Chapter 5:

My POV

"Okay boys? Cato, repeat everything I just told you." I ordered, and watched Cato nod. Me and all my Hunger Games tributes were crowded in the back of the bus, and they were all turned around to face me. It's a good thing that I'm always the first stop on the bus though, so I can review the tributes on what to do. Hannah, Rue, Brian, and Larry are still sitting at the bus stop, waiting for their bus to arrive.

"Be careful. All the girls at the High School, except for you, are infected with a rare and very contagious disease called cooties. Apparently, it can only be spread to boys. So we can't date-!"

"Or flirt." Marvel interrupted Cato, who glared.

"Or talk to them." Peeta nodded merrily.

"Correct boys. Now, if a girl tries to talk to you, be careful. Any romantic contact at all can spread the disease. I got the anti cootie shot when I was a baby, so I don't have the disease. But the anti cooties shot was discontinued very soon after. But do me a favor and don't mention this to anyone, the children at the high school are very nervous about this information." I lied, and smirked in my mind for coming up with that.

"Thanks for telling them Jules, what if they got infected and then gave us the disease?!" Glimmer squealed, and then gripped her face protectively.

"Your welcome Glimmer. And as I said before, Cooties takes away almost all your good looks! If gives you zits," Glimmer gasped.

"It gives you a case of massive weight gain." I said, and Glimmer gasped in shock again. She looked horrified.

"And it gives you more. Now, even if the girls at school look like they don't have cooties, it just means that the disease is on the inside, and its more contagious! Just a little breath can make all those muscles melt away, until you look like this guy." I pulled my tablet up and showed Cato a picture of Justin Bieber, and he jumped back, horrified.

"What?!" He cried out in terror, and then pulled his arms up to look at his muscles.

"Yes. I'm afraid its true." I sighed fakily, and Marvel looked at the picture closely.

"That's a guy?" He asked, and I nodded. "Yes. He's a singer, but he also sounds like a girl. At least he did when he was sixteen. Listen." I said, and after typing a few words in Google, clicked on a you tube video.

Katniss's stone cold face turned to disgusted confusion as Justin Bieber: Baby filled the air. Glimmer's head nodded side to side as she danced to the music.

"Baby. Baby. Baby-!"

"Shut up!" Marvel screamed at her, and Cato grabbed my tablet out of my hands. I screamed in horror as he threw the tablet outside the bus window, breaking into hundreds of shards of tiny glass on the concrete road.

"Cato no!" I screamed, but he just breathed a sigh of relief.

"Geez that song was horrible." He muttered, and Clove dived out of my way. I jumped over the top of my school bus seat, and wrapped my hands around Cato's muscular neck.

"I had that thing for months now! I put so much work into that thing! It was my favorite electronic! You're going pay!" I screamed in his face, and Marvel tried to pull me off. Cato pushed me away, but I wouldn't budge.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" He pleaded, and even tried smacking the back of my head, but I was too angry to let go. Peeta got up and grabbed my ankles. He heaved and tried to pull me off, but I tightened my grip. Marvel grabbed my waist, and the school bus slowed to a stop.

"Hey! You crazy teenagers! You," I looked up for a second and saw the bus driver's face in her mirror.

"Your always causing trouble! If you don't let go right now I'm throwing you off!" She screamed. I frowned, and let go of Cato instantly. But I let go at the exact moment Peeta decided to pull, and went crashing into Peeta, who fell into the metal wall of the bus.

"Sorry Peeta." I called, and pulled him up off the floor. A trickle of blood rolled down his forehead, but he was still smiling.

"Oh, its okay. Are you alright Cato?" He asked Cato, who was trying to get his breath back, and rubbing his sore neck.

"I'm fine." He groaned slightly.

"But my tablet isn't." I glared at him, and he frowned.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking-!"

"No, you weren't thinking!" I screamed, and the bus doors opened, letting in about six teens. They looked at tributes curiously, but sat at the front of the bus.

"Okay I'm sorry." Cato whispered, and I motioned for all the tributes to turn around.

"Now what am I supposed to do when I finish my work first?! Your just lucky I have a laptop in Homeroom!" I glared at him, and huffed. He grimaced.

"I'm sorry! I said I was sorry!" Cato pleaded, and a boy up in front turned around.

"Jules." He said, and waved to me. "What's wrong? Is this tough guy bothering you?" He asked, and the kids up front turned around to glare at Cato.

"No Travis, its all right." I called, and Cato rolled his eyes.

"Small little bugger needs to be put in his place." Cato muttered, crossing his arms as the other kids glared at him.

"Stop it Cato," I whispered, and leaned forward so I could be quiet.

"Travis just came back from the hospital last Thursday. He had a seizure about a month ago, and now everyone feels bad for him. The whole school is on his side, so don't mess with him. He will ruin you." I glared at him, and Katniss's face softened.

"He was in the hospital? Aww." Katniss said, peeking over her shoulder at Travis, who was looking at us curiously.

"Does he like you or something? He keeps on looking at us." Marvel said, glaring at Travis, who just glared back.

"He's just a friend Marvel. I think he likes me the most because of the fact that I was the only one who didn't fall for his whole sickly act. I mean come on, guys in a serious seizure, yet he can still Instagram from his hospital bed? Must not be that bad." I muttered to myself, and Marvel smirked.

"So, is the school doing something for him? Sick kid stuff?" He asked, and I nodded.

"They sold bracelets with his name on it to help his parents pay off the Hospital bills. And his name is on the school billboard. Team Travis or something like that." I rolled my eyes when the bus stopped again, letting on a whole crowd of teens.

"Yo." One girl nodded to me at the door. And I waved back. "Becky. Hi." I said.

"Are these your friends?" Clove asked, and I nodded.

"I told you, I only have one friend. Well, yeah I guess their my friends." I sighed, and the tributes frowned at me.

"I thought that you said that everyone at school thinks you're a psycho loser?" Glimmer asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.

"Well, not everyone I guess. Just a few. But I don't know that many people." I said defensively, and Cato just rolled his eyes.

"Juliunna!" Becky called from the front of the bus, and pointed to the hunger games tributes. "Are you going to introduce us?" She called, and Clove turned around with a snarl.

"Are you going to get that large zit removed from your greasy forehead? Apparently not. And weren't you ever told that its rude to point?" Clove snarled, and then flipped her small braid over her shoulder with a huff.

"This, is going to be a long day." I nodded, shaking my head.