A/N: Okay, so you guys have to know that I did not mean to keep you waiting this long. I have this really bad habit of planning out a story really early in advance and imagining plot points for later on in the story, and then having no idea how to lead the story in that direction. So I guess you could say that I had writer's block. BUT. It is summer, and I feel sufficiently guilty, so I cranked this out the night before my college orientation. Who needs to sleep when you have imaginary characters in your head?

Anyways, please please please REVIEW even though I probably don't deserve it. Everytime someone reviewed, it made me feel a little more guiltier and urged me to write another chapter. So your feedback really does motivate me to write.

Previously on, Tell Me a Story:

"Clove," he started, brushing her loose hair away from her eyes. His eyes swept over her face desperately, greedily- he knew this might be it for them. He took in her wide eyes, her delicate features illuminated by the nearby street lamp. "I need to tell you something."

-All I Ever Wanted was the World-

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"Clove. I need to tell you something," Cato whispered nervously.

She nodded encouragingly, sure that he was going to admit his feelings. "I'm listening."

He shut his eyes in a pained manner, "I-."

Suddenly, her phone vibrated obnoxiously. Johanna Mason's name flashed on the screen of her I Phone. "Ugh, sorry," she grumbled. "This will only take a second, I swear…What, Mason?"

A pause. "Well, figure it out!"

"No I can't do it- I'm busy."

She blushed, "Yeah, I'm with him. So what?" She sighed with a pink tint clinging to her cheeks and turned to Cato, "Johanna says hi."

He laughed at Clove's obvious embarrassment. He liked how he was one of the few things that could fluster her. But then he realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach that with that special status also came a greater responsibility- he was one of Clove's weaknesses. And like anyone who truly got to know Clove, he knew that she was like glass: seemingly perfect, but with one good hit, she could crumble. How could he hurt this way, tell her something that could potentially ruin her, ruin them?

Maybe she didn't have to ever know. Glimmer was gone, there was no way anyone else knew….

"Okay, okay. We can work on the plans tonight," Clove threw an apologetic look at Cato. She hung up with another word.

"Sorry, Johanna was getting antsy. She's coming to pick me up now so we can go over tryout schedules."

Cato shrugged noncommittally, but internally, he breathed a sigh of relief. Another safe day. "Okay, we can hang out some other time."

Joining him to lean against her Benz, Clove reached up to brush her lips against his, "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we can play Mario Kart or something."

Clove allowed Cato to gently push her against the car, trapping her in between the hot metal and his unyielding, rock hard body. His fingers burned a path down her waist. Smiling up at him, Clove murmured, "I'd like that."

Suddenly, the sound of an approaching car caused Cato to step back from Clove's intoxicating body reluctantly. Johanna's SUV screeched to a halt on the large driveway. "Get in, Windsor."

Clove rolled her eyes, but Cato knew it was just for show. She and Johanna had a fiercely competitive relationship, but at the end of the day, they were good friends. "Calm the fuck down, Mason!"

"Then get in! We have shit to do!"

Clove smiled at Cato, "See you later, Cates."

Cato groaned at the nickname. She had come up with it in grade school, and it never failed to annoy him. "Bye Clo."

A horn cut through the air, "You'll see her tomorrow, Einhardt. I'll return Princess to you completely unharmed."

Clove huffed and climbed into Johanna's car. She waved to Cato one last time before Johanna zoomed off.

"So you and Cato looked pretty cozy," Johanna observed knowingly.

Clove fiddled with the air conditioning, "Wouldn't you like to know, Hanna?"

Johanna and Clove shared one of those secretive laughs only girls can, and the subject was dropped in favor for who would be the new field hockey goalie this year.

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Cato groaned as Boggs, his family's manservant and butler, knocked on the door to his bedroom. "Boggs, it's eight in the morning- what?!"

"Mr. Einhardt, it's a telephone call from the houseline." Cato blinked slowly and stumbled out of bed. Hardly anyone called the landline to reach Cato. He grabbed the phone from Boggs and launched himself back into the bed. "Hello?" He landed sloppily on his stomach before wrapping the covers around himself again.

"Cato?" the distinctive slightly hoarse yet sweet voice sounded anxious in his ear.

Cato bolted up suddenly, "Glimmer?"

"Yeah…."

"Glimmer, where are you? Clove's getting suspicious. How could you just leave without telling any of us?"

"I'm in Virginia, at boarding school. I… I had to leave."

"Without saying something? Clove really misses you."

She bit her lip to stop it from trembling. "Just Clove?" It was stupid for her to believe that maybe her and Cato could have something. Even after that night, it was always about Clove.

Cato sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "You know I didn't mean it like that."

Glimmer swallowed and concentrated on telling Cato why she had called in the first place. "I was late, Cato." It was only after her last talk with Clove had reminded her that her usually punctual monthly cycle had been disrupted.

"Late to where?" he asked stupidly.

"Late late," Glimmer replied as patiently as she could. "Like possibly pregnant late."

"…. wait…. shit." There was a long pause as Cato struggled to come to terms with the new information. "Are you sure?"

"I took a test and it didn't come back positive." She would never ever be able to describe the relief she felt at that blue negative sign. "But it could have. Then what would we have done?"

"…. so you're not pregnant?"

"No," Glimmer snapped. "But I think it would have been a little difficult to explain to Clove, if I had been." She sighed and checked if anyone in the crowded library was listening. "I left because it was just easier, okay? I cleaned up our little mess so you can go live out your perfect romance with Clove."

"Glimmer….."

"I didn't do it for you, Cato, so don't beat yourself up over it. I did it for Clove- she doesn't need to ever know about what happened, okay? Just…. just forget it ever happened. Okay?" Another pause. "Look, I have to go now."

"Wait, Glimmer-"

"This is a payphone, so don't bother trying to call back."

Cato sighed as the dial tone rang in his ear. Maybe Glimmer was right- she had made the ultimate sacrifice of leaving so that everything could go back to being normal.

Or at least as normal as things can be after you fucked Clove's best friend.

So maybe he should start acting like things were normal, because then, eventually they would be. Cato needed to go on living his life and stop dwelling on the past. Clove was here, waiting for him, finally ready to be with him. What she never found out couldn't hurt her, right?

At least, that's what he told himself so that he could sleep at night.

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Clove held a clipboard in her hand as she walked amongst the girls seated on the ground. "Okay, so that's it for today. Johanna's going to stretch with you guys so that you'll be ready for another tough try-out day tomorrow. Don't forget, we're running the mile tomorrow!" The girls all groaned but quieted quickly as Clove gave them a disdainful look.

It's good to be queen.

Johanna bellowed at the girls to form four lines, and Clove busily scribbled on her spreadsheet. Rue, a rising sophomore, had a good chance of making varsity this year- they needed a nimble, sneaky attack player. However, pulling Rue up from JV would mean that another upperclassman would be cut.

Suddenly, a pair of broad arms snuck around her waist. She shrieked, whirling around to smack Cato on the head with the clipboard. "Don't sneak up on me!"

"Jesus, it's just me!" Cato rubbed his head reproachfully.

She smirked, "What makes you think that I didn't know who it was?"

He pouted, and her heart fluttered a little. "That's the thanks I get for setting up the net for you today?"

Clove smacked him again in the shoulder, "You already got your thanks, greedy."

His grin widened as he remembered the steamy gratitude Clove had shown him in the storage shed. His jersey had been ripped off of him, and Clove had let him sneak his hand up her sports bra. Who knows how far they would have gone, if it hadn't been for the unfortunately timed sprinkler. Clove ignored the giggles and whispers of the girls behind her as Cato tucked some hair behind her ear. "You want to hang out after practice? Finnick invited everyone to his pool."

Clove bit her lip and turned around to glance at Johanna. The other girl had been supervising the girls' stretching but was currently staring at the couple with a raised eyebrow. The two girls shared a look, and Clove remembered Johanna's advice from last Friday.

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The two were vegging out in Johanna's room, the tryout's diagrams and schedules forgotten. Johanna absently shoveled popcorn into her mouth, while Clove reclined lazily on Johanna's fuzzy rug. "So, Clover," Johanna started. "What's the deal with you and Prince Charming?"

Clove squeezed her eyes shut. "Ugh, don't remind me."

Johanna, sensing gossip, sat up a little higher and scooted to the edge of her bed to peer at Clove. "What's wrong? Cato finally making a move?"

Sighing and rolling over to face Johanna, "Not even." Clove paused and wondered why she was spilling all of this to Johanna. The two were friends…. but usually she confided in Glimmer. With a sad pang, she realized that she didn't have that luxury anymore.

Johanna's big brown eyes somehow got even larger. "Spill," she ordered.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone."

Johanna held up her hand in a solemn oath. "You know I wouldn't, Clove." It was true: Johanna, although prickly and a downright bitch sometimes, was the most loyal person she knew. In some ways, she would be the best person to vent to.

Clove fiddled with the ends of her hair, avoiding looking up and meeting Johanna's inquisitive gaze. "I hinted to Cato that maybe I wanted to be more than friends…. and he just told me he didn't want to label our relationship and confuse ourselves."

Johanna sat up completely at this point, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Right? And then we made out for a while. I think he might just be using me- but it's Cato…"

"Fuck that-"

"And to top it all off, Glimmer's gone AWOL and is apparently attending boarding school in Virginia. It's like, I leave for two months, and when I come back, I'm in the freaking Twilight Zone."

"Whoa, rewind. Glimmer moved?"

"Kind of, I mean her family's still here. I don't even know why she left."

"Well, she was always kind of flighty….. Anyways, with Cato, you've just got to show him who's boss."

This got Clove's attention. "And how do I exactly do that?"

"You've got to force his hand. Show him what he's missing, be a tease, don't always give him what he wants…"

"You mean stop spending time with him?"

"God no, if anything, you're going to have to let him get to at least second base with you." Clove blushed. "Is that going to be a problem?"

She attempted to play it cool, "No, no it's fine."

"Then you have to your body do the persuading. Get him all hot and bothered, and then- BAM- shut him down and force him to DTR."

"DTR?"

"Y' know, define the relationship. The key is to confuse him- never let him take you for granted." Johanna finished with a wise nod. Johanna Mason was the master of getting what she wanted, she could handle boys as deftly as a circus ringmaster. Clove decided to trust her advice. What else could she do?

"Okay, I'll try that." She unwrapped a granola bar and began to munch on it. "Oh, and Johanna? If you ever tell anyone about this, I will kill you."

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Clove sighed and turned back to face Cato. "I can't," she lied. "Me and Johanna have to go discuss cuts with Enobaria."

He frowned before pulling her closer to him, "Okay, but I'm a little disappointed I don't get to see you in a bikini." Clove fought back another blush- what was wrong with her today?

I think it's called love, sweetie.

She blew her whistle just as Cato began to lean in for a kiss. "Alright ladies," she yelled, ripping herself from Cato's grip abruptly. "That's it for the second day of tryouts!" She walked back to the group of exhausted girls, leaving a confused Cato in the dust.

Winking at Johanna, Clove mentally gave herself a pat on the back.

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"So Marvel, was it?" Johanna Mason strode up to him after the very same practice. She glistened with sweat in the sun, face flushed from field hockey practice. She undid her hair and let it fall down her back in a beautiful, relaxed wave of light brown hair. As it swayed behind her, he caught a streak of purple on the back of her hair.

His eyes trailed up her long legs, emphasized by her short shorts and the shin guards rolled down her ankles. "Yup, nice to meet you," he said politely. He recognized this girl from Finnick's party by her big brown eyes. "You're Johanna, right?"

"I am," she confirmed. She had noticed his eyes lingering on her figure and figured it was the best way to wheedle information out of him. "We didn't get properly introduced earlier this summer, but I'm friends with Clove." She sat down next to him and began to help him roll up the training equipment. "Harsh of Cato and Peeta to make you clean up all this stuff by yourself."

He shrugged good-naturedly. "I didn't do much at practice because of my arm." Marvel had sprained his arm a few days ago while scrimmaging and was relegated to wearing an ACE bandage.

Johanna made a sympathetic face, "Ouch- aren't you worried about making the team?"

"Not really, I'm pretty much the only one suited to playing right mid. Cato basically promised me the spot."

Johanna began to gather the soccer ball into the large mesh bag. "That was nice of him. Cato's a good guy."

Marvel nodded stiffly, trying not to remember the gossip he had pieced together. "… look, Johanna, this is really nice of you- but why are you helping me?"

She seemed a little sad, "I was just trying to be friendly. You seemed like a nice guy."

Great, now he looked like an asshole. Shit- was she crying? He hesitantly placed a cautious arm around her shoulders. "I didn't mean it like that."

All of a sudden, she turned to face him again, brown eyes snapping dangerously. "Then tell me what you know about Cato." He must have seen bewildered, because she pressed on. "You didn't expect me to notice that look in your eyes just now?"

Who was this girl? Marvel played dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted.

Johanna softened slightly, "I don't mean any trouble. It's just…. Clove is my friend, and I care about her." Her big brown eyes gazed up at him imploringly, "Are you really saying that there's not something wrong?" With a mournful sigh, "I just don't want her to get hurt, y'know?"

Marvel felt an inexplicable urge to tell this strange girl. He couldn't describe it- it was just something about her. "Okay, okay….." he licked his lips once. "I think Cato and Glimmer slept together over the summer, and that's why she left."

Johanna blinked once in shock. The news echoed in her head- Jesus, she didn't expect anything like that. How was she supposed to tell Clove something like that?"

He continued, "I mean, I'm not sure, so-"

She cut him off, "-don't worry, I'm in no hurry to tell Clove this." She snapped out of her trance, "Well, thanks for the help, Marvel. I really appreciate it; see you at my party on Friday!" And with that, she swiftly kissed him on the cheek and headed off towards the girls locker room.

Shocked, Marvel finished cleaning up by himself. Who was this girl? He couldn't shake the feeling that he had been played. One thing was for sure: the beautiful Johanna Mason was a force to be reckoned with- and not to be underestimated.

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Johanna's house could really only be described as an estate. A large mansion comprised the "main house", with two large guest houses situated in the backyard. She lived a few minutes away from the gated neighborhood where Clove, Glimmer, Finnick, and Marvel all lived, but the sprawling grounds easily made up for the additional distance. "Shit," Marvel breathed, as he walked towards the backyard. "What do Johanna's parents do?"

"Her dad is some powerful Asian businessman. He owns a lot of companies in Taiwan or something," Annie explained. That explained Johanna's mixed, exotic appearance. "You should probably know that Johanna's mom died when she was little though, she doesn't like it when people bring it up." Marvel felt a pang of sympathy for the mysterious girl. As nagging and irritating as his parents could be, he could never imagine living without them.

As they reached the backyard, the rest of the group greeted them. "Finally!" Peeta greeted. "You're just in time."

Marvel waved to everyone as Finnick, Annie, and him made their way towards them. "Sorry we're late."

"For what?" Annie asked with confusion. "I thought that this was just going to be chill."

Clove smirked from her lounge chair, "That's what we thought too- but it seems that our dear Ms. Mason decided to throw a rager instead."

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"Hey, stranger," Clove called as she walked through the kitchen door from the backyard. Outside, hordes of teenagers were getting drunk. She had come in for a moment of reprieve, but finding Cato was just icing on the cake. She fingered at her dress coyly after hopping up to sit on the marble island in the middle of Johanna's large, stainless steel kitchen. "Having fun?"

He popped open a can of soda he had found in the refrigerator. "Yeah, did you watch me kick ass at football earlier?" Before the partiers had arrived, they had all enjoyed a game of touch football- meaning that the boys had played while the girls had gossiped. He took a long gulp of Coke and handed the can to Clove automatically.

She in turn took a sip of soda from the shared drink. Clove kept her doe eyes trained on him as she delicately licked the rim of the can of the residual sugary sweet drink. When she saw his eyes darken a little, she smiled in triumph, "Come here," she said huskily.

Cato walked to stand in front of her, casually placing his large hands on her delicate thighs. She played with the buttons of Cato's shirt, trying to ignore the heat pooling between her legs as he slowly stroked her legs through her skirt.

"I saw Finnick score all those touchdowns," she teased playfully, staring into his dark blue eyes. "I don't remember seeing you kick any ass."

"You were probably distracted because I was shirtless," Cato pointed out reasonably.

Clove flushed a little pink, caught. "Was not," she insisted. She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. He smiled at the soda-sweet taste of her. "…Okay," her lips quirked up into a deliciously sneaky smile. "Maybe I was a little distracted."

"I knew it," he boasted, before cupping her face with both of his hands and guiding it to his. He kissed her hard, tongue sliding against hers, head tilted so that his mouth could slant to fit perfectly against hers. She whimpered desperately and tugged on his hair, hard. "Relax Clove," he instructed in a soothing voice when they finally broke apart. Cato shamelessly smirked at the fact that he could make Clove become undone so easily.

She panted hard, causing her chest to heave exaggeratedly. Her eyes were wide with want, her hair a little bit mussed after his hand had run through it. Clove began to sweetly nibble at his jaw, and when Cato groaned in approval, she began to lick at the shell of his ear lightly. "Clove," he growled. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

"I think I do," she breathed into his ear. Clove grabbed him by the front of the shirt and yanked him towards her. She spread her legs a little bit so he could push himself closer to her and she could wrap her legs around his waist. She whimpered as she tightened her legs, forcing Cato to press even more relentlessly into her.

He didn't even bother to hide his throbbing erection any more. Instead, Cato's kisses became more aggressive, as he nipped and bruised her already swollen lips. Clove moaned into his mouth loudly, and her hand snaked its way between them to squeeze his hardened member.

"Holy shit!"

The two broke apart at the surprised squeak to see Finnick, Annie and Johanna. The three intruders at the glass sliding door all wore similar expressions of shock and awe.

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After an awkward and tense moment of silence, Finnick burst out laughing. "About time!" he roared. Annie gave them an apologetic look and hauled Finnick out of the house, smacking his head for being so obnoxious.

Johanna, however, stood stonily as Cato and Clove untangled themselves. Cato mumbled something about getting another drink and winked at Clove, before leaving as well. The kitchen was quiet as Clove patted down her clothes and attempted to fix her hair.

Clove turned to Johanna and, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, airily chirped, "Mason! This isn't a bad party, I'm impressed!"

Johanna's expression brightened slightly as she accepted the infrequent compliment from Clove. However, her face suddenly deflated as she remembered what she needed to do. Someone was going to get hurt- she needed to tell Clove the truth. "Can we talk alone?"

Clove, sensing her inner turmoil, grew concerned. "Hanna, what's wrong?"

Johanna's big brown eyes looked sympathetically at Clove. "Mason, snap out of it! What the hell is wrong?"

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Clove remembered the five stages to acceptance from Psych class last year.

First, denial.

"No," she shook her head, ignoring the bile rising in her throat. "I know you wouldn't lie to me, Johanna, but you must've heard wrong. Cato wouldn't…. He- I would know." Clove knew Cato loved her, even if they weren't official. She had seen it in his eyes first when she had been twelve, and that look had never gone away since. There was no way that Cato would choose Glimmer over her. But Glimmer had left mysteriously… and Cato had seemed more distant recently…

Johanna shook her head vehemently. "Clove, you know I wouldn't tell you something unless I was sure. I'm sorry."

Next, anger.

Clove squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Try as she might, she couldn't help but imagine it. How Cato and Glimmer were both so golden and beautiful and fucking effortless. How they probably fit together perfectly-like her and Cato never really could. How she was probably their little joke, pathetic little Clove. Cato was likely having a good laugh over this one- he got to sleep with Glimmer before she left and had Clove practically throwing her virginity in his face, begging him to take it. Glimmer and Cato, who had always looked like a matching set. Of course, he would pick Glimmer, who was gorgeous and carefree and curvy and blue-eyed. Why would he ever pick her- she was small and abrasive and uptight. She had thought that Cato was different but-

All this made her sick.

"And how exactly are you sure? Did you see it yourself?!" When Johanna shook her head, "See? God Mason! What would lead your miserable brain to believe something like that!" Clove shrieked, taking her anger out on the nearest victim. But Johanna didn't yell back, she only gave her that pitying, knowing look. Somehow, it was infinitely worse.

"Look Clove… I only told you because I respect you. You deserve more than that asshole." Someone called out Johanna's name outside. "You okay?" Johanna asked. Clove ignored her and stared at the woodwork on the cabinets above her instead. With one last look, Johanna left, and the door slammed shut behind her.

After anger came bargaining.

If only she had told Cato how she had felt before she had left. If she hadn't been so scared by her own damn feelings. If she wasn't so abrasive. If she had been prettier, curvier, nicer. She would be nicer to everyone, would stop eating so much after practice-

Step four was supposed to be depression.

But that's where she deviated. She was Clove fucking Windsor and she was unconquerable. She refused to be upset about what some fuck-up did- even if it was Cato. Instead, she straightened her dress, held her head up high, and rejoined the party in search of a strong drink.

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Maybe what happened this summer wouldn't ruin everything. That's all Cato could think about, and that hope made him embarrassingly giddy. That look Clove had given him had said that she wanted him- and that outweighed the guilt gnawing at his stomach. Glimmer was gone; maybe the truth would never come out.

After a few minutes, Clove still hadn't come out to find him, so Cato decided to find her. He pushed through the crowds, and found her talking to Gale by the guesthouse. She was turned away from Cato's field of vision, and it seemed to be a tense conversation. Clove's shoulders were stiff and unforgiving, and Gale's jaw jutted angrily. Gale started to speak, but Clove placed a restraining hand on his arm.

Cato walked up to the pair. "What's going on, guys?" Gale's fists clenched at the first sight at him, and Clove's lips pursed. "'What's going on- I'll tell you-" Gale started to say.

Clove squeezed his arm, "Gale, not now." Gale started to protest, but Clove nodded dismissively. "I want to talk to him alone." Her cousin glared at Cato for an uncomfortable few seconds but finally stomped off.

"What's his problem?" Cato asked as he wrapped his arm around Clove's waist. For such a small girl, she fit perfectly against him.

Clove wiggled out of his grasp, feeling sick. "Don't touch me."

Cato looked at her, confused. "Wait- what? What's wrong?" But from Clove's scowl and look of disgust, he suddenly realized what must have happened.

"I know," she whispered dangerously. He practically couldn't hear her over the thumping base of the music playing in the background. He almost wished he couldn't.

"Know- know what?" he feigned ignorance.

"Is it true?" she asked defeatedly. Cato saw the beautiful girl in front of him, and only saw what he had turned her into- a sad, self-conscious girl. It broke his heart. Not for the first time, he cursed that night and what alcohol had ruined. He wished he could tell her it wasn't true, but he finally couldn't bring himself to lie to Clove.

Clove Windsor deserved the truth. She deserved the world and she had been his. The gravity of the situation took his breath away. This was it. It was time to face the consequences- but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Amazingly, Cato's silence and its implication seemed to make her stronger. Her shoulders straightened, and when Cato tried to get Clove to look into his eyes with a gentle hand to her chin, she jerked away. "Don't touch me," she spat out acridly.

"Clove please," he begged, desperate for something he shouldn't have let himself get used to.

"Don't 'Clove please' me! You- you-" she broke off again. Tears pricked the back of her eyes.

"Why do you care?" He realized too late that was the wrong thing to say.

Clove's pretty eyes narrowed forebodingly. "Why do I care?" she repeated in a screeching tone. She calmed herself and exhaled slowly. She ran a hand through her hair in an attempt to stop herself from losing her temper.

"I've got to get out of here," she muttered to herself. Not sparing Cato another glance, she walked out back towards the party.

"Clove!" he called pleadingly. "Wait!"

But she was gone. For the first time in her life, Clove Windsor had walked out on Cato Einhardt.

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Marvel fished for his keys in his pants pockets. As lame as it sounded, he was really tired from practice and had decided to turn in early. "Wait!" Clove gasped from behind him as she burst out of the front door of Johanna's house.

"What's up, Clove?" he asked concernedly. He took in her anxious face and teary eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I just- I just need to get out of here," she pleaded desperately. "Can you take me with you?"

Alarmed, Marvel nodded. Just then, Cato strode around the large house searching for her, and Clove's eyes widened. "Now?" she urged.

Marvel led her to his BMW and quickly started the car as she climbed into the passenger seat. "Do you want me to give you a ride home?"

Clove blinked rapidly, as if she had forgotten that he was talking to her. "-oh…. uhm…. no. Not my house." That was the first place Cato would look for her.

"Where to?" He said as he peeled out of Johanna's gravel driveway.

As they turned the corner and left the large estate, Clove's phone began to ring. She silenced it without a glance. With a strained voice, Clove closed her eyes, "Anywhere but here."

Dun dun dun. So Clove finally found out, and we get to flesh out Johanna's character. I actually really like her, so she will be featured heavily in this story. I'm also already toying with the idea of writing a sequel focused on her- but I obviously am getting way ahead of myself and need to focus on this story and Heartlines primarily. Ooops can't won't stop.

So, what do you think will happen next? Leave your thoughts, comments, guesses in a review. I really appreciate all your reviews guys- getting that email notification always brings a smile to my face!

P.S. Had to add a shoutout to one of my guilty pleasures, Awkward. Tell me in a review if you caught it!