"Team Peeta! Team Gale! Pick your side and sign it!"
"Rebecca!" I hissed, taking her so she was actually sitting down at the lunch table. "No need to advertise it so loud."
Rebecca pouted at me and reluctantly sat down. "It's not like they weren't already shipping you with them behind your back," she muttered. "I wasn't really doing any harm."
I sighed and turned to Parker and Grayson who were still arguing over who was Peeta and who was Gale. "Guys!" I shouted, waving my arms in their faces. "We have a bigger problem than that!"
"I don't see what's more important than sorting out our ship characters," Grayson replied. I shot him a glare, and he quickly shut up.
"Oh yeah!" Parker turned to Rebecca. "Don't make the petition an actual thing. That's annoying."
Rebecca shrugged. "I do what I want!"
Great, Rebecca. Throw in a gang sign and you'll be full rebel status.
The bell rang for the end of lunch, so I reluctantly stood up. "This argument isn't over," I warned her, pointing at her. Parker gasped and swatted my hand.
"Has no one ever told you that pointing is impolite?" He scolded, wagging a finger in my face.
"You're doing the same thing right now!"
"That's different!"
I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking towards my English class.
Mrs. Green was at her desk, grading papers. She saw me and frowned. "Not that I don't enjoy your presence, but you're usually the last one in the classroom."
I just sighed and sat in my seat. "I'm just frustrated."
People started to file in the classroom.
"Whatever it is, don't let it bother you," she said, "It's probably nothing major."
The now full classroom looked at her expectantly as she started her lesson.
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"Movie night, movie night, oh how I love movie night!" Grayson sang, hip-checking me as I tried to pack my backpack.
"Why are you so excited?" I asked, trying to concentrate on what classes I had homework in. "You're never this excited."
"Um..." He said, hiding his face, "IkindamighthaveinvitedParkertocometonight."
"What?" I asked. "Say that again?"
"I invited Parker to come with," he said, then quickly spun around and ran away from me squealing and flailing his arms.
I groaned and hit my head against the locker. "Don't kill Grayson, don't kill Grayson, he can't help his low IQ, murder is illegal-"
"Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity," Parker said, suddenly appearing beside me. "You should talk to someone about that."
"I'm pretty sure talking to you should also be a sign of insanity," I responded, "I don't think anyone in their right mind would subject themselves to a conversation with you. That's literally torture."
He leaned against the locker next to mine. "So, looking forward to movie night? I hear you guys are having a totally attractive guest star tonight."
"Man, he's so hot," I sighed, "he kind of reminds me of a Christmas sweater. Keeps you warm but itchy and ugly and you generally speaking can only tolerate it once a year."
He laughed. "Am I supposed to bring anything with me?"
"Yep," I said sarcastically, "Ben and Jerry's and a million bucks. A girl's dream."
