"Come on, Chandler!" Clove whined.
"No." I snapped for the fiftieth time, and it seemed to go through one of Clove's ears and out the other.
She rolled her eyes, "You look great, and you need to have some fun after spending five days in a row at the Academy!"
I groaned, knowing she was right, "Do we have to hit the club though?"
"YES!"
"Fine." I hissed.
"YAY!" She squealed. "Let's go!" We snuck out of my house, even though I was home alone (technically) and stole across to downtown District 2. Trust me, this was Clove's idea of a good time, not mine.
"Holy shit!" I stopped dead, jerking Clove backward behind a bush.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"It's Cato!" I pointed to him as he strode into the club. "I won't be caught dead in the same club as that man whore!"
"Oh grow a pair of boobs, Chandler. Show him what you've got, and what he's missing because we are not leaving just because he's here!"
Once again, she was right and I forced myself into the club after her. As soon as I stepped in, Cato turned to look at me, but I just acted like I didn't notice. How? I have no idea, because the dude is so freaking sexy on so many levels. The music's bass thudded as I ordered a drink, making sure it wasn't too strong so I wouldn't be hung over.
I tipped back my drink and let it flow.
"Getting drunk already?"
I started choking and spat out my drink. "What the fuck dude?" I choked, glaring at Cato. Damn.
He smirked. "Sorry about that, Chandler." My heart skipped. He knew my name! Wait, why did I give a shit?
"Why are you talking to me?" I asked.
"Is it wrong for me to talk to you, or is it something else?" He tired to meet my eyes.
I studied him for a second before answering. "Something else." I mumbled. That something else was I was scared that my dumbass-setting would switch on given the hottest guy in the Academy was talking to me.
"And that would be…?"
"You only care about yourself." I snapped, even though it was kind of a lie. "The only reason why you're talking to me is because you want to get me on my back." I looked away from him and ran my hand across the face to get my drink off.
"Quit acting like you know me, Chandler." He said. "I'm not how people think I am."
"Prove me wrong."
I glanced and saw Clove making out with some dude from the Academy. Cato sighed, "Ok, come with me."
"Hell no, you perverted rapist!" I yelled.
Cato rolled his eyes. "Stop being like that."
"Stop being like what? I've know you for seven minutes and you want me to go somewhere with you? I don't think so!" I took the rest of my drink and flung it onto his shirt.
He gawked. "What the fuck?"
"Told you no." I snapped.
"Chandler, seriously. It's not like I was going to force you or anything."
I gave him a look, "Tell me what you wanted to do then."
"I was going to take you out where we could talk privately, but I guess not now that you just ruined my shirt."
"You're such a girl, Cato. I don't see how any of the girls at the Academy ever could want you on your back because I bet you're horrible in bed!"
He gawked, "You know, I never liked any of the girls at the Academy, except for one!" He yelled, glaring into my eyes, "And that one, Chandler, was you!"
I stood there, speechless as he stormed off. He liked me? Out of all the little whores in the Academy he liked me? I watched him, still with a drink in his hand, leave the club. The fuck is wrong with me?