A/N: Oh wow, thank you all so so much for your feedback! It means a lot to me. I didn't abandon this or The Hunger Games Social Network; this I just haven't gotten around to writing and I have serious writer block when it comes to THGSN, but it will be back soon loves. Thank you so much for your sweet reviews, and without any further ado, chapter number two!


Clove was pissed off.

She'd been promised that she wouldn't have to stay at the studio for long; her dad reassured her that all that was needed from her was a few shots for a portfolio and she'd be done. Of course "a few shots" in the mind of Christopher Ashton meant that she'd be in hair and makeup for an hour, put into some ridiculous outfit, and would have to suffer through a full-fledged photo shoot. Thank the lord that she never had to smile in pictures; she could scowl at the camera and it would look perfectly okay. Sexy, even. Instead of staying only three hours like she figured, she ended up being there all day.

Collapsing into one of the chairs in front of a giant vanity with light bulbs all around the frame, she pulled one of the feather earrings out of her ear. One of the regular models that Clove had grown fairly close to, one Katniss Everdeen, let out a small laugh under her breath. "Someone doesn't look too pleased."

Clove sighed. "Maybe it's because I'm not? Or maybe I just always look like that."

Another one of the models, Annie Cresta, shook her head from two vanities down. "Definitely the second one. I don't think I've ever seen you look genuinely pleased with anything, and I've known you since we were seven," she stated.

"Thanks, An, I really appreciate all your sweet comments," Clove said, rolling her eyes. Pulling all of her other earrings, bracelets and rings off, she leaned back into the chair. "Why does my father insist that I model for him? He has you guys, Foxy, and all the other models."

"Because with you apart of the team, we can easily put those snobs in LA to shame," Katniss replied as she began wiping her face free of all the makeup.

"Glimmer and her cronies don't stand a chance when you're on our side, babe," Annie pointed out. "Katniss, come over here and give me a hand with this stupid clip." The raven haired girl began fumbling with a giant clip in the back of her hair, and Katniss got up to go and help out with the situation.

Clove knew that was partially true. The Los Angeles kids always drove the New York kids absolutely ballistic, and it usually always ended in a fight whenever the two groups were within a fifty foot proximity of each other. Glimmer Blackwell, Cashmere Belmont and her twin brother Gloss were the three biggest blonde bitches that any of the models in New York knew. They were considered vain, fake, and absolutely soulless people. Thankfully, they all lived on the other side of the country. Katniss, Annie, Foxy, and Finnick Odair, the regular models at the Ashton Photo Studio, despised the Goldens as they called themselves. And unfortunately having to model for her father a lot, Clove was way too familiar with the Goldens.

"Well well well, if it isn't Clover!" a deep voice came from behind her chair, and Clove whirled around only to see the beautiful sea green eyes of Finnick Odair.

Finnick was handsome; Clove would be a liar if she ever told someone that he wasn't attractive. Bronze hair, sea green eyes, completely toned underneath the white t-shirt that he was wearing, and tanned despite the temperature being in the teens almost every day; Finnick was gorgeous. And one hundred percent model material. The Goldens had tried to con him into being a part of their little cult, but he refused since the Christopher Ashton had hired him for a full time job.

Clove feigned amusement. "Ha ha ha. Cute, Finnick. I thought Foxy was with you?"

"Did someone say my name?" Roxanne Whitworth, more appropriately nicknamed Foxy after a photo shoot with a faux fur jacket and cat eyes and someone shouted out that she was Foxy Roxy-which had been later shortened to Foxy, poked her head around the door frame with a way-too excited looking smile on her face.

Clove nodded. "Foxy Roxy missed out on the incredibly fun photo shoot today," she drawled, taking a washcloth and washing off the eye makeup. Foxy walked up behind Clove's chair, resting her arms on the back of it.

"Oh come on now Clove, you look hot. I'd be terrified of you if I saw you on the streets."

"So being hot is apparently scary now?" Clove asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever. At least you didn't have to work downstairs. It was so boring that eventually I ended up calling Bloomingdales at least five times. They might have blocked the number too," Foxy admitted. All of the regular models-Foxy, Katniss, Annie, and Finnick all worked in other places in the studio. Answering phones, developing the films, going in the sacred darkroom, getting to edit the photos and putting portfolios together; they worked first and modeled second. Not all of them had to model at the same time, Christopher needed the help, and of course, his precious Clove was his favorite thing to photograph. That was why the Goldens mocked them so much. They were considered jokes in the modeling world, but really, modeling was just a hobby. Working for Christopher was their real job.

The only one that modeled full time was Finnick. And of course, Clove had done countless shoots with the boy.

Finnick was currently standing at the window, a very amused smirk on his face. "Hey Clove," he called, never taking his eyes off of what was in the street. Clove set the washcloth back down on the vanity, staring curiously at the boy by the window. "I didn't know you had yourself a real life Romeo."

Katniss, Annie, and Foxy all began to squeal and wink at Clove, but the brunette girl's eyebrows furrowed together. "What the hell have you been smoking, Odair? I thought my dad said no drugs."

Finnick laughed. "I haven't been smoking anything. But there's some guy standing outside on the street and his eyes haven't moved from this window since I walked over here."

"Maybe he's gay Finnick, and he just wants to get with you."

"As true as that possibly could be, I don't think that's the case. Just come over here."

Clove huffed but complied, standing up slowly and trudging towards the window. Finnick, who looked highly entertained by all this, stepped out of her way as she pressed her nose to the cold glass. There, standing on the street with a very smug smile on his face, was the boy she'd run into the previous night.

The one she hoped she'd never see again.


Cato was determined to find out where he'd seen that girl he'd seen on the streets before. She was so familiar. Piercing green eyes, charcoal colored hair, the skinny frame-all of it was something that he'd seen before. So as soon as he got back to Marvel's place, he took the laptop and began to go on the internet, looking up New York models on the search engine.

On page twenty of results, he finally found those same eyes staring back at him.

Christopher Ashton's daughter.

Why the hell renowned photographer Christopher Ashton let his daughter walk around the streets at night alone, he'd never know. But he did. He looked up the address to the New York branch and told himself the next day that he'd go and try to see if he could catch the girl.

Marvel figured that this was just another girl that Cato wanted to fuck and then move on from. He had been partially right. Sure, Cato wanted nothing more than to have that Ashton girl squirming underneath him, but there was something about her that intrigued her. He'd know he'd have to put up a fight with this girl, but he wanted to. He didn't know why Cato was going to waste his time with the Ashton girl. Peeta Mellark, Marvel's other roomie, agreed one hundred percent. There were plenty of hot women at clubs. Why go for the damned model?

Oh, that's right. Cato had to have what he couldn't.

Cato had been walking by the Ashton Studio in hopes that he would have seen the girl, but there had been no sign of her. That was until he was just about to leave that he saw her walk past the window, looking one hundred percent different. It was definitely her, but he could tell she'd just gotten done with a photo shoot of some kind. Of course; Daddy's little girl was also Daddy's favorite thing to take pictures of.

And he hadn't moved since she passed the window. He began throwing small pieces of rock up by the walls, hoping that he wouldn't break anything and that no one would call the cops on him for attempted vandalism. Eventually, an extremely good looking male came to the window, looking highly amused at the whole situation. Was that her boyfriend? He began to talk to someone inside the room, trying to fight off the smile on his face. Next thing Cato knew, there she was.

She rolled her eyes, which only spread the smug little smile across the blonde boy's face even farther. Waving up at her, she yanked the window open before hanging half her body out the thing. "Now I know why you didn't want any of my cigarettes!" he shouted up at her. She stared back at him, baffled.

"How the hell did you find me, you stalker!?"

"I do my research, Miss Ashton," he replied, putting a heavy emphasis on her last name. He could see her face get paler, which somehow enlightened him in a way. "What, scared?"

"You're the one who should be scared! Security will be out there in two seconds flat if I call them on you!" she yelled back down at him, her curled hair blowing in the breeze.

"You sure you'd call security on me, sweetheart?"

"Wanna try me, pretty boy?"

"Come on down, Ashton! I wanna talk to you!" he shouted up at her, pulling his jacket tighter around him. It was supposed to snow again this afternoon, which was exactly what the city needed. More fucking snow.

"Have you lost your mind!? I am not going anywhere that you happen to be at!"

"Aw, was I supposed to be hurt by that comment, Ashton?" Cato said, faking a sniffle. She scowled down at him. "Just come down here!"

"I'll have to be dead first!" And with that, she slammed the window shut. Cato chuckled darkly. It was so obvious that she wanted him.


"I'll have to be dead first!" Clove shrieked before getting a hold on the window and slamming it back shut. The boy that she'd run into on the streets the night before while waiting on Russell had somehow or another found her. How the hell had that happened, and so quickly? Walking away from the window, she collapsed into one of the vanity chairs. Katniss stared at her with an amused gleam in her grey eyes.

"Oh yeah, you and Romeo definitely are in love," she said. Clove shot the girl a look that if it could kill, Katniss would have been six feet under. Katniss held up her hands in surrender, leaning back into her own chair.

"Who was that, Clove?" Finnick asked.

Clove sighed, resting her head in her hands. "Some…pervert probably. Russell never showed up last night and I ended up doing the one thing parents always teach their children never to do-talk to strangers."

Foxy, who looked as though she was trying to swallow down her laughs but beginning to fail, raised an eyebrow. "Well Clover, what are you gonna do about it?"

"Do you think anyone would miss him if I shoved him in the garbage disposal?" Clove asked hopefully. The people around her laughed. "Ugh, you guys are not helping me any."

"We weren't trying to help you," Katniss interjected.

"We were just trying to find out what you were gonna do about Romeo," Foxy added.

For a moment, Clove was silent. What exactly was she supposed to do? She couldn't think of any sort of solution. If she called security, all he'd do was go and find her elsewhere. She didn't even know the guy's name, and yet she already wanted to strangle him. This was a new record in Clove's book. Finally, it came to her. She slowly stood up, a determined gleam in her eyes. "I'm going to the coffee shop."


Well thank you so much for reading this chapter! It actually flowed out a lot smoothly than I thought it would have. I'm really excited to develop this even more. So tell me what you thought of the story in that pretty little review I know you're planning to leave me. Because your mom and Isabelle Fuhrman will know if you don't.