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Hour 3

Glimmer lays her head back onto the car's cushioned backed seat. She scowled. Since when did she have to sit into the back seat? She didn't understand what Clove had that she didn't. If anything Glimmer was a prettier, much interesting version of the girl. She rolled her eyes at Clove's constant giggling and hair twirling. Bitch, she thinks. She sighs loudly, trying to let Cato and Clove notice her. But Cato could care less, she was attention whoring and she needed to stop; this was Clove and his time. She would have her turn. They pull up to a rickety house that makes all their faces twist up into a grimace.

"She lives here?" Glimmer asks.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me? How do you know this girl not a masked murder or some shit?" Clove asks.

"Just get out of the fucking car." Cato ordered. Clove grumbled to herself but brought herself out of the car. She didn't know who Cato thought he was, or was going to be, ever since they had sex he's been bossing her around like he has some type of authority over her. She scoffed. Please. They walk up to the house the girls grasping on the opposite sides of Cato for dear life, and Cato loved it. A boy answers the door, with lightly colored auburn hair. His eyes so dark they almost looked black. He was a funny looking guy.

"Can I help you?" the weird guy asks.

"Uh . . . yes we're looking for Aubrey. . ." Cato speaks up.

"Ah, yes she was expecting you. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Marvel, I am Aubrey's husband." He smiles.

"Wait, Aubrey's already married, isn't she around twenty-two?" Cato asks, slightly disappointed, Aubrey could've been a great sex toy to add to his collection.

"Yes, but she didn't want to wait, we got married when we were eighteen." Marvel beams proudly.

"Wonderful." Cato sneers sarcastically. "Listen, we need to talk to Aubrey about a deal we made with her."

"Deal?" Marvel asked, bewildered, his eyebrows furrowing. He scratches his head trying to conjure up some type of memory of it. He didn't remember Aubrey telling him about any deal.

"Babe, who is it?" a fox-faced girl asks from behind Marvel. A smile lights up his face.

"This is . . ." Marvel trails off, waiting for them to give their names.

"Cato, Clove and Glimmer." Glimmer pips.

"Marvelous, I've been expecting you." A sly smile sneaks upon Aubrey's face. "Come, Come darlings, follow me into the resting quarters." She had only met one person out of the group and that was Cato. She had liked his plan so far, with a couple of her techniques they could get off scot free with all the money in the world. "So as you know we came to talk business, am I correct?"

"Yes." Cato, Clove and Glimmer say together.

"Excellent." Aubrey creepily grins. She sneakily glided to the bookcase across the room. For the house to be so ugly on the outside it sure was big and beautiful on the inside. She pulls out a book and opens it. "This book, my friends, has all the keys, tips, and tricks having to do with robbing a bank"

"That's really big." Glimmer comments, shiny emerald eyes wide.

"Enormous." Aubrey agrees. "But it's all the better, Cato you know my fee, cough it up." Cato pulls out two big green stacks of Benjamin Franklin's. Aubrey inhaled deeply entrapping the scent into her nasal compartments. She loved the smell of money, especially new money. It was her favorite smell and color. Clove and Glimmer give each other waryglances before placing their eyes back on her. "Thank you Cato, the book is all yours. Remember return it to me in twenty-four hours. Do not lose the book."

"Or what?" Cato challenges.

Aubrey cackled, throwing her head back dramatically, "Trust me, you don't want to know."

*.*

Katniss was sure she had forgotten how to breathe when she saw Gale's tall figure bustling over to her table. How could she face the guy who let her break his heart? She looks down as he approached her table confidently but cautiously. His dark hair was cropped short and he had some jeans and some sports jersey with the 14 on the back.

"Katniss? Katniss Everdeen? Is that you?" Gale asks.

"Unfortunately, yeah." Katniss gives a sad smile. Gale chuckles.

"I saw you drinking coffee and I thought I stop in and say 'Hi'." He smiles warmly at her. Katniss didn't know it but Gale had no hard feelings towards her, he may have at first but now he's fine with being without Katniss, he loves someone else. That someone else is Madge Undersee. Madge Undersee's dad owned The Bank of America Corporation. She was beautiful, rich and talented. What more can a boy ask for?

"Well, hi." Katniss waved awkwardly. This makes Gale chuckle more. Katniss was confused, she was wondering why he wasn't shouting obscenities to her. She didn't understand his motives.

"Would you like to meet my girlfriend Katniss?" he asks, suddenly, this catches Katniss by surprise. She didn't know Gale had a girlfriend. That was amazing; she could finally stop feeling guilty about the horrible break-up.

"Sure!" Katniss beamed, showing off her ivory white teeth. A blond haired girl walks through the door making the bell ding. Her long flowing blonde hair went all the way to her butt; she placed a huge flower on the side of it. The girl wore a strapless shirt, with polka dots; she also had on skinny jeans that hugged her curves beautifully. Katniss cupped her head in her hands. She wished she could have curves like that. She pinched the thin skin of her hips. She decided as soon as she get paid she would invest on food. The girl was walking towards their table and as she got closer; Katniss noticed the girl had very attractive doe eyes and long eyelashes. She also noticed her thin lips that looked very smooth and her pale blue eyes. Like her mother.

"Katniss, this is my girlfriend, Madge." He grins at her, stealing a kiss. Katniss let a small smile play on her lips, he looked really happy with Madge.

"Hi." Madge sticks out her arm grinning brightly at Katniss. She had heard so much about Katniss Everdeen. Gale constantly talked about how in high-school she was the best at archery and All A's and graduated with honors. Katniss looked nice. Maybe she could be friends with her.

"Hi, Madge, it's really nice to meet you." Katniss smiles at the real life Barbie Doll in front of her.

"The pleasure is all mine." Madge insists. "Gale didn't tell me you were so pretty." Madge says an edge of jealousy in her voice. She hid it well enough for Katniss not to catch it. She was relieved. She really wanted to be friends with her. Madge admired Katniss silky dark hair and beautiful ice steel gray eyes and her plump lips. She would've never thought she would be standing in front of someone so beautiful. Katniss was thinking the same thing.

"Thank you." Katniss replies looking down at her Chuck Taylors. Katniss really wasn't good with compliments but she tried her best. "Uh . . . you're really pretty too. " Madge smiled graciously at her comment murmuring a small thanks to the dark-haired girl.

"Well, I think I should go." Katniss says as she waved goodbye to the happy couple.

"Wait, Catnip." Gale calls. Katniss smirks at the childhood name Gale called her since she was 11.

"Yes?" she turns around.

"Here's Madge's number she's having a house party on Friday for her birthday, you should come." Gale tells me. Madge nods her head enthusiastically.

"If I don't have work, I'll see if I can stop by." Katniss replies evenly.

"Sure. Don't forget, I'd love it if you were there!" Madge chirps.

"Sure. See you guys later!" Katniss calls out the door. She remembered what she had to do. Get her paycheck. She sighs walking towards the bank.

*.*

Peeta watched the curvy girl intently; her short brown hair and chestnut colored eyes were meant to intimidate him. Make him run. But he wasn't running anywhere. He stared back into her deep, chocolate pupils indifferently. Her name tag read "Johanna M." Johanna Mason was everything Peeta thought she was. Snarky, sarcastic, and apathetic. She didn't like the looks of these newbies, but she had to deal with them. She sighed as her eyes rest upon Finnick's figure. A sexy smirk possesses her lips. He was by far, the best looking man she has ever saw in all her life.

"Johanna." She says softly to the bronze-haired man, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. "I am your new manager." It took everything in Peeta not to bust out laughing at the scene in front of him. He's seen plenty of similar predicaments like this. Finnick was always getting hit on by women, even some teenagers. She sticks out her hand and Finnick takes it, firmly grasping her small hand in his.

"Finnick Odair." Finnick says, using his grin that Peeta seen him use on many of girls. Johanna blushes furiously dropping his hand. She moves onto Peeta and her scowl is firmly placed back onto her face.

"Johanna. I am your new manager " She tells Peeta coldly. She especially didn't like Blondie. Not one bit. He seemed too confident in himself then needed for a new worker in this establishment.

Peeta stiffly sticks out his hand for Johanna to shake. "Peeta Mellark." He had to admit her glare was kind of getting to him. He gulps. Johanna smirks. Not so confident after all newbie. She thinks. She grasps onto his hands almost in a flirtatious manner. Leaving Peeta's mouth to go slightly open. Johanna chuckled inwardly; oh she was going to have fun with this one. She only did this to get under his skin. She winks before moving on; leaving Peeta baffled, still looking at his hand. Did his manger actually flirt with him? He understood Finnick but him? Really? He looked up to her intimidating figure; she is taller than Peeta by just a little bit. Maybe, one inch.

"Listen up, newbies, make a mistake, you're fired, capisce? Today is the most important day for the bank. Lots of people will be coming in today. You all got that through your thick skulls?" Johanna questions. They all nod our heads fervently. "Good, now get to work." She snaps her fingers. They take the stations they were assigned to. Peeta was assigned at the front desk for the bank for withdrawals, deposits and such. He was just setting up his station when he heard the sound of the door being open. He looks up to find the most beautiful girl he has laid eyes on. She looked perfect. Her long dark braid had flowers entwined into it and it reached her waist. She had on a navy blue T-shirt that read "Michigan" in big bold yellow letters. She also had the sweatpants to match. She still looked beautiful. She started to approach his counter, big shiny gray eyes gleaming with awe. Her plump pink lips were turned up into a scowl and her nose scrunched up. A smile lit up Peeta's face. He ignored his hammering heart-beat and choked out these words,

"Hello, how can I help you?"