Clove's POV

We were both speechless for second until he decided to break the silence.

"What are you doing here?" Cato asked in a tone I've never been spoken to before. To be honest it was kind of frightening. I tear my eyes away from him, opting instead to look at my shoes which have all of a sudden become very interesting.

"Chris insisted I come here with her to ask your sister if she'd be willing to take us to the mall."

He stared at me blankly for a second. "How do you even know my sister?"

"I met her at the park a few weeks ago. " I answered in a sort of whisper, still not daring to look at him.

"Is that so? I always knew she'd bump into someone one day if we kept allowing her to wander off on her own. I should scold Cameron for that. I told him to keep an eye on her. No matter. At least she has great taste in people." I blushed a little at this comment. What are you doing Clove? You're supposed to be mad at him for toying with you! You shouldn't give in so easily!

"She does, doesn't she? Well, I should probably go. Tell Chris I'm not really feeling well and that I'll go with her some other time." I said, walking away from him. I take my coat from the rack by the door and got ready to take my leave.

"Wait! It's freezing out. I'll take you home."

My brain was sending me a million signals telling me to decline his offer in every possible way but as soon as I opened the door, all thoughts rushed out of my system, seeming to have gone with the wind. The cold air made me shiver. Unfortunately, Cato saw this little involuntary movement and closed the door abruptly. Before I even had time to protest, he had started pulling me towards what I assume to be the garage door.

Once he opened the said door, I was once again awestruck. I honestly have no idea why this keeps happening anymore. Chris already told me her whole family background and quite frankly, her whole life story. She did, however, forget to mention that her brother was also famous and can afford to buy all of these himself without the assistance of his parents. This has got to be the biggest (private/household) garage I've ever been to in my entire life. There were 7 cars lined up. All of them were obviously well taken care of as they were all sparkly clean. There was one van, most likely what they use when they go out on 'family outings' as Chris had put it. There was a silver convertible, two sports cars, one in red and one in blue, a light blue four-seater car, a silver seven-seater car and a truck. That one was probably for the band whenever they needed to transport instruments from one place to another.

"Like what you see?" he teased. It was almost as if we were back to our usual selves.

"Oh be quiet you. Why would you need these many cars anyway?"

"Our parents gave us these for our birthdays. Says we have to be ready for when the time comes and that it's better to have several options to choose from in case one of them malfunctions. But who knows what they're thinking, really." He pauses for a second, admiring their cars. I swear boys are so obsessed with these things. "Which one do you want to take?"

"Ummm. How about the usual?"

"Convertible it is." He said before heading to the rack and grabbing the keys. At least he knows what I'm talking about. He does, after all, drive me back home from school almost everyday. That was before he pulled his little stunt, of course.

The car ride was a bit awkward. How were you supposed to act around the person who practically cheated on you? I shouldn't even be in the same vehicle with him in the first place! I really don't know what I was thinking when I agreed for him to take me home. Oh right, I didn't have a choice because he dragged me into their garage, not to mention it's freezing outside. I'd be turned into a Clove-cicle in a heartbeat.

Trying to escape the deafening silence, Cato decides to turn the radio on. A Katy Perry suddenly starts blaring from the speakers. Cato sings along, completely out of tune and singing with a forced falsetto. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Please stop!" I manage to say in between my fits of laughter.

"Why, Miss Kentwell? You don't like my singing? I thought I was doing a pretty good job at being Katy Perry. "

"Well, Mister Morgan, I think you have overestimated your abilities. You will never be good enough to be the next Katy Perry."

"Ouch. You wound me, Clove. It has always been a dream of mine to become the next Katy Perry but alas, you have crushed it. You should be ashamed of yourself! Not only have you insulted a man for his talent but destroyed his dream as well!"

I couldn't help it. He was being so dramatic I had to laugh. "Stop whining and keep driving. Besides, aren't you already a famous singer?"

He seemed to be thinking a bit before a huge grin appeared on his face. Way to boost his already huge ego, Clove. "That's right. I am, aren't I? And you should be honored that I was kind enough to assist you home."

"Oh please, you're the one who dragged me to the garage, practically harassing me! If anything, as of this moment, you're my personal driver!" I was definitely pushing some buttons with this. Oh well. I'm just teasing him.

"Driver?! Is that what you think of me? You take that back, Clove!"

"No, I don't think I will." I teased him further.

"Take it back."

"No."

"Take it back."

"No."

"Back."

"No."

"Back."

"No."

"Back."

"No."

"No."

"Not going to work."

"Damn. Fine. I'll be your driver. But I expect a raise!"

"I never paid you in the first place!"

"Oh. Well then we should change that! I expect to at least be given a proper thank you."

"Fine. I'll do part of your homework. But that's it. I'm not doing the whole thing."

"Oh come on! You can do better than that, Clove! I am using up precious time and money here! Do you know how expensive gas is? Not to mention how busy I am! My time is golden!"

"Take it or leave it, Cato. I'm not going to bargain with you."

"Fine. Deal." He huffed. A second later, a grin was once again plastered on his face. Even if he won't admit it, he's still happy I'm going to be doing part of his homework. At least he knows he's going to have a decent grade no matter what. Not that I'm bragging or anything.

The rest of the ride consisted of us just chatting as usual, bickering a bit in between. I guess this wasn't such a bad idea after all. Maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for us.

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