Hey guys, so for any of you that didn't know I love The Vampire Diaries sooo, I just started a Klaroline fanfic! If you like Vampire Diaries too then it wouldn't hurt to read it right?

This chapter was inspired by "Don't Stop" by Foster the People because it's such an upbeat party song and it fit's the dance vibe perfectly.

I don't own the hunger games, BAM!

Cato POV

What the hell? What happened, she just walked off? I need to talk to her, I have to talk to her and she leaves me stood here like an idiot on my own, what am I going to do now.

No time to wonder I guess as the school slut Delly Cartwright then walks up to me wearing something that looks like a very tight top she pulled down just a little to turn it into a very revealing dress and 4 inch heels.

"Hey Cato," she purrs batting her very long and very fake lashes. If she's trying to seduce me it's definitely not working.

God, what happened to that girl, her and Peeta used to be best friends when we were younger and she was the most innocent little girl you could ever meet. Talk about good girl gone bad.

"Erm, hey, Delly." I say in a very awkward manner.

She takes no notice and just laughs "I got you a drink!" she says again in a very low husky voice which she thinks sounds seductive but really it just makes her sound like a transvestite that's smoked one too many cigarettes.

"Sure, thanks, I guess." I say as I take the cup from her. It smells very strongly, however, of vodka. Well, it is Delly Cartwright.

"Delly, did you put alcohol in this?" I ask and she shrieks with laughter.

"Well of course there is Cato, how else was I going to survive this nightmare of a social gathering." She says. Only now do I hear the slight slur to her words which I probably didn't hear through her transvestite voice, god she sounds awful.

"Wow, well thanks Delly but I don't really drink around teachers." I say handing her back the cup.

She's pouting now, or trying to pout but really more looking like a duck with bright pink lips, "Oh come on Cato, well, fine, if you won't drink then will you at least dance with me?" she asks.

Well, what harm will come from one dance, I scan the crowd one more time to see if Clove has returned but no such luck. "Fine, come on then." I chuckle.

She squeals and totters over the dance floor me in tow. This is going to be one hell of a night.

Clove POV

"Well, Marvel just kissed me." Eliza says.

Wow, I mean, he isn't usually the PDA type and neither is she but, I don't really see what's so bad about that.

"Well that's a good thing right?" I ask because really, what's so important about it that she needed to drag me away from the dance, away from him, away from what I need to tell him? For what, to sit on a damp patch of grass whilst she moans over one little kiss? I mean we've all had our fair share of kisses I mean, hello!

"I didn't like it." she says.

Now that, that could be a problem so, with me being me, her self appointed best friend I ask the one question everyone asks about everything, those three little letters that can lead someone to go on a rant for the next hour, "Why?"

She then laughs hysterically and looks at me "I don't know, that's the problem, I just don't know I mean I know I like him but it just felt, weird."

Great, she doesn't know. Well, at least I avoided a very long winded rant, but now I'm stuck in a conversation that neither of us know why it happened.

"Well Eliza, how about we go back into the dance and have fun, it's the best distraction, we can dance and whenever we see Marvel we'll just find somewhere else to go, huh?" I ask her. She nods and we head back into the dance.

This was a very bad idea, I think to myself as Eliza yet again drags me to another location. When I said we can go back to the dance I thought we might actually erm, dance? But no, this is just me and her crouching on the floor running away at the mere glimpse of Marvel. Joy right.

"Come on Eliza we should go have one dance, come on just one?" I ask her gesturing toward the packed dance floor.

"No I don't really feel like it." She protests.

"Please, you love this song!" I tell her, and it's true she does.

"I hate this song." She denies, a smile tracing her lips.

"You love this song." I tell her again and she cracks a smile.

"You're right I love this song!" she chuckles.

"So lets go dance!" I exclaim taking her hand and pulling her toward the swarm of bodies.

"No," she starts to protest but I just pull her along, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" I laugh and she gives up. We start dancing.

Cato POV

When I agreed to dance with Delly I thought it'd be one little dance to one single song but no, it's been three and she isn't showing any signs of fatigue. She isn't just dancing either, she's doing that annoying hair flicking thing girls do, you know the one where you get a hurl of hair slapped across your face every five seconds.

Between all of this hair twitching she's also managing to take little sips of her "punch" without anyone noticing.

"Hey, Delly aren't you tired yet?" I ask hoping she'll say yes so I can get the hell out of here.

"Not at all!" she shouts now grinding herself up and down my body. This is very uncomfortable.

She then slurs, "You're so hot, why don't you have a girlfriend?" and I can't help but laugh because I kind of have a thing with Clove right now.

"Er, Delly, did you not see me kiss Clove in the middle of the courtyard yesterday?" I ask.

She just sighs and carries on slurping, tottering and dancing, "Well yeah but everyone knows you don't have any feelings for her, I mean it was just a meaningless kiss, you're just confused right?" I don't know what she's talking about as I'm still scanning the crowd for Clove.

"Erm, yeah probably." I say even though i didn't really hear what she said. I finally stop Clove across the room dancing with Eliza, that's my girl. Her eyes find mine for the second time tonight but all she does is hold my gaze.

Delly then pounces on on me pressing her face against mine, "Well then that's great, if there's not anything going on between you two and that kiss really was meaningless then I will make this very, very passionate." She purrs again in her transvestite voice.

Wait, what is she on about? I just have time to make out Clove's shocked and disgusted face across the room before bright pink lipgloss smothers my face.

I know that I'm spreading this dance across three whole chapters but this is a big one ! Reviews are always helpful, thankyou xx

Muchas gracias senor/itas!:

Chapter 8

Victoria-Hunter-Of-Artemis - haha I wouldn't call it perfect but thank you, I really liked writing about Delly haha

ClovelyLittleReader - Haha I know right, stupid Delly CartWRONG!

BamSQUARED - I was literally laughing at your little rant/review for ages