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Clove kneeled in front of her full-sized mirror, carefully applying the smokey eye to her eyelid. She needed to look perfect for tonight. Now that she had decided to cancel the revenge, she was actually excited for this party. Still, she was at a loss for what to do about the whole Marvel sleeping with Glimmer situation. How exactly was she to explain to him that she'd been plotting his downfall for the last two weeks but changed her mind at the very last minute after the guy she slept with as revenge on him's – aka his best friend – sister convinced her otherwise?

After smearing on a coat of scarlet shaded lipstick, she inspected her reflection in the mirror. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a straight, high, perfect ponytail that tied together her entire outfit. She wore a strapless black crop top, a sleeveless denim jacket, and a high waisted patterned skirt with black stiletto ankle boots.

Downstairs, workers scrambled around hurriedly, applying the finishing touches to the party decorations. Black and white balloons were everywhere, and strobe lights were dispersed throughout the first floor of her house. Finger foods were all over the place, and a song by The Weeknd blared through the surround sound speakers. The only thing missing was the partygoers, who would be arriving soon enough.

Suddenly, Peeta came barging through her front doors in a designer tuxedo with red suspenders. "Oh," he exclaimed flamboyantly as he looked around her house, "this is wonderful. Well done, Clove. Well done."

"Thank you," she smirked.

"And are you positive you don't want to carry through with this revenge plan?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes," she said reluctantly, knowing nothing good would come from going through with it.

"What are you going to do about Marvel then?" he asked.

"Good question," she said with a slight laugh.

"You're screwed. You know that, right?"

"Yup," she said, popping the p. At this point, she was just planning on dumping him without any explanation. She was Clove Carlton, for heaven's sake, she was allowed to do that. But she already knew Marvel wasn't going to just accept her breaking up with him for no reason, which was where the problem came in. Even if she did just flat out end things with Marvel, how was she supposed to start publicly dating his best friend right after dumping him? And did she even want to start dating Cato? He was trouble with a capital T, and everyone knew it. God only knew the kind of shit she'd be getting herself into if she started going out with him.

"You could always just take the honest route. Tell Marvel and Glimmer everything and hope for the best?" he suggested, and she looked at him like he was crazy, resisting the growing urge to laugh. If only things were that easy. Telling them everything would also include the part where she lost her virginity to Cato in the back of a limo only minutes after she found out Marvel had cheated on her, which she fully intended to never ever tell anyone.

The doorbell rang, and she opened the door to see Glimmer standing there, clad in a short, almost see-through dress paired with gold pumps. Her hair fell in loose ringlets down her back, stopping gracefully around her ribcage. She really was beautiful; it was no wonder why Marvel chose her over Clove. Sighing slightly, Clove opened the door wider to let her inside.

"Thanks for coming," she genuinely smiled.

"Your welcome," she replied absentmindedly before walking inside and looking around nosily. If only she knew what Clove had been planning to do to her tonight…

Soon after, there was another knock at the door, and she opened it to find Cato, Marvel, and Finnick standing on her front porch looking pretty attractive, if she did say so herself. They were the three golden boys of Beverly Hills, and each of them had coveted spots on the renowned Panem Preparatory football team. Cato was the quarterback, Finnick was the running back, and Marvel was the wide receiver. Add in their charming personalities and hefty trust funds, and they were ultimately every girl's dream guys.

"Carlton," Finnick greeted, nodding at her coolly.

"Odair," she smirked back, imitating his head nod.

"Hey there Clover," Cato said before squeezing her into a bone-crushing hug.

"Hi, Cato," she said, her voice tight. She needed to avoid him as much as possible tonight. If she got too close to him, they might start getting cozy, and she couldn't risk getting caught by anybody. As far as everyone else was concerned, Clove and Marvel were still in a committed relationship.

Marvel strolled in last, planting a long, intimate kiss on her lips.

"Get a room," Finnick groaned, and Clove broke apart from Marvel.

"He wishes," she smirked, enjoying the horrified looks both Glimmer and Cato were trying desperately to hide. Cato because he couldn't fathom the idea of Clove with anyone else but himself, and Glimmer because…why was Glimmer so bothered by the idea of Clove and Marvel together like that?

Assuming that Glimmer must still have feelings for him, Clove tugged Marvel closer to her before kissing him again, only more passionately this time. She was rubbing salt in Glimmer's wound, and even she knew that it was wrong, but a part of her needed Glimmer to feel the same hurt and betrayal that she had.

After a couple seconds of Clove and Marvel just making out in front of the whole group, Peeta coughed awkwardly, and they broke away. "Sorry," she apologized to her friends, smoothing down her skirt and blushing slightly. Damn, she was good at this whole fake girlfriend thing.

She and Cato made awkward eye contact, and he raised his eyebrows halfway, causing her to immediately feel guilty. The kiss meant nothing, he knew that, but she still felt bad about it.

The doorbell chimed again, and Katniss, Johanna, Annie, and at least a dozen other kids from Panem Academy came piling in, all dressed to a tee. The party seemed to be a smashing success for a while, as everyone danced and drank and gossiped about pointless topics. A couple hours and multiple martinis later, however, all hell broke loose.

Clove and Marvel stumbled into a guest bedroom at half past ten while Cato glared from a distance. What the hell did Clove think she was doing? Maybe she was just drunk, but he could've sworn she'd only had one or two drinks over the last few hours. If Marvel tried anything with her, he swore he would tear him in half and feed his limbs one by one to the –

"Dude," Finnick interrupted his train of thought as he strolled over, plastic red cup in hand, "You're burning a fucking hole through that door."

Cato snapped his head in his direction, "So?"

"So I could've sworn I saw Marvel and Clove go in there like two minutes ago," Finnick stated.

"And?" Cato said, gritting his teeth. He didn't need reminding.

"Relax, man," Finnick put his hands up in mock surrender. "I just figured you'd be happy for Marvel for finally getting some ass out of Clove. Like, he's been waiting for her for fucking forever."

Cato's blood boiled, but he knew he couldn't say shit without blowing their entire cover. It was Marvel not being able to wait for Clove that created this whole damn mess anyway. "You're drunk, Finnick," Cato finally said, blocking away the urge to blab about everything that had happened within the last two weeks.

"Damn right I am," Finnick replied, raising his cup high in the air before stumbling off into the crowd of dancing teenagers. At least that conversation was over.

Cato scanned the room of people, spying Glimmer across the room as she grinded on some guy from Hidden Hills Academy, a preppy college prep school much like their own. Cato vaguely recognized him as the quarterback for HHA's football team, which was defeated by Panem Preparatory in the championships last year.

In the corner, a smashed Johanna Mason was hooking up with Gloss Montgomery, another member of the exclusive Panem Prep football team. It certainly wasn't every day that you saw that.

It was starting to seem like everyone at this party was having fun except for Cato, so he eventually made his way onto the dance floor, where he stopped short of himself. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision because he was almost positive that he was hallucinating. Only five feet in front of him, his innocent and pure little sister was shoving her tongue down Finnick's throat, and he was doing the same to her. It was very unexpected, to say the least.

"Annie," he growled, momentarily forgetting about Clove and Marvel and whatever was going on behind their closed door.

At the sound of her name, Annie reluctantly broke away from Finnick and glanced up, all the blood draining from her face when she saw Cato standing there. She was so caught up with Finnick that she hadn't even remembered that Cato was at this party. "Shit," she mumbled under her breath. In reality, she was only one year younger than Cato, but he insisted on treating her like she was a five year old.

"Please tell me that I'm imagining things and I didn't just see my baby sister doing that to one of my best friends," he said, trying desperately to remove the horrifying image from his mind.

Annie was about to reply when Marvel stormed out from nowhere and punched Cato directly in the jaw. That was sure as hell going to leave a mark.

Clove pushed Marvel into her spare bedroom before slamming the door shut and locking it. She pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, enjoying the thrilled look in his eyes. So maybe she liked him a little bit more than she'd originally thought. After all, he had a killer body, and he'd been acting especially nice all night long. Maybe she could just forget about Cato for tonight…

No, what was she thinking? Despite what her wild teenage hormones were demanding right now, she could never do that to Cato. But, then again, here was Marvel, unknowing and willing to do whatever she wanted to do with him…no, absolutely not, she had to snap out of this. How could she even consider hurting Cato like that? She was officially a horrible person, on so many different levels.

Marvel kissed her neck hungrily, causing her to suppress the moan that was rising very quickly in her throat. Shit, how was she supposed to deny him when he was doing things like that to her? Suddenly, he stopped, sitting up on the bed and analyzing something on her neck.

"Clove," he said in the voice he used when he was trying to control his temper, "what the fuck is that?"

Shit. Immediately, she knew exactly what he was talking about, and she looked down guiltily.

"I'm almost positive that I didn't give you that hickey," he stated, staring at her with shock and betrayal prominent in his eyes. "So who did?"

"I…umm…"

He looked down dejectedly, shaking his head in amazement. "Did you cheat on me?"

She nodded slightly, unwilling to lie to him when he clearly already knew the truth.

"With who?" he asked patiently, containing his anger for the time being.

"Marvel, I-" she started, but he interrupted her, his voice louder and more furious than before.

"Who did that to you?" he demanded, standing up from the bed.

"Marvel, you're scaring me," she said, backing away from him.

"Don't I deserve to know who could possibly be so important to you that you would throw away our entire relationship to be with!" he shouted, and it was a wonder that no one had come knocking on the door yet to make sure everything was all right.

"What relationship!?" she screamed back at him, venom lacing her words as all of the hurt and betrayal from that night came flooding back to her. "The relationship that you ruined when you slept with my best friend?"

"God," he scoffed in disbelief, "I thought we were over that."

"Over it?! Are you fucking kidding me? You screwed my best friend, and you expect me to just forget about it and start over? These past two weeks have meant absolutely nothing to me. You mean nothing to me!" she yelled louder than she thought was humanly possible, letting out everything she hadn't yet had the chance to. He just stood there for a moment, stunned, and she pushed past him, making her way to the door.

"Oh," she stopped right in front of the door, glaring daggers at him, "you want to know who I've been fucking? Cato."

Marvel recoiled in shock and disbelief, and Clove smirked before disappearing into the crowd of dancing teenagers. Hatred spread itself through Marvel's veins, and clenching his fists tightly, he stormed out of the room, almost immediately spotting Cato across the room by Finnick and Annie. After pushing through the hordes of teenagers angrily, he punched Cato with all of his might, smirking at the red mark that almost immediately showed up on his defined jawline.

"What the fuck, man?" Cato roared when he saw that Marvel was the one who delivered the blow.

"Did you sleep with her?" Marvel shouted, backing him into a nearby wall. He didn't even look like Marvel anymore. His hair was ruffled and wild, and there was a crazy look in his eyes.

"What? Sleep with who?" Cato asked, furrowing his eyebrows. His jaw was throbbing, and he resisted the growing urge to knock Marvel out.

"Did you or did you not bang my girlfriend?" Marvel said, an unusual calmness taking over his body. He was holding onto the hope that Clove was just lying to him to hurt him and that Cato hadn't ever actually done anything with her.

That hope was quickly diminished when Cato looked down guiltily, mumbling, "Fuck."

Marvel glared at Cato before delivering another punch, only to his eye this time. Cato stood there dumbly, feeling overwhelmingly guilty for an unknown reason. He was Cato Astoria; he wasn't supposed to feel remorseful for anything, even if that thing was sleeping with his best friend's girlfriend.

A circle of bystanders had already formed around them as they chanted, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Suddenly, Clove came pushing through the crowd, eyes widening when she saw Marvel repeatedly punching Cato in the face. "Marvel!" she screeched, horrified. "Stop! Stop hitting him!" Grabbing his arm, she pulled him away from Cato, panting heavily.

"Get your slutty hands off of me," Marvel shot at her, causing the onlookers to gasp sharply.

Clove looked up, suddenly very aware that literally everyone around her knew she'd lost her virginity to Cato Astoria, one of the most unromantic and repulsive people on this entire planet.

"What the hell is going on?" Glimmer slurred, emerging from the crowd suddenly.

"Great," Clove said under her breath, "Just what this situation needed."

Marvel let out an emotionless laugh, "Our little friend Clove here has been screwing Cato while she was going out with me for the past two weeks."

"Only because you two," Clove said angrily, looking back and forth between them, "did the same thing first!"

"Oh, my God," Glimmer mumbled, sobering up quickly. "Clove, I…I'm–"

"Save it, Glimmer," she glared. "If you were sorry, you would have come to me and told me about it the day after it happened, but you didn't, did you?"

Glimmer avoided eye contact with her, shamefully looking down. "I never meant to hurt you, Clove."

Clove scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "I'm sure."

"Please don't hate me," Glimmer begged in a small voice.

"It's too late, Glimmer," Clove replied coldly. She was being unfair and irrational, but she couldn't help it. Glimmer deserved to feel the same brokenness and loneliness as she had that horrible night two weeks and one day ago.

Tears sprung to the blonde's eyes, and she turned on her heel quickly, disappearing into the crowd. "Glimmer!" Marvel chased after her, and Clove buried her face in her hands.

"Clove," Cato's hoarse voice said from a few feet in front of her, and she peeked up, her forest green eyes meeting his ice blue ones. "I need to know," he continued, struggling to get the next part out, "Were you or were you not going to sleep with Marvel in that bedroom tonight?"

She sighed dejectedly. "Honestly? I don't know." She'd been telling the truth all night, may as well not break that chain now.

"That's all I needed to hear," he replied emotionlessly before pushing past her and through the throng of teenagers. All around her were people, but somehow she'd never felt more alone.

Hello lovelies :) First of all, I thought I'd let you know I started another Clato story called Backwards, so you should definitely go read and review and favorite and follow it :P Don't worry, I promise not to forget about this story. Royals is still going to be my number 1 priority, but I'll write Backwards when I'm not in the mood to write modern day AU stuff.

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