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SO NOW HERE'S CHAPTER SEVEN :D

In this chapter, there are a few small segments that might feel a little disconnected or disjointed at times. Don't worry! I know we can pull through it!

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Dear Cato,

Just be glad you got a girl who doesn't see you as a sex god of the eleventh grade.

Yours Truly,
Ree (nickname)

~;~

Dear diary,

Let's make this quick and easy for you. I joined a band. An actual, live, soon-to-be-performing band, who plays their own music. The members: me and the baboons-of-next-door. Practice venue: a storage room rented out from a company that once owned the warehouse, which is now transformed into a goddamn lounge.
Bottom line: God help us.

Yours truly,

Katniss E.

~;~

The bell rings as I march straight into English and drop the note into Cato's mailbox, then pick up the note inside of mine. I take my usual seat at the back of the room and prepare myself for the droning lectures the teacher is about to give.

After a few minutes, everyone begins to get restless, and I decide to open up my letter. It reads:

Dear Katniss,

I don't even know what you're supposed to say in these things... "Hi I'm Aven let's be friends when you don't even know me"? Seriously...

-Aven

I smile into my lap where the note is being read, and silently fold it up.

"Ms. Everdeen, would you care to read the next page for us, since you seem focused so," The teacher says from the front of the room. Shit, what?

"Umm... wh-wha...?" I say completely confused. I blush as the class giggles and snickers at me.

"Care to pay more attention to your textbook?" The teacher looks at me from over his specs as I mutter,

"Yes, sir."

~;~

I sit at the same tree I did yesterday for lunch, and jot down any ideas that come to me for song lyrics. I have to do something in my free time- and I guess this is a good way to keep me occupied from my growing hunger. I forgot my lunch once again and my wallet's been completely emptied out.

I chew my pen cap nervously, reading what I wrote so far:

And I'd give up forever to touch you,
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
'You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,-'

'I'll ever be' what? I read the few lines over and over again, trying to make sense of it all, but nothing comes to mind. But I have an idea of the melody and stuff, and it fits in perfectly.

"Hey, Girl on Fire," A familiar voice says from above my head. I look up to see just Cato, by himself.

"Hey, yourself," I respond nonchalantly.

"What are we up to here?" he tries to sit down next to me and peek at my songbook, but I snap it shut and put my hand on the ground next to me.

"Who said you could sit?" I narrow my eyes at him, and he laughs.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. So would you like me to stand instead?"

I hesitantly retreat my hand to my lap, and he sits himself in the same spot.

"Why are you here, even? Where's Marvel? And Finnick and Gale?" I ask after a long awkward silence.

"They're doing some shit for our music teacher. He's pretty excited to meet you, since you skipped his last class," he says cooly.

"Why aren't you with them?"

"'Cause I wasn't showing my lazy ass, unlike them," Cato does a half-smirk, and I can tell he's trying to amuse me. I give him an eye roll in response.

"So, what's in the book?" He asks, gesturing towards my songbook.

"Oh, this? Well, it's- just... um..." I stare down at the black cover, as blank as my thoughts as to what else it might be.

"Come on, what's so bad with telling me," he grins before adding, "Sex god of eleventh grade?"

So he got my note. I can tell he liked my quote, and a lot. It might not have been for the better when I wrote that...

"I dunno, you might pamper me with too many questions," I shrug.

"I thought I already did."

"Yeah, you do."

"I'll stop if you show me," He smiles, as if trying to charm me.

"You don't have to say it twice," I look down, and burry my face into the book, looking for a good page to show him. I feel my cheeks getting hotter, and I can't control the smile that slowly creeps across my face.

"You're blushing," Cato says excitedly.

"Yeah, so?" The embarrassed smile has spread all over myself now, and I let it show.

"So, I made you blush, is that not something you would take pride in?"

"Do you want to see this or not," I look as seriously as I can at him, then crack a friendly smile as I look away. I come to the page that I just finished writing on. Suddenly, an idea pops into my head, and I quickly scrawl it down on the page.

"Do I get to see it yet?" Cato again tries to peek at what I'm writing, and this time I let him.

"I write songs in here, my songbook," I mutter nervously from behind the pages.

"Wow, this is really good," Cato comments after reading the lines.

"Thanks."

"I have a few ideas for it too, if you wouldn't mind," he says as shyly as I guess Cato can.

"Um, okay," I hand the pencil to him and he scribbles something else a few lines down.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

"It's even better than mine," I whisper in awe. It somehow even fits into the melody in my head. "Thanks."

"Hey, there's lots more where that came from," he states, going back to his arrogant self.

"Oh really? Really?" I respond, flipping through the previously pages quickly. I smirk at his blank expression and smirk.

"Same."

We talk for the next half hour, about past music experiences, song writing, the band, and other things. He gives me his apple, which also happens to be his only lunch. But unfortunately, the bell rings, ending our free time.

We walk into the building together, and he says, "So... I guess I'll see you at music then...?"

"Um, yeah, sure," I avoid his gaze, feeling awkward.

"Okay. Well, see ya around," he gives me a smile and I feel myself blush again as he waves at me.

"Wait, Cato!" I whip around, calling back to him. He looks at me, and I stutter,

"Um, ah.. Thanks. For... For the apple. A-and the song ideas, too. Those were absolutely amazing," I smile shyly, and mentally slap myself for it. What the hell is going on with me?

"No problem. That's what friends are for, right?" he gives me a toothy grin and a small playful punch in the arm.

"Sorry, I gotta bolt, see ya!" he waves and disappears.

"Yeah," I mutter under my breath as I continue down the corridor.

That's what friends are for.


How was it? Sorry if it was too short. Thanks so much for the reviews! See you next chappie! -xo