"She was five when her mother suicide, her dad went mad and eventually killed himself a year later.
When she was six, a very wealthy Latino family adopted her from an orphanage 30 miles south.
Have you heard of the 'De La Cueva's'?" Peeta asked.
And Cato replied saying "Yeah, the politician duo?" Cato asked.
"Those are Clove's adoptive parents. They barely have any time for her, and with everything that happened, she really needed someone." Peeta sighed.
"She's mexican?" Cato smirked.
"I guess you could say that. So when she was thirteen she discovered alcohol,
and I swear she still quotes alcohol as the only thing that's ever been there for her.
Then when she was fourteen she started hanging out with Annie.
Annie's trouble to say the least, she's a bit lost and doesn't think stuff through, but compared to Clove, she's a saint.
When Annie was sixteen and Clove was fourteen both of them started smoking. She really has had a sad life." Peeta finishes.
"But she comes off as such a bitch!" Cato exclaims.
"That's the same in every school, the popular pretty ones are always bitches. " he replied laughing.
"But truth is, everyone worships her." He said.
"I get it! Like there is something about her that draws you in, makes you want to talk to her, want to know her, like a certain mystery to it all." Cato says.
And that's all he could think off until the next evening came.
"Hello?" Cato answered the phone.
"You think you could come to Kats in a while? Finn Annie and Clove are here."
"Not like I have anything better to do." Cato replied.
"Where is it?"
"I'll text you the details, see you there,"
Peeta hung up and Cato drove his car 20 blocks away to Kats place.
The girl stood there in a pair of torn up shorts, a tight grey button up shirt leaning on the windowsill,
staring out at the street for no apparent reason. Her full pink lips were pouting dazedly,
and her dark as coal hair was tied in a messy bun as stray strands blew in the direction of the wind.
Down the back of her petite thigh was a forever elongating scratch, almost a cut that he hadn't noticed yesterday.
Her eyes were toxic and exerted fumes of her eccentricity.
The music was soft and played smoothly in the background as Cato walked towards the door.
Once he got close enough he spotted the cigarette in between her slender blood red painted fingers.
The second she felt the presence of someone else in the room she slid the cigarette out the window, and then she turned around to find out that it was only Cato.
"Oh, its you." She sighed before pushing herself up onto the sill and sitting comfortably.
"Expecting someone else?" Cato asked leaning against the doorframe.
"Kats mother, she's a big bitch about smoking," she replied smoothly.
"How old are you, Clove?" he asked out of pure curiosity not at all believing what Finnick told him the other night about her being fifteen.
"Fifteen," she replied in her usual gritty voice. He nodded. Finn was right; the girl was a beautiful wreck.
"Cato right?" she asked taking her phone out of her pocket.
"Yeah," he laughed at how she had just now learned his name.
"senior years done, huh?" she smiled maliciously.
He nodded.
"Must be fun, being able to do whatever you want, not second guessing a single thing, not having to abide to anyone's rules?"
She asked her fingers typing vigorously on her phone.
"It doesn't seem like you abide by any rules either." He replied walking through the door towards the girl.
She gave him a weak ghostly smirk before jumping of the ledge and through the door.
And when it got late, the house got louder.
The music screeched way above the noise limit after eleven, the alcohol left a strong stench in the quaint homely house,
and the few people in the house were completely wasted.
Kat and Peeta were nowhere to be found, Finnick was in the backyard with a few other people and Annie was in the bathroom when the bell rang.
A completely smashed Cato opened the door to find two police officers staring back at him.
"We got a complaint that there is underage drinking going on here," the taller police officer said.
"No sir!" Cato replied fighting the urge to vomit.
The two men turned their heads towards Clove who was descending the stairs.
"One moment," Cato said before slamming the door on them and turning towards Clove who didn't seem that hammered.
"I think that whiny lady down the street filed a complaint, they know about the drinking." Cato panicked.
Cato had just graduated, and in the fall, he was leaving for Brown, he isn't going to let anything jeopardize that.
"Let me handle this." She said calmly striding towards the door, unbuttoning the first three buttons of her shirt and letting her hair down from her bun.
Cato mentally slapped her for even attempting to get out of trouble like this.
"Officer? Is there a problem?" she asked in an innocent yet seductive voice.
She pursed her newly red painted lips and leaned provocatively on the doorframe showing off whatever little cleavage she had.
The two took a quick look at the fifteen year old and made a hasty decision, and one that made Cato sick to his stomach.
"Uh, sorry miss, it must have been a misunderstanding." The shorter one said before galloping towards his car.
"Have a nice evening," the other one said before following him.
"Pervs" Cato whispered under his breath.
Clove smiled attractively before she slammed the door shut and turned around to face Cato.
"And that's how you do it," she smirked.
"That's sick you know?" he replied.
"It's not; its called playing the cards the dealer gave you. Flaunt what you got, right?" she said.
"Not like that, do you know what that could do to your reputation?" he scolded.
"It's a small town Cato, if word was to spread, it would have.
And since it hasn't yet, it never will." She replied sipping her watermelon schnapps.
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