A/N This is the first chapter to my first attempt to a Clato fic, Lose It All. Hope you enjoy.
CHAPTER ONE
Cato can't help but grin to himself as he grabbed his luggage from the conveyor belt. He is finally in America, far away from his controlling father. Well maybe not that far away but still, he's now out of his father's territory.
At last, Cato's efforts of breaking free from the unconventional life his father gave him have succeeded. He had no freedom in Canada, he is always guarded. His every move was watched by the whole nation, like they are watching him make a mistake which he gladly and intentionally did.
Going to parties every night, getting drunk with his friends, fucking every girl he finds fuckable, those are the things Cato enjoys the most. It was pretty normal for a boy do to that, especially for boys as good looking and as hot as him but Cato wasn't just an ordinary jock, he was the youngest child of the Canadian Prime Minister for Christ sake!
To push his father to the edge, he brought every bad thing he did to the next level, hoping that his father would just give up on him and so he did. His father, after a lot of humiliating acts, got enough of his prodigal son and sent him to America thus, here he is, finally in a cab on the way to his penthouse apartment in Miami.
When he finally arrived to his new home, he opened the glass door to the balcony that overlooks the nearby beach. He screamed at the top of his lungs, taking in the newly found freedom that he has. He decided to go down and roam around the neighbourhood and maybe get his first taste of American girl.
He put on his cream khaki pants, white v neck shirt and his favourite pair of Vans. To finish his look, he wore his aviators and left his apartment building. He decided against wearing his signature leather jacket because of the extreme heat outside.
Before moving on with his girl hunting, he proceeded to the nearest European car dealership to check out and maybe buy a new car right away. Cato never tried to hit on a girl without a sleek car, not that he can't manage to get some with just bare looks and charm; he just want to impress girls especially when he can actually afford it.
Cato was offered different types of cars, black range rover that he thinks is too mainstream, red Audi R8 that he finds too girly for him, Bentley Continental GT that to his opinion, is too cheap and a Volvo that's a bit too Edward-ish. He finally settled with a silver Porsche Boxster, a sleek sports car, perfect for him.
His first stop was the beach. He pulled down the window to the driver's side of his car and admired every girl that passed by. Most aren't his type, too innocent, too fragile. Others were pretty but nothing he never tried before. He was getting bored when he saw this girl, this really hot girl in a cyan pair of bikini, showing her curvy body, her lovely chest and bum. She might look innocent with the two fishtail braid of her dirty blonde hair but he knew she will bring him fun. Cato approached the blonde hottie and removed his aviators from his icy blue eyes.
"Hey there, need someone to put sunscreen on you?" Cato asked seductively to the girl. The girl just giggled flirtatiously and handed him the sunscreen. Cato brushed his blonde hair with his fingers and smirked to himself knowing he's got the girl in the bag.
He put generous amount of sunscreen in his palms and massaged the back of the blonde girl that's surely be ending up in his bed that night. After he finished putting sunscreen and indulging his hands with the soft skin of the blonde girl, the girl finally spoke for the first time.
"Thanks…" she said waiting for him to give her his name. "Cato" he replied coolly. "Thanks Cato." The blonde responded with yet again her flirtatious smile. "No problem babe, though I think I need a name so I'll know what to scream tonight." He flashed his magical smirk that never failed him into getting into any girls' pants. The girl smiled at him and stood from her seat. "Not yet pretty boy, go here tonight at nine, I'll give you my name and then we can have some fun." She winked at him and left after handing him a piece of paper with an address of a club in it. 'Oh boy, there's no way I'm going to abstain tonight.' He said to himself.
After that conversation with the mysterious blonde, Cato decided to go back to his apartment and relax for a bit. He doesn't want to drain himself for the first day when he already had one girl on his to-do list. He slumped on his new bed and took off to sleep. Even though the flight from Canada to Miami only took a few hours, he was still exhausted and by what he's planning tonight, exhaustion is a no no in his system.
Cato was soon awoken by the sound of his alarm clock. He was getting a hard time locating it in his bedtime table when he remembered about the girl from the beach earlier. He shot straight out of bed and grabbed his phone to check the time. It was eight in the evening and he still have to find the fucking bar the girl told him. He grabbed his towel and jogged to his bathroom to get a shower. Soon, he emerged from the bathroom and rummaged through the clothes that are still in his luggage. He pulled on another white v-neck shirt, dark jeans, a pair of white converse and his black leather jacket. He loaded his pocket with his phone, wallet, car keys and the piece of paper that the blonde girl gave him.
Surprisingly, he didn't get a hard time finding the club even with his lack of sense of direction. The club is huge, a little bit bigger than the one he and his friends used to hang out on in Canada. He was about to fall in line at the entrance of the club since he is new and connectionless in this place until a hand snaked around his arms.
"Where do you think you're going baby? You're with me. Let's go to the VIP entrance." It was the blonde girl. She eventually led him to a much shorter line to an entrance that he's guessing is for the VIPs. Cato smirked to himself knowing that this girl can help him have connections in this new place. As they were making their way in the club, he checked out the girl yet again, red strapless mini dress that stopped at the upper region of her thigh. The dress was so tight and short that Cato could see every curve and every part of the girl's body that he wanted to look at.
When they entered the club, it was already pretty crowded though he knows that a lot of people can be still accommodated inside. The girl was with another pair, another blonde girl and a brown haired boy whom Cato assumed her friends. The blonde girl pulled Cato in the dance floor, not caring about her friends. They danced and danced until Cato felt the blonde girl grind her bum to his crotch that earned a sudden rush of heat throughout this body.
After a minute of seductive torture, the blonde faced Cato and directed her sparkling blue eyes to the now darker shade Cato has. Her lips travelled towards Cato's ears at a painfully slow pace and whispered, "Glimmer." She pulled away making sure her lips made a slight contact to the blonde boy's ear. Cato's face frowned in frustration. "Glimmer?" he asked. "Glimmer is the name you'll be screaming tonight darling." She said seductively.
Cato realized that the blonde girl was actually called Glimmer. 'What kind of a normal parent would want to call her daughter Glimmer?' Cato asked himself but refused to show his distaste of the girl's name. Hell he doesn't care about the name, the only thing he cares about is how good this girl would be in bed.
Without letting Cato respond, she held his hand and guided him out of the club that's now almost full and starting to smell like sweat and alcohol. When they finally exited the club, Cato took the lead towards the parking lot and to his brand new car. 'This girl's lucky; she's the first one to ride this' he thought to himself. He opened the door for Glimmer and saw the surprise in the blonde's expression. He knew his new car would impress any girl, he just knew it.
Glimmer stepped into the Porsche as Cato jogged towards the driver's side of the car and started the engine as fast as he could. They were not even out of the parking lot when Glimmer started to rub her hands up and down Cato's upper thigh. Cato smirked again and faced Glimmer. "Eager aren't we?" he commented on the extra attention the girl is giving him. The only response he got was another seducing smile as the blonde bit her lower lip. With that, Cato pushed his car to its fastest speed.
A/N: Yes. You are not mistaken. This is a CLATO fanfic. This first chapter needed to have a Glato moment. Believe me, I don't ship them either. It's just needed in the plot. Reviews will be well appreciated. Thanks.
