Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the universe in which Cato lives... It's obviously a nice universe based upon that fact alone. A/N: YAY FOR FAST UPDATING. Though I doubt it's fast enough for you guys haha. Did I just about kill you with that cliffhanger? Ahh Clarvel, how I am okay with it, just not in this fanfic. So this chapter probably isn't as long as you'd hoped, but I wanted to cut it off where I cut it off. You guys'll see why :) I probably could've uploaded this around an hour ago, but I was 1. Looking on Alexander Ludwig's site for updates (he's gonna be in two more movies - SCORE!) and 2. Fangirling about Kazou Kiriyama and the actor that plays him, demanding to watch Tokyo 10+01 with my friends just because he's in it and playing a psychopath, YET AGAIN. My life... I'm also not done with exams yet (WHYYYYY?) but I am mostly done (And by mostly I mean I have two Latin exams (Yes, I'm learning Latin, get over it XD), another Maths exam, two French exams and a Physics exam) and I have surprised myself by updating so much during this exam period! Granted, my revision left something to be desired with some subjects I've already had exams in, but MEH. You guys are waaaay more important than exams that could potentially make/break the rest of my life. So yeah, A/N over. Like usual, my replies will be at the bottom! Hope you enjoy reading, so please review, PM me, favourite and follow - all the good stuff! -R

Cato was not a happy bunny. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He was a fucking furious bunny.

Why? Because he'd just heard one of his closest... allies... confess that he like his girl. Marvel stared back at the angry Cato with a steely look – one that he'd never see grace the mathlete's handsome face. Before this, Cato had been worried about Marvel's growing popularity among the female population; but now, this changed everything.

He could have any of those bitches lining up for him. SO WHY CHOOSE MY (FUTURE) GIRL?

Cato was definitely not pleased. Gale's hand was on his shoulder, trying to be the calming peace-keeper he was, but Cato was beyond saving.

"WHAT?!" he snarled again, even though he'd heard it perfectly the first time. Marvel gulped, a small sign of fear, and Cato smirked. This is what he did best, scare people half to death. Hell, by the end of this nice chat, he'd make Marvel swear he was only joking.

"I like Clove." There it was again, that one fucking sentence he didn't want to hear coming out of Marvel's mouth. Gale didn't seem too surprised – he mentally stored that in his mind to ask him about later; and, being truthful, neither was Cato, but he had denied it and denied it until it brain fully believed it could not be so. But it was.

Cato couldn't help his fist slamming into Marvel's jaw. Nor could he help punching him in the stomach when he bent over slightly, cradling his soon-to-be bruised face. Nor could he help kicking him in his side when Marvel gasped and plummeted to the floor like a stone. Nor could he help nearly breaking someone's nose for pulling him off of Marvel.

It was just one of those days when he couldn't help it.

And it was all Marvel's fault.

Glimmer was still stood outside, getting rather annoyed now. It was cold and she was wearing a flimsy fur jacket that wasn't as warm as she'd thought it to be. She kicked at the ground, scuffing the toe of her polished boots. Cursing, she bent down before looking to the side when she heard voices.

"Cato-!" Her joyous cry was cut off when she saw the anger in his eyes and she stepped back, letting him shove past her. She at least knew when to fight her battles and when to flee.

Marvel didn't though.

He staggered, held up by some of the other team. He had been beaten up badly; Cato had walked away with nothing to show for his most recent fight. Glimmer watched him stumble past, her mouth agape. She shut it quickly when she saw Gale following them, blushing at the thought of him seeing her like that. Catching his arm as he walked by, she dragged him aside.

"What?" He sounded annoyed. Instantly, she regretted her choice.

"Ermm... I just... wanted..." she spluttered before taking in a deep breath, trying to make herself return to normal – annoyingly confident and sexy. "To know what happpened." she finished smoothly.

Gale rolled his eyes. "No of your bee's wax." (I'm sorry, just HAD to make him say that XDDDD)

"Excuse me?"

"None of your business." he translated, before pushing her aside like Cato had done.

So Glimmer stood there once again, her mouth agape.

It seemed like boys really didn't know what sexy was even if it dragged them aside. She thought with disdain.

Clove was still chatting happily with her parents when her phone rang. Instantly, her father's glare set it in on fire. Well, they would have if he had laser-eyes, but unfortunately he did not so the phone continued to blare out her ring tone – surprise, surprise, another K-Pop song.

"When will you get over this phase?!" he complained as she danced to it, swaying on the seat. Grinning, she stood up and leaned over, kissing his forehead.

"Never," Her eyes glinted evilly, "You are going to have to buy me albums from Hong Kong and Seoul for the rest of your life."

"Hurry and pick it up, Clove. Don't leave them waiting for too long." Her mother was far more understanding in the necessity of mobile phones than her father, who vowed he would never give into liking such evils. But he was a hypocrite so his opinion didn't really matter; he walked around with an iPhone in his jacket pocket.

Clove rolled her eyes and pressed the 'Accept' button, walking into another room to take the call. She was slightly annoyed – her mother, after all, had prepared the first decent meal she'd had in weeks and how did she thank her? By taking a call in the middle of it?

"Clove?" The voice seemed unsure.

"What is it, Peeta?" she sighed, leaning back against the closed door. It creaked slightly in protest but Clove didn't take any notice.

"Erm.. Could you possibly come down to the bakery, like, right now?" he squeaked.

Clove frowned. "What did you do, burn the place down?"

"Not exactly, though I'm pretty sure some damage will be done if you don't come-" A high-pitched tone cut him off, signalling that he'd hung up on her.

What had just happened?

That was the reason why Clove was stood outside of 'Mellark & Sons Bakery', freezing her butt off, hoping that whatever Peeta wanted was worth it. If it wasn't, she could always bite his head off, and he did have an awful lot of sharp knives in the kitchen... That thought alone made Clove push open the door eagerly.

The scent hit her first, like always. Fresh bakery, icing sugar and lemons – just like what Peeta smelled of. She was pretty sure it was the cakes that produced the icing sugar smell, but the lemons were a mystery. Maybe he'd baked a lemon meringue or something. There were a few customer about, gazing lovingly at the hand-baked delicacies that lined the shelves. They were mostly regulars – all of the Mellark baked goods were highly-addictive and not something you could live without once you tried it. This was one of the reasons for her constant marriage proposals to Peeta, who was going to give her her share if he went and married Katniss? It wasn't fair, she couldn't get off their cakes after having nearly four years filled with them!

The shop was relatively small, with only one boy behind the counter. Most of the business was run by their mother, who, unlike the rest of her family (all boys), had a head for business and was the one to suggest opening a café in the spare room next to the shop itself. She employed a single, pretty girl, who also happened to be the counter-boy's girlfriend. The counter-boy had the same mop of ashy blonde hair as Peeta, and the classic Mellark puppy-dog blue eyes – the only differences between him and Peeta were his height (Peeta was smaller), the fact that he wore dorky large black-rimmed glasses and his name, it being Rye.

Rye wasn't the only other Mellark sibling, the eldest was at university (Rye decided not to bother with it, claiming 'It's a waste of time filled with alcohol and headaches in lectures') and he looked completely different. A serious stare matched midnight blue eyes and light brown hair. People said he looked more like his mother, just with the typical Mellark jawbone. His name was Durum (which Clove thought was quite an unfortunate name, but who was she to judge?) and was the only single male in his household.

Mrs. Mellark wasn't a particularly nice woman, but she could be, at times. And those times were very few and far between. She wasn't a bad mother, far from it, but she neglected them emotionally, too focused on work to notice. Clove had pitied Peeta when she first met her, but it hadn't done him any harm in the long run, so she chose to just ignore his mother whenever she could. She knew Katniss had confronted her on numerous occasions and none of them went done well. In fact, Clove was pretty sure Peeta's mother hated Katniss with a vengeance.

Clove approached the counter, a skip in her step. Rye had always been nice and she was glad to not have to speak to Mrs. Mellark.

"Hey," she greeted and he acknowledged her with a nod of his head. "Katie's not here?" He shook his head at the mention of his girlfriend. He wasn't one to talk much. "Where's Peeta?"

He merely jabbed his thumb towards the door behind him. Peeta must have heard her voice, because he suddenly appeared, looking dishevelled and covered head to toe in flour.

"I'm never going to get this out before school tomorrow," he whined as he approached Clove, holding his arms out for a hug.

Clove side-stepped. "And neither will I if you hug me."

A smirk lit up Peeta's face and he shook his head next to hers, covering her head in flour slightly.

Forcing fingers through her thick hair, she glared at him. "You look like you have really bad dandruff."

"Ha-ha." Sarcasm, how Clove loved it. But only when she was using it.

Her eyes narrowed, "So, what did you want, Baker Boy?"

Peeta shifted his eyes nervously to the side, not wanting to look at her. She was going to kill him. And then revive him. And then kill him over again. He'd practically sold out his best friend.

"Yeah... About that..."

"Hey," Peeta flinched as Clove's head turned when she heard his voice. Peeta had to make his escape quickly, so he dashed back behind the counter, earning a look of disgust from Rye, and then back to the kitchen.

Tomorrow, he would deal with Clove's wrath. But no sooner than that.

Peeta had escaped without injury. That was what got her. That and the fact he'd called her here knowing that Cato was here. Hell, he'd probably even called her here at his request.

She glared stonily at the casually-dressed boy, annoyed at his blatant good looks. He wore black leather jacket on top of a blue and white checked shirt, completing the look with some dark jeans and black converse. And he still managed to look like he'd just walked out of a photo shoot, despite his messed-up 'I-just-got-out-of-bed' hair.

"Walk with me?" It was more of a command than a question. And it wasn't like she had any choice in the matter, because less than a second later, he was dragging her out of 'Mellark & Sons Bakery' and down to his car, which he forced her into. He took the wheel and started driving, Clove in a state of shock. She remained silent until a flash of common sense shook her back to reality.

"Wait, why are you DRIVING?!"

Cato only smirked in response.

You know you love me. Just maybe not my wonderful timing of where the chapter ends. Just to clarify, Cato is only sixteen in this fanfic, because I wanted them both in the same year so Clove had grow up a bit as well. Should I mention I don't condone under-age driving because it's dangerous...? Haha. Tell me what YOU WANT to happen next chapter in your reviews, I'll have fun reading your wishes and feel like a Genie or something :P

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anon: Haha, I think Cato would be extremely violent when jealous... Should be fun to write XDDD Thanks for reviewing!

Clato123: Hell yeah, it'll add drama! Of the violent kind! XD I can't wait to write Clove's reaction, but it won't be next chapter :) Sorry for killing you twice now XD

Guest (1): Sorry, I'm not super woman! I WISH I could write more than a chapter a day. But unfortunately, time constrains me. Thanks for your review!

Guest -D: Thank you for the critisism - I really wanted to put the Glimmer paragraph in there, so I just shoved it there - I do that a lot XDDD I'll get better over time... Lots of time... A century, maybe? :P

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