Hey Guys! so I felt like my very first Hunger Games fanfic, I had another account, but it got deleted by accident, but i don't really care since there was only one story that was filled with smut lmao. So yeah i think that Gale and Peeta are so great in the story and I want them together in this fanfic. Short and simple haha. But i also do like cato and peeta soo i'll probably make fanfics of those. So yeah this will be a new story of peeta and gale set in a high school territory. (most of my fanfics will be high school oriented) SO ENJOY. And yes there will be smut.. for all those people with uncontrollable hormones.

Disclaimer: I don't anything about The Hunger Games or any of the characters.

Staring at the ceiling. A blank, white ceiling. I shift my head left and right, hoping that the blandness would just leave my eyes and show me a little life.

Has my life really come to this? A void of actual nothingness? Should I feel any other way? Is it our parents' jobs to ruin us, their kids? Because that's what it feels like. They said that leaving home would be best for us...Bullshit, they meant it would be best for them. Yeah, sure we weren't exactly the richest people on earth, but at least we were better off than most people and at least we had friends, at least I had friends. Now I have nothing.

I couldn't stop looking at the ceiling. It was mocking me, showing me that my life is nothing but a blank slate now that I have to rebuild it once again. Rebuild a life that I had worked hard at getting, creating friendships that I thought would last a life time. But that was all gone. And I can't get it back.

My alarm was blaring out it's ear-tearing sounds and was the only thing that could stop me from my pessimistic thinking.

First day of a new school. Yippee.

I used all of my muscles from carrying sacks of flour and kneading to dough to get me out of bed. I dragged my lifeless body into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Bags, red patches, five o'clock shadow, hair that looks like it went through the wringer. I'm surprised I haven't broken down in the past 5 minutes. I tore off my clothes and hopped into the shower.

Hopefully the water would take away the tension within my muscles and in my head.

After, I went into my bedroom and took a pair of tan shorts that were just above the knee, a purple V-cut shirt, and a pair of plain black and white converses. I took my empty-but ready to be filled-backpack and got out of my room and closed the door behind me.

"I'm leaving now!" I yelled and hoped that they were still asleep. When I heard no answer, I took an orange, and left. Yeah keep sleeping...fuckers.

I looked up the address of the school and saw that it wasn't that far from here. I kept a steady pace and walked along the town that was lined with trees and was filled with people who just seemed to love each other's company. I bet you all hate each other. As I got closer the school I crossed the crosswalk in order to get into the schoolzone, only for my body to meet with a bicycle's tires.

Shit...what the..? This day just keeps getting better.

"I am so sorry! I was just trying to put away my ipod, but it got caught on my helmet." I tried picking myself up, but my head was too disoriented that I couldn't even move. I felt my body being lifted by a pair of strong hands, having my eyes opening to a pair of concerned gray eyes. "Are you okay?" I dusted my shorts off and tried to refocus myself on what was going on.

"Umm...yeah, you know I always get hit by bicycles, so it's fine." I tried to pass it as a joke to not make him feel bad, but my attitude passed it off as sarcastic and bitchy.

"Hey dude, I'm really sorry, I should have been looking."

"No really, I'm fine. You don't have to apologize." I tried to give him a genuine smile, it seemed like it worked because he gave back the action. He was about to wave goodbye, but he looked at me peculiarly.

"Are you new here because I'm pretty sure this school is way too small for me to not know everyone in this school?" He laughed. His laugh conveyed a genuine tone and only caused me to smile and look into his gray eyes.

"Yeah, I just unpacked all of my stuff yesterday in my new home."

"Really? During the middle of senior year? Dude, that's rough." His eyes showed pity, something I really don't need right now.

"...Yeah, tell me about it." There was a slight pause that only made an awkward separation from us. And he sensed this too.

"Well, it would be my pleasure to be your first friend and show you the shittiness of what Skylive High School is made up of." He outstretched his arm to reveal his calloused hand. "Gale."

"Peeta." He smiles.

Fuck. His eyes are amazing. And his smile...god his lips are just soo..fu.. "So are you okay with me giving you a tour?"

Shit did I stare too long? "Oh yeah that would be great." I give him my winning smile and hope that I was able to pass my awkward testosterone filled moment as nothing.

So as you can see. I'm gay. I'm not going to say, 'oh my school was so accepting of me because it wasn't.' But I got by from all the names and written letters to commit suicide with the help of my real friends. I'm not expecting anything different from this school, but I sure am not expecting worse.

"So this is the main hall, everything branches off from here. All subjects are separated into different halls, but the art room, band room, cafeteria, and gym are at the end of the hall with their own vicinity's. So pretty much you just walk this way or that way and you'll be able to find anything. That's the good thing about this school, you can never get lost, but the bad thing is that everyone knows about everyone and everything. So don't go spreading secrets about yourself, unless you want to hear about it tomorrow from everybody's mouths."

"Oh so I shouldn't trust you, now should I?" I need to stop talking, I sound like a retard that thinks he can flirt.

"Well, I never said I was 'everybody', now did I?" Is he flirting back? "No, but seriously, you can trust me. I hate this school, it's like..clique-galore." He shines that smile of his again and I'm melting. I literally feel like my face is on fire in what seems to be centuries of eye-locking. "Can I look at your schedule?" So you can tell me when you're free to fuck?

"Yeah of course." I hand him over the crumpled-up piece of paper and he scans it over in a meticulous manner. His eyes show a glint of happiness. We have a free time to fuck in the janitor's closet?...What is wrong with me? He's not even gay.

"We have lunch and gym together. That's great since that's where everybody tends to 'clique-up'." The bell rings to get to your first period class. Ugh, no I want to keep talking to you. "Hey, so I'll see you soon, Peeta, sorry for being in a rush, but my first period teacher is a bitch." He laughs. Once again I'm melting.

"That's fine. Thanks for everything Gale!" I practically yell since he is pretty much out of my eyesight by now and now everyone is looking at me, obviously noting that I'm not from here.

Well they haven't yelled faggot yet, so at least it's something for now. So far I have made a checklist as to why this school might not be as bad as I though.

I made friends with someone. Check

I made friends with someone who is hot. Check. Check.

Nobody has called me derogatory terms. Check. For now.

I follow the written words on the walls that guide you where to go and with the help of the knowledge that Gale had given me. I found my Physics class rather easily and entered to meet a teacher that looked disheveled with long platinum blonde hair and a scruffiness that just screamed 'I don't take many showers and I live in a hole.'

"Are you Mr. Abernathy?" I questioned, honestly hoping that I was in the wrong class. Not only was the teacher a mess, but this classroom was filled with wild and rampant students that wouldn't shut their mouths. It almost seemed like one of the scenes from the discovery channel where everything was running wild only causing mayhem within a contained place.

"Yes, and are you...Peeta Mellark?" His words slurred while his breath reeked of alcohol and his eyes seemed to have this 'high' look to them. Is he even allowed to teach here in this condition? What kind of school would hire a drunk? Probably another reason as to why Gale hates this school. "Sit behind Foxface over there. The ginger." Well aren't you polite? Wait, Foxface? What kind of name is that? I sit behind the fiery-red head and choose not to take any supplies out since it pretty much looks like I won't ever do anything in this class. Immediately the red-head turns around.

"So you're new?" Her voice was timid and her eyes seemed to stray from mine.

"Yeah, My name is Peeta."

"Oh. Foxface." There really isn't much to say and usually I would let this awkward silence draw out and hopefully end this discussion and awkward stares, but I really doubt her name is Foxface.

"..Is your name really Foxface?" She didn't say anything, only nodded and turned away. Well that was interesting. The whole period, the class just sat and caused a ruckus. I was listening to my Ipod, when football slams against the side of my face. Why do I keep getting hit? Shit, my head really hurts now. All I heard was laughing, a really loud obnoxious laugh came from this brute force of a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. If I didn't know any better, he would most likely be the jock/asshole of the school. I scowled at him and he gave me the middle finger and called me retard. Yup definitely a jock/asshole. Sigh Mentally erasing the check from 'nobody calling me derogatory terms'... I didn't feel like smothering my fists into his face for 2 reasons. One, I really needed to go the nurse to check if I'm having a concussion and 2 the kid was a foot taller than me. That wouldn't be a smart move on my part. So I jetted out of the classroom and down to the nurses office.

The more I walked, the more disoriented I got. The more I blinked my eyes the more irritated and more stars I saw underneath my slowly drooping eyelids. My legs started getting weaker and slowly gave out, no longer being able to lift the weight of my body. My voice too tired to call for help, I slowly went under into a vision of darkness right before that flash of white. All I could think of is, Well, this was a great way to start school...

Hope you enjoyed! I'll be updating as fast as possible, but i'll try to make the chapters longer than this. I didn't want to delve too easily into Gale and Peeta because i wanted it to blossom much more naturally than that of most fanfics that i read. And if you like drama, don't worry that'll have its time =P Please R&R! I'd love to hear your thoughts