Clove looked around the diner. No sign of Cato. She thought to herself. She smiled as Darius told another joke. Then the door opened. Clove's head quickly turned to look at it.

Slowly, Marvel walked in.

Then Thresh.

Peeta.

Then the man of the hour.

The man she didn't want to see, came walking threw that door.

Cato.

Darius saw the fear in Clove's eyes when she looked at the door. "We can leave if you want."

Clove shook her head as Chloe sat the boys down. "I'll be fine." She said. She plastered a fake smile on her face and looked back at Darius. "Everything's fine."

Cato looked over at Clove with pleading eyes.

"Dude, stop." Peeta warned.

Cato looked back at him. "What?"

"Don't look at her. Just like, stop." Peeta explained.

Cato looked at Peeta, dumbfounded.

"Clove needs her space. Just give her time. Let her have fun on this date."

Chloe came over to the boys and gave them all chocolate milkshakes. "Don't fuck it up, Cato." She said as her flaming red hair fell from her face. Thresh shot a smile at her and she blushed a little.

Cato groaned and saw this exchange. "I won't fuck it up if you and Thresh finally admit that you and Thresh are dating, Chloe."

Chloe quickly shook her head. "We're not dating."

"Then Clove's date will be fucked with."

"Or, judging by the way Darius looks, she'll be-" Marvel said but was cut off by a slap from Cato.

"Don't you dare!" He nearly yelled.

Clove heard this and shook her head. "Do you mind?" She said.

Darius sighed. "Nah, go ahead."

Clove smiled and went over to the boys. "Leave. Right now." She said sternly.

"Clover, we're just having milkshakes." Marvel said.

"Fuck that shit! You're spying on me because of this one," She poked Cato hard on the shoulder. "Won't let me date after Gloss."

"Gloss used you." Chloe said.

"It's been a year." Clove replied.

"Clove, he dated you just for-"

"Shut up!" Clove yelled. "I know why he dated me, and I feel like shit that I let him use me like that."

Darius walked over to the group. "I just paid the bill, Clove. Are you ready to go?"

Clove bit her lip and looked at Cato. "I uhm."

"Goodbye Cloves." Cato muttered and turned his head.

"Yeah. Let's go." Clove said.

Once Clove and Darius left the diner, Chloe hit Cato's head. "You ass!" She snapped.

"Don't you have tables to wait?" Cato snapped back.

"Fuck you." She muttered as she went to another table.

"What the hell was that?" Marvel said.

"Don't be mean to Chloe just because you can't get Clove." Thresh said.

Cato got up and went out of the diner. When he closed the door, he turned to see a young woman in sliver, crying.

"Cloves." He whispered.

"Fuck you." She turned to face him. "I hope you know that I hate you."

"Cloves." He said again, only louder.

"You've ruined any guy that's ever come into my life."

Cato raised an eyebrow.

"Gloss was perfect."

"He used you!"

"Not at first. But when I started to spend more time with you, he became-" She sighed.

"Jealous. He was jealous enough to force you to have sex with him. Clove, he made a fucking sex tape of you!"

Clove closed her eyes. "I know." She whispered and started to cry again.

"Why didn't Darius take you home?"

"Because he's a pig." She spat.

Cato walked closer to her and she buried her face into his chest. "What happened?"

"He saw the tape and he asked me if me and him could recreate it." She breathlessly said between sobs.

Cato clenched his jaw. "That bastard." He said as he wrapped his arms around her. He let her cry. "Cloves, you're gonna be alright." He murmured as he kissed the top of her head.

She shook her head. "Boys are assholes."

"Not all."

"Oh really?" Clove lifted her tear stained face from Cato's chest. "Name one boy who isn't an asshole."

"Me."

Clove shook her head. "You're the master of assholes."

Cato chuckled. "Alright, I give you that. But I would never used you."

"Right, cause you'd totally date me." She chuckled.

Cato smiled. If only she knew. He thought.

"Cato?" She whispered.

"Yes, Cloves?"

"Would you?"

"Is Clover Medly asking me out!" He said loudly and chuckled.

Clove smiled and bit her lip.

"Cloves." He said sternly.

"Perhaps I am." She smiled.

"Where're the cameras or Ashton Kutcher?"

Clove giggled. "You're not being Punk'd."

"Oh." Cato smiled a little.

"You and me. One date, just to see."

Cato smirked. "One thing we should do before the date."

"And that is?" Clove raised an eyebrow.

"Kiss me." Cato said.