After Glimmer waved goodbye, and I started go left out of the Driveway to go back to my house, but at the last second, I decided that I wasn't going back to my house. I made a right out of her driveway and headed for Cato's.

December 12 (Evening)

I never thought I would find myself here like this. I've been here so many times I know it like it's my own house, but not for this reason. I found myself doing the last thing I thought I would be doing with Cato Hadley. Pouring my feelings out to him. He just sat and listened, looking at me with these kind and concerned eyes I had never seen from him. I shouldn't have come here. Cato has been with almost every girl at our school. 8th period didn't change that. It just changed the way I see him. I had that little voice I the back of my head, telling me not to go further and to stop where I was and just leave or make a joke about something. But I couldn't bring myself to leave the couch where I was sitting next to him, breathing in his cologne, next to the warm fireplace. Something about the moment I was in right this moment intrigued me. It intrigued me to talk more, and to try and learn more about Cato, Cali's bad boy.

The dim lights didn't seem to affect the light in Cato's eyes. Those eyes that I saw much too often laughing with, and cracking jokes with, and watching movies with. The eyes that had been hidden behind sunglasses all summer except for the times he was with me. The blue eyes that connected with my green ones deeply in this moment.

As I continued to talk about the breakup I had earlier, and why I had done it, and about all the things that happened in my relationship I saw the urge to speak in his eyes, so I finished my sentence and stopped talking.

"Your turn." I said to him, still not breaking eye contact.

"There's nothing to tell." Cato returned words back to me for the first time since I started rambling about me and my relationship.

"Oh right, because Cato Hadley never had anything intriguing about him in his entire life. I beg to differ." I scoffed, challenging him. I know Cato, and I know he would never back down from a challenge.

"You win this Time Calloway." Cato noticed the smile creep onto my face and noticed that I was becoming more absorbed every breath he took and every letter he combined. "Well I never used to be liked as you know, and mostly because Katniss blackmailed me into dating her. And keep in mind everyone hates her, so that's why no one liked me. Until I became friends with you guys. You accepted me for who I am, and since no one knows about what life used to be like for me, I thought that here, in LA would be a good place for a fresh start. I moved here last year for Freshman year, and that's when Katniss found out about what happened before I moved, and she used it as blackmail, so she could get a boyfriend, but I cut it off with her because I knew that if I wanted to move on from my past and live in the present, I couldn't have her reminding me about what they had done. What I had done. And everything it took for me to get here." I knew Cato was hiding something and now I know he was but I still don't know what.

"What was she blackmailing you about?" I asked, hoping the answer.

"That is for another time. What movie do you want to watch?" Cato asked me, sounding more like his real self again. The one that hadn't surprised me earlier in the day.

"I don't care you pick." I answered, a little disappointed by his answer.

"How about 'We are the Millers?'"

"Sure. Do you have candy?"

"Why?"

"I can't watch a movie without candy!"

"You are such a pain in the ass!" Cato yelled from the Kitchen. He came back moments later with his stash of candy I knew he had. He had Twizzlers, skittles, airheads, starbursts, sour patch kids, and Twix bars.

"Oh my god I love you Cato!" I said jokingly.

"Clove, you love anyone who has candy. You would love the janitor if he had candy."

"You're right! Put the movie on!" I complained like a little kid.

"Shut the hell up, I'm going!" We both laughed.

When Cato sat down next to me, he sat a little too close to me, and we both knew it, but neither of us bothered to move. I rested my head on his shoulder, which we both know I shouldn't have, but Cato didn't give me a second look. We both sat there laughing, knowing we shouldn't be this close, but we were, and nothing could change that. After the movie ended neither one of us wanted to get up and get the DVD from the TV, but I decided that one of us had to do it, so I got up, took the disc out of the DVD player, and put it back in the case, and back onto the shelf.

"I better get home. Even though my parents probably aren't home, I still need to eat actual food, and Finnick was going to come and help me make Dinner" I got my Louis Vuitton tote bag, my navy pea coat, and me car keys, and started out the door but something seemed to stop me and forced me to say something I never thought I would "Thank you Cato." Cato smirked.

"Anytime Calloway."

I then left and got in my car and turned it on. Tonight was something that I never thought would ever happen. I said things I never thought I would say, I did things I never thought I would do, and I put my trust in someone I never thought I would.

I drove back to my house and walked in to find Finnick rummaging through my pantries and cabinets.

"I've been looking for you!" Finnick came over and hugged me.

"And you thought that the Cabinets and Pantries were a good hiding spot?" I asked sarcastically.

"Haha you're so funny," Finnick started with mock laughter, "No I got hungry, but what to you want to make for dinner?"

"Well considering we have no food in this house, I'm in the mood for Steak. Wanna get Hibachi food?" I questioned. Finnick was about to answer but was interrupted when someone tried to open my front door that I locked when I got in. I grabbed the biggest knife we had, and me and Finnick crouched behind the counter, with our heads around the side, looking at the front door. I heard the door click.

"Crap they picked the lock." Finnick whispered to me.

"No shit Sherlock!" I whispered back as I pushed my back and Finnick's back against the counter so we were no longer looking at the door. I gripped the knife in my hand tighter until my knuckles turned white. The door opened and I heard a familiar footsteps. I heard the clicking of dress shoes and heels. The only heels that made the specific clicking that Finnick and I were hearing were the Louboutin pumps that my mother ordered that are one-of-a-kind. I jumped up, turned to the door, dropped the knife on the counter and ran over to hug my parents.

"Nick! Nicole!," I squealed "What are you doing home so early?" Finnick got up at the sound of my parents' names and joined in on the family hug.

"Honey please call us mom and dad. I know we don't see you much, but we are trying to change that at least once a week." M=my mom's calm and sweet voice filled the air.

"We bought food for the house and we brought home dinner. I hope you two like Hibachi food!" My dad's voice was like music to my ears talking about the food.

"That's really funny because Clove was just talking about getting Hibachi food before you guys came in. we kind of thought you were serial killers at first since you're never home this early." Finnick told my parents who just laughed.

"I guess that explains the hiding and the Knife." My dad laughed.

"Well, I'm glad your home! Let's eat! I'm starving!" I grabbed the food off the table near the front door and brought it into the Kitchen.

We ate until my parents both got a work call, I knew It would take a while, so Finnick and I cleared off the table, and started putting the tons of food my parents had bought in the cabinets and pantries. I was especially happy when I saw the paper bag filled with just Candy. Finnick laughed "really? You make your parents buy you a whole bag of candy?"

"I don't MAKE them. They just know me really well" Finnick just laughed.

"You are too much Clove."

"Right back at you Odair"

By the time my parents both got off the phone they had to go to bed to get up early tomorrow. Me and Finnick just sat in my basement and watched TV. It was pretty dark out, and Finnick just called his mom to tell her that he was going to stay over my house for the night.

"so, what were you doing while I was here alone. It doesn't take from when the bell rings at 3:00 until 6:00 to go to Starbucks and drop Glimmer off so be honest with me. What were you doing?" Finnick demanded an answer. I couldn't lie to him. Or anyone for that matter but not Finnick. He is basically my brother.

"I was at Cato's house." I almost whispered but that didn't stop Finnick from hearing me.

"You what?! I never would have imagined you there for 3 hours in a million years. 1 hour maybe, but 3?! What were you doing?!"

"I know you know exactly what went down 8th period," Finnick nodded, of course he knew, Glimmer probably told everyone in her contacts, "So before I knew it, I was driving to his house and telling him everything about my breakup, and he told me a little about him, and then we watched a movie. That was it." I sat there silently for the next few minutes, letting Finnick process the words that I had just spoken. Neither one of us were mad at each other, but I could tell Finnick was confused about why I went to Cato since I never go to Cato for anything like that. Finnick leaned over and we hugged each other, we just sat there for a good half hour just hugging. We're best friends so there was nothing weird about the hug. We decided to go to bed since it was 11:30, so Finnick slept on the purple oversized circle couch in my room. It had cushions all around it and in the middle so it was a pretty good spot Finnick picked to sleep.

The silence helped me think about the day, and about how holiday vacation was coming up, and how I would probably be seeing Cato every day since all of us would hang out every day. And in that silence I replayed the events of today at Cato's house. Him sitting close to me and me resting my head on his shoulder, him listening to me ramble about my previous relationship and it was beginning to fit together like a puzzle but at the same time nothing made sense. The part that fit together was that Cato and I were just friends and nothing would change that, but the part that didn't make sense was that I was beginning to see him differently. I was beginning to see his crystal blue eyes, and his muscular body, and I had never noticed that before. And it only came to one conclusion.

I was beginning to fall for Cali's bad boy himself.

Cato Hadley.