So I just finished the Civics part of my online course (YAY) and Careers will be starting up next week so I've got a mini break till then.

So just out of curiousity, how many of you actually read through my Author's Notes? Probably like none of you and I just type these up for no reason, but if you do happen to read it, either PM or review with the number 16 at the end. I just want to know if it's even worth it anymore to type things like these out and reply to your reviews.

Disclaimer: HG Characters = Not Mine

ILoveFinnick4: Thanks for saying that hun :) And don't listen to the others, they're a bunch of moronic little fuckers that deserve an eggbeater to the face for saying those things to you.

pretty-little-gymnast: No, I'm glad I found YOU. I was literally reading your stories the morning before you posted this, and I really like them btw, and my computer spazzes on me and I didn't get your name down or anything so I was pissed. Anyway, it means a lot, thanks :)

Anarchy Girl: Thanks :D So have I and it's a really great story but it's rather long so I won't post it on here.

HatefulLove: Awww thanks love :D And it isn't good, you should go to sleep silly :P

Scarlette's POV

"Hop off my fries, will ya Scar?" Marvel teases, lightly swatting my hand away from his lunch.

"What? I'm hungry"

He gives an overly exaggerated eye roll, and slides it over to me.

"So what's with all of this?" I ask, gesturing to the three couples that hadn't spoken a word to each other since we sat down at the tree.

"They're all a bunch of cheaters" Cato mutters bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"It does not count as cheating" Clove fires back defensively.

"YOU PRETENDED TO BE HURT THEN HIT US WITH OUR OWN BALLS" Peeta yells back.

I raise an eyebrow at his outburst. "Excuse me, what?"

"The boys are just mad that the girls beat them in Millennium" Glimmer laughs, "And it's not cheating, just a distraction technique"

Gale opens his mouth to argue, but Madge shoves her apple in, preventing him from speaking. "So who wants to come hand out the invites with me?"

We all raise our hands, and Madge grins before producing a large stack of sleek black envelopes from her bag.

She hands us each a small pile. "Okay, well find them if you can, but just in case, the locker numbers are written on the bottom right corner"

I finish off the rest of the fries, and venture out to give the invites.

"Cashmere and Gloss Beaumont" I murmur quietly, glancing over the first two invites. Why did I have to be stuck with the twin snobs?

I find them at their usual table with the rest of the popular kids, and Danielle immediately gives me elevator eyes.

"Hello... Turquiose is it?" she asks with a sweetness that doesn't reach her eyes.

"Scarlette actually" I reply just as sweetly, "You know, the name of the colour you dye your roots?"

She scoffs. "What are you talking about Yellow, my hair's naturally this colour"

I roll my eyes. "You keep telling yourself that"

I flash a look at Gloss and Cashmere on the other side of the table, and silently drop an envelope in their laps as I walk by.

"See you then" I whisper and walk away without a backwards glance.

"Hey Scar" Delly Cartwright greets when I sit down at our table in last period.

"Hey Elle" I smile, handing her an envelope, "Here's your invite, and remember not to lose this one"

She laughs, and slips it into her bag. "Don't worry, I've learned my lesson"

"Let go, I have to get to class now" we hear Katniss laugh from the hall.

"But if you leave me, my heart will break unrepairably" Peeta gasps dramtically. "But if you must..."

"I must"

She stumbles into the classroom, and sits at our table.

"Goodbye my love" Peeta calls out after her, blowing her a kiss.

Katniss blushed bright red, and Delly and I laugh.

"He's a pain in the ass" she mumbles, burying her head in her arms.

"Hey, at least I'm not at Finnick level yet" he shoots back from the doorway.

I shrug. "That's true, I don't know how Annie puts up with his shit sometimes"

The bell rings, and Peeta bolts down the hall to his class.

"Get to your places people, we have a lot to cover today" Cinna orders, clapping his hands. His eye catches something, as usual, and he quickly opens his book and scribbles in it furiously.

Glimmer slips in, and tries to sit without him noticing.

"Hi Glimmer" he greets without looking away from his sketchbook, "You'll help your favourite teacher clean up the sewing room tomorrow morning right?

"Oh yeah totally" she exclaims with false enthusiasm.

He looks at her and chuckles. "That's what I like to hear. Now everyone, take out your sketchbooks and design me a lightning bolt dress with a high low cut" he orders, "You have half an hour"

I begin with a rough drawing of a girl, then add in the dress. I sit for a few minutes, doodling possible designs along the sides of my model.

I finally settle with a lightning bolt that starts as one strap on the shoulder, then zig-zags down and makes up the hem of the dress.

I'm just fixing up some of the edges, when Cinna claps his hands. "Time. Please hand your designs in, and don't worry, I'm not marking this one"

Katniss adds our group's papers in, and he glances through each one. "I quite like this one, whose is it?"

He holds up my dress, and I raise my hand. "It's mine"

"Well great job Scarlette, 10 points for the Sassacorns"

By 'Sassacorns' and '10 points', he's referring to the competition we have in the class, where your team is the group you sit with (In my case I have a team of five: it's Katniss, Cashmere, Glimmer, Delly, and I) and Cinna gives out points for just about everything really. At the end of the month, the losing team will have to wear an outfit that the winning team designed for them, and if they refuse, then they have to do a different task assigned by the winning team.

"This puts the Sassacorns in an 8 point lead, well done girls"

Cashmere holds her hand up and I smirk before high fiving her.

So I'll do the next chapter with Prim and her friends just to switch it up a bit, then skip to the party. Sound good?

Next chapter will be up soon, I hope.

Bye Loves :)

~Balloonatic