, those two's parties are the best parties that a student in Panem High could ever go to. And guess what! I've caught word that those little losers who are attractive enough to catch your attentions are going to be at said party! Now, your job is to follow them around in the party, and make sure that they do not take home any girl, unless that girl is you and you can guarantee more than a one-night stand."
By this point, Johanna was practically lying down on the desk in front of her, her face inches away from Madge's, who was in the front seat.
"Are we clear!?"
There was a chorus of yes's and a few frightened 'clears'.
"Now moving onto a more personal topic, and a topic that we all know about. Annie! When is that talk with Finnick going to happen?"
Annie shifted in her seat.
"Today, during History, since we're in the same class, and Mr. Abernathy doesn't really care what we do."
"Good, good, but History class? Really?" Johanna questioned skeptically.
"After reading multiple short stories on the internet, I figured that it's probably best to either speak to him in public, so he'll answer me honestly to avoid making a scene, or to guilt trip him into it," Annie replied with a slight hint of pride in her voice.
"…You were reading fanfiction?"
Annie looked at Katniss, who had asked her the previous question.
Annie inhaled and exhaled, pep talking herself in front of the library door before going into History class.
Finally, she actually went inside after another student looked at her weirdly and asked her to 'please move'. Speed walking in, Annie made sure to take the empty seat beside Finnick before the girl who had come in after her could.
Fifteen minutes into the class, the awkwardness between the two had increased, and Mr. Abernathy had set them off to work, which most of the students took as a cue to start talking to each other.
"Hey," Annie murmured, glancing at Finnick, who had greeted her first.
They glanced at each other, urging the other to go first. Annie resigned first, starting her well thought-out speech.
"Look, umm, everything I said to you the other day, I thought that it probably made you feel bad and everything and umm… I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything. I was just… I got caught up in the moment, and I thought that it was as good a time as any to tell you how I felt since I didn't want to graduate high school without telling you, and I'm sorry, umm—"
Annie turned her head to look at Finnick, who had been staring at her the entire time, but now, there was a wide grin on his face.
"I said, that's great. You really don't have to apologize. If anything, the only thing that you have to apologize for is for running off so suddenly… because I never got to say what I wanted to say."
Oh god, there it was, he was going to reject her. He was going to say that he didn't like her and that's why he stopped hanging around her, because he felt weirded out around her and—
"Since I love you too."
Annie's eyes widened a fraction as she stared at Finnick, who was grinning at her.
"Then, does that mean, I mean…?"
"If you want it to," Finnick replied with a smile.
"I… I think I need to go to the washroom!"
Katniss, who had been walking to her next class at that moment, watched Annie run past her and into the girl's washroom, her face beet red.
Woooo, it's not a high school au until there's a party!And a fluffy scene! I'm so sorry, I tried, but I'm no good at writing fluff. x.x
Spring break is coming up, so I'm hoping to update some time then, but ughh, I really can't make any promises.
Anyways, reviews, feedback? No flames? Yay?
~Orange Lilies and Red Roses