Again, sorry for the late update. Turns out it's going to be more expensive and take to longer to fix than I thought. :( As I said before, my plan is on my laptop so I'm just kind of making this up for the moment because I can't remember what I wrote. Oops. :)

Lydia's POV:

"AHH!" Drew screamed, pulling the pillow out from under his head and pressing it down over his eyes to shield them from the light.

"Happy birthday!" Cato yelled, sitting down next to him on the bed. After a few minutes, He pulled the pillow away from his eyes and sat up.

"Did you have to open the blinds?" He snarled at Chris, who was stood laughing by the window.

"Yes." He smirked. I could that Drew was resisting the urge to throw the pillow at him.

"My birthday, my rules." He frowned. "Now shut the fucking blinds."

"Somebody's grumpy." Clove said. She was stood next to me in the doorway and we were holding a stack of birthday cards each.

"Only because I hadn't seen you, Clove." Drew grinned, turning to face us. Clove rolled her eyes and tossed her stack of cards at him. He caught them easily, but mine hit him in the face.

"Just open the cards before I punch you, Drew." Cato sighed.

"What? No presents?" He pouted.

"You can open the presents at your party later." Chris said, coming away from the blinds and sitting on the other side of Drew. I didn't really hate Chris anymore, but he wasn't really a friend. I didn't mind Drew, but I knew that he annoyed Clove. And Cato…Well, he's Cato. I would never tell him how much I do really care about him. He's like a brother to me. He treats me like I imagine Joey would have.

"Party?" Drew asked, the confusion clear on his face.

"Yeah. It's a surprise party, but you can call some friends and invite them if you want. We've invited all of your friends that we know of." Cato said. Drew nodded and started to open the first card.

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Clove's POV:

"What's she doing here?!" I hissed in Cato's ear, squeezing his hand tighter.

"Ouch, Clove!" He yelped.

"Sorry. But why's she here?" I asked, loosening my grip on his hand but not letting go. I nodded in the direction of her.

"I have no idea." He said when he looked in the direction I had nodded in. "DREW!" He yelled. Drew wondered away from the buffet table we had set up.

"Yes, little brother?" He asked when he reached us. He winked at me and I glared back at him.

"Why did you invite Becca Williamson?" Cato snapped.

"She's hot." He said simply.

"She's not." Cato responded.

"She's a bitch." I added for good measure.

"Is Clove jealous of Becca?" Drew asked me, smirking. "She's about as interesting as a brick wall, but she's good to look at."

"Say that again and I'll set Lydia on you." I hissed, grabbing him by the collar. He held his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, Clove. Okay. I'll tell her to leave." He muttered. Drew acts like an asshole and he's a bit of a man whore, but he cares really. I can trust him.

"Clove, dear? What are you doing?" Becca asked, a smile tugging at her lips as she walked over to us. I released Drew and glared at her.

"None of your business, Williamson." I snarled, taking Cato's hand again.

"Why so hostile?" She asked, cocking her head slightly.

"Leave, Becca." Cato scowled.

"Ah, Cato. Looking more handsome than ever." She smiled, stepping closer and running her hand down his arm.

"Go be a slut with someone else's boyfriend, Becca. You're not welcome here." I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Drew wants me here." She smirked.

"I really don't. Not anymore." Drew said, crossing his arms and standing up straighter. He was like a giant. I only came up to his chest.

"But the party's only just getting started. I can't leave until I've had my fun with Cato now, can I?" I lost it when she said that. I slapped her straight across the face. It felt amazing, but what she did next surprised me. She pulled her fist back and punched me, had, in the eye. It stung like a bitch and I knew that I'd have a black eye by the end of the day.

"I've been working out, Clove. Maybe I'll get into my own TTE. It'll be better than yours was." She smirked. I kicked in the stomach, sending her sprawling to the floor. I dived on top of her and punched her in the mouth. I heard a crack that could only have been her front teeth and blood trickled from her mouth. I punched her again in the nose and again in the cheek. I punched her for all the shit she had caused last Halloween and I punched her for thinking she could get between Cato and me. I punched her until Drew picked me up and threw me, screaming, over his shoulder.

"Put me down! Let me finish her!" I screeched, pounding my fists against his back.

"Calm down, Clove! Chris, get Becca out of here! Cato, get some ice or something!" Drew yelled. Chris scampered over to the half-conscious Becca. He pulled her up and dragged her out of the house. I watched Cato rummaging around in the freezer, his face pale. Drew waited until Chris had left before placing me on the couch.

"Alright everyone, party's over!" He declared. People started making their ways outside, back to their cars. I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at them all from the couch. Tears of anger threatened to spill from my eyes, but I furiously blinked them away. I don't cry. Ever. Cato slid onto the sofa and wrapped an arm around me. I rested my head on his shoulders and he held a bag of frozen peas to my eye.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"For what? Becca deserved it." Cato said, tracing invisible circles on my shoulder with his finger.

"For ruining Drew's birthday."

"Don't think of it as ruined. Think of it as unforgettable." I lifted my head from Cato's shoulder and saw that he was smirking.

"Unforgettable?"

"Yeah. He could to watch a beautiful girl beat the shit out of some whore." Cato grinned, still holding the frozen peas to my eye.

"Come here." I said, smiling. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine.

I didn't put it at the top, so I don't own The Hunger Games.