"How on Earth did you manage to get Clove Cresta to come to your party?" Gale Hawthorne gaped at Peeta Mellark, causing all of those standing within hearing distance to snap their head to the backdoor of the Mellark residence.
Standing at just five feet and two inches tall, Clove Cresta somehow managed to look as though she were on a stage at all times. She was a performer who was able to manipulate her audience all while acting as though many of them did not exist.
Peeta shrugs, "She's my best friend."
"But she doesn't usually go to parties." Gale says. "She's above hanging out with most of us."
Providing a reasonable answer to the question everyone was wondering, 'what made Clove step foot into a party', was the tall curvy blonde trailing behind Clove. "Glimmer must have dragged her here." Peeta concludes with a sad smile. He could only hope that the brunette had came to see him on her own freewill.
"Glimmer must've dressed her as well." Marvel Stone mutters, caught a bit off guard by her uncharacteristically slutty get up.
"Well she did a great job dressing her then…" Cato Davis smirks slightly, eyeing her in a gold bikini covered by a sheer black off the shoulder teeshirt.
Rolling his eyes at Cato's comment, Marvel cups his hands around his mouth. "Hey Cresta, where are your clothes?" He yells teasingly.
"Hey Stone, where is the money you promised me?" Clove yells back as she makes her way over to the outdoor counter lined with the barstools in which the boys were seated on.
Marvel's face pales just slightly. "Damn it, Clove. Lower your voice, I don't want the world to know I'm your client." He hisses.
"Oh, but Marvel, if you don't pay me back within the next three days the world will know you are my client as well as the fact that a drunk Glimmer denied your offer to hookup." She smirks in response.
With a sigh, Marvel runs a hand through his hair. "We're friends, Clover. Shouldn't you be helping me out for free?"
She rolls her eyes, finding his attempt to gain pity absolutely pathetic. "Even if my parents came back from six feet under and needed my business, I'd make them pay. A client is a client."
Furrowing his eyebrows, Cato looks back and forth between the two brunettes.
Client? What kind of business could Clove Cresta be running?
Before he has a chance to learn anything else or even get the slightest idea of what was going on, Gale changed the subject in an attempt to save Marvel. "So I see you and Glimmer seemed to resolve things…"
"Without me Glim is nothing more than boobs and a butt. At least she is smart enough to realize it and came crawling back to me no more than a day after the rumor." Clove explains.
As usual, Clove acted as though Glimmer didn't mean a single thing to her, because she felt that relying on someone made her appear weak and unable to handle things herself. This exact reason is why Clove uses Glimmer for nothing more than gossip sessions, fashion advice, and latte runs. Glimmer on the other hand, desperately needed Clove in order to maintain a high status at Panem Preparatory. Not to mention, if you are on Clove's good side she will be less likely to ruin your life.
"Harsh." Cato muses, impressed by her response where as the other three boys seemed slightly appalled.
"I don't remember asking your opinion, Davis." Clove scoffs.
A smirk pulls at his lips as he registers that she knows his name.
The girl who gave a select few people the time of day knew his name.
While part of him was pleased, another part of him was irritated. Sure he has only been attending Panem Preparatory for the first month of senior year, but he is Cato Davis; captain of the varsity football team, friends with nearly all the high status students, and quite attractive. Given his reputation and place on the social ladder, Clove should know a lot more about Cato than just his last name. He also couldn't help to feel as though he should know a lot more about her.
Watching the smirk appear on Cato's face, Clove could feel her usual scowl forming on her own face.
Holding out a hand, Cato gives her a wink. "I don't believe I have formally introduced myself, which is strange considering we share many mutual friends and even sit by each other in a few classes. I usually prefer to be called Cato, but you can call me whatever you want."
Clove slaps his hand away. "Cut the crap, Cato, I'm pretty sure formal isn't your style."
His smirk turns into a full on grin when she calls him by his first name.
Most say gaining the attention of Clove Cresta for just a few seconds is a challenge, but Cato Davis had her for an entire two minutes and was determined to get more.
Author's Note: Hi lovelies! This is my very first story... So please leave reviews and let me know what you think and if I should continue or not. I have so many ideas for this, so any constructive criticism is much appreciated. Also, just as a side not, Clove is NOT a prostitute.