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I am waiting for the elevator to stop at my class floor when the electricity goes out. Damn. Now I am here all alone. If I had left with the rest of the class, I wouldn't be in this predicament. But, no. Mr. Plutarch had to keep me after class to discuss changing me into an advanced math class. Everyone else is probably having their down time, preparing to go the the cafeteria for dinner.

I haven't even gotten the chance to talk to Clove about her scar yet, and her old friends that magically appeared in 13.

I take this time to look closer at the elevator. I notice a phone, like a pay phone without the money, just below the many buttons. Just above it reads in red, "FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY". Well, this is an emergency. I pick it up and hold it to my ear, when I see writing below it saying, "BATTERY POWERED". Oh, thank god.

I press the rectangular button labeled "Mr. Plutarch", and the phone begins ringing. I guess all the phones here are battery powered, because he answers.

"Hello?" He says.

"Mr. Plutarch? It's Cato McPherson. I'm stuck in the elevator." I say.

Clove's POV

I am holding another plate of cookies, listening to Carmen's insults and rants about how Colette and Casper are now "lesbian lovers" So? Me and the whole school have known that since the end of sophomore year and how they are totally out of the click. I am debating whether or not to slam the door and let it crush her manicured fingers that are clutching the door frame when something she says catches my attention.

"What?"

"I said," She says rolling her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Do you want to join the group again?" She taps her fingers as she waits for my answer.

I look at her, my head cocked to the left, my mouth open. I'm deciding what to say when I get the urge to mess up her pretty little face when a light bulb goes comes on. Not just in my head.

I set down the plate of cookies on Effie's night stand. I grab the back of her hair, quickly pulling her head down to collide with my knee. She staggers away, standing up to face me. "Oops?" I ask innocently. She smiles before lunging at me, grabbing my hair.

I knee her in the stomach, causing a whimper to escape her lips. Her hand wonders by my face and I immediately bite it. She screams, her voice echoing and bringing everyone into the hallway with us. She tackles me to the ground, in the process somehow managing to literally rip my pants off me, exposing my black lace under wear. Great. Everybody is now watching me fight in my undies.

I gasp, rolling over on top of Carmen. I faintly hear people chanting fight, fight, fight. I grasp Carmen's neck, before she kicks up off the ground with her feet, stepping on her pant leg and tearing off her pants. Gee, these clothes should be better made.

She flips me onto my stomach, then sits on my back. Casey shouts, "Off with her shirt!"

I turn just enough to see Carmen grin. Oh, shit. She rips it off, like it is nothing, exposing my bra that matches my panties. She gets off me. Bad decision.

I get up, lunging at her and punching her perfect little face. Blood gushes out her nose. She lifts her hand to her face, bringing it back to look at her fingers. "You bitch!" She screams.

I smirk and trip her as she runs at me. I quickly get on her, Laughing as she whimpers when my knee digs into her shoulder blade. "What are you going to do now?" I ask.

"Well," She says struggling. "I'm going to..."

Someone pulls me off her from behind, sending me into a fit of kicking and screaming. "Put me down!" I say. "The bitch deserves it!"

The person sets me down, turning me by my shoulders. I see that it is Cato, and realize that I am in my under wear. I look at him trying to say what my words can't. Get me out of here.

He nods, pulling me into him and directing me to my room. Once the door is closed, he looks at me sternly. "What?" I ask defensively.

"Okay. I stay after school late. I get in the elevator and the electricity goes out. Once it finally goes back on, I walk out to see you in you bra and under wear beating up Carmen. Who was not wearing pants either. What do you mean 'what'?" He asks.

"She asked me if I wanted to join the 'group' again." I say pointing at the door.

He sighs. He turns away, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why is he so annoyed?

"Clove... The last day on the road... I saw your scar. You said 'Later'. We never talked about it." He says looking back at me. What does that have to do with this?

This moment Johanna and Effie come back in, stopping when they see me. I grab Cato's hand and pull him into the bathroom. I faintly hear Johanna say, "And then they made sweet love. The end."

I roll my eyes, then go back to serious mode. "Okay. Back in junior year, I had a particularly bad day. I went home, grabbed the sharpest knife I could find, and then ba da bing, ba da boom, I'm lying in the bath tub unconscious."

"Oh, Clove," Cato whispers, grabbing my right wrist. "What did you do?"

I look down at the burns. Maybe the grey haired lady shouldn't have given the lighter back. I pull my arm away, turning to open the door so he can leave. I don't want to talk about this. My plan is foiled when Cato grabs my waste and brings me into a warm hug. He sets his chin on top of my head as I bury my face in his chest.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. After school. What did they say?" He says.

"At lunch, Carmen called me fat." A tear falls.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there. Mr. Plutarch wanted to discuss math with me." He spits out the word math.

He lowers himself to the floor, pulling me onto his lap. "You're not fat." He says into my hair.

"I'm so stupid, though. I fell for the prank we did most. Give someone cookies, then ask how they were and say something along the lines of, 'Oh, good. I am buying some for my mom and I wanted your judgment. A fat girl should know what a good cookie is'. I invented that prank." I say.

"You're not stupid. Not good at math, true. But you are definitely not stupid. Yes, you're clumsy, occasionally violent, and you make mistakes. But, you are beautiful, caring, clever, unique, and I love you just the way you are." He says.

He has said that he loves me three times now. Me? zero. I turn to face him, carefully choosing my next words. And... deciding to make myself entirely vulnerable, and trusting him not to break me. "I love you, too."

Awww... Ending a lot of chapters with cliff hangers lately. Love em, though. Hope you like this Chapta! Any more brilliant suggestions, Lovelys?