Here is a short starting chapter, just to test the waters and see if this story sparks any interest...

Enjoy!

"Shut up, Mason!" Clove hisses.

"But he's totally staring at you." Johanna smirks, relishing in the petite brunette's obvious discomfort. The two are hardly good friends, as their common stubbornness gets in the way; however they are well acquainted with one another.

"Something tells me you'll be his next mission." This comment nearly causes Clove to throw up.

At age seventeen, senior at Panem Preparatory Day School, Clove Worthington has a nearly clean record when it comes to guys. If you take away the surprise kiss from Finnick Odair, who received a punch in the face for attempting to make Clove blush, then her record would be spotless. Her reasons for lack of experience and even interest with guys was often a topic of discussion, because very few could even fathom as to why she rarely gave boys the time of day.

Some joke that she still believes in cooties and is afraid of boys and hooking up; though God knows she has made it through to way too many of Glimmer Traden's one night stand stories to be considered a prude. Most people settle on believing that she had high standards and maybe a slight bit of fear in engaging in a relationship in which she could end up hurt; and these people would be close to correct.

The final three minutes of class drag by as Clove begins the outline for her research paper, very aware of Cato still eyeing her. "Oh my God, I swear he's undressing you with his eyes!" Johanna continues, much to Clove's dismay. "You realize how many girls would kill for Cato Evans to undress them with their eyes?" Had Mr. Abernathy not excused the class at that moment, Johanna would've found herself tackled to the ground with the wind knocked out of her.

Slamming her laptop shut and stuffing it in her designer school tote, Clove makes a beeline for the door, leaving a laughing Johanna behind her. Unfortunately, her small steps were no match for Cato's quick pace.

"Clove."

She doesn't respond - he's not worth her time.

"Clove, love." He snakes an arm around her waist as he accompany's her down the hallway.

"Excuse you." She scowls dangerously, attempting to shove him away from her. "I may not be able to stop you're staring problem, but if you touch me again I will personally cut your arm off and shove it up your-"

"Holy hell, Clove." Marvel Stone smirks at her threat as he begins walking on her other side.

"Holy hell, yourself." She responds, remembering the hook up story she had endured two periods before. Noting his confused expression, she stops in her tracks and lowers her voice. "Glim thought it was necessary to tell me all about your little morning hook up in the library. I didn't know you had it in you."

Smiling weakly he runs a hand through his hair. "Well it was a bit wild..."

"Dear God, no." She mutters, scrunching her nose in disgust. "I meant I didn't know you had it in you to violate the library rules." The obvious humiliation she had provoked from her part athletic part nerdy friend was beyond amusing.

"Last time I checked, there is no posted rule about not having vigorous make out sessions in the library." Cato intrudes, reminding Clove that he was still there. "It is common knowledge, manwhore." She scoffs at Cato before taking a hold of Marvel's hand and pulling him through the main hallway in an attempt to get away from the blonde.

"Hey, Worthington! I'm not done with you!"

"Oh but I am more than done with you, Evans!" She retorts.

Being Cato, he never gives up until he gets his way. "One date, Clove." He calls, pushing through the crowded hallway until he reaches the entrance of the school where a very irritated Clove is standing. "One date, I promise you won't regret it." He smirks.

"No." She states. "When will it register in that stupid head of yours that no means no?"

"Come on." He practically pleads. Just a simple date with her would nearly perfect his social status. He'd be the guy who got the girl who always says no. "We'd have a great make out session."

Shooting him a death glare, she turns on her heel and walks right out of the school.

"Ah, she'll consider it." Marvel manages to get out through laughter at Cato's rejection, before trailing after her.

AN: So what do you think? Feel free to review, follow, and favorite, especially if you would like me to continue. Of course constructive criticism is always appreciated.

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