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"We're going shopping, bitches."

The words were followed by a chorus of groans given off by Clove and Johanna.

"Lighten up, it'll be fun!" Glimmer and Cashmere, the ones giving the orders, insisted.

"I need a new dress for the party tonight anyway." Melissa grinned, clapping her hands together in excitement.

"Well unlike some of you, I actually managed to fit all my shit in one bag and still have enough, not four." Johanna shot the girls an evil glare.

"Jo and I have a game tomorrow that we need to practice for. The finals are getting closer and I don't want to be knocked out before we've even properly began." Clove added.

"We don't care." Cashmere groaned. "Madge and Annie are spending the day with their boyfriends, so you three are replacing them, seeing as you're all single."

"Don't remind me." Melissa sighed. "There are so many gorgeous guys here and only one that I want."

"If it's for single people only then Clove-"

"Shut up." Clove cut Johanna off with a sharp elbow to the ribs.

"Look guys, you can shop or spend the whole day avoiding Lorelai. What's it gonna be?" Melissa asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"Fuck you." Johanna grunted. Glimmer rubbed her hands together and beamed happily.

"Pack your bags, bitches."

…

Cato grabbed Lyme by the wrist and pushed her against a locker.

"Cato!" She scolded him, pulling her wrist back.

"Is it true?" He asked, looking her straight in the eye.

"Is what true?" Lyme asked, impatiently rolling her eyes.

"About you…" Cato trailed off, dropping his eyes to her stomach before lifting them back to her face.

"Cato, you of all people know what the people are like here. The rumour mill's always going and-"

"Is it true?" He was looking at her so sadly that she just couldn't lie to him anymore.

"Yes." She sighed and leant back against the lockers, defeated, as Cato punched the one next to her head.

"How long have you been seeing him for?" Cato asked. His face was bright red and his eyes were narrowed.

"About a year." Lyme sighed. "You're more popular than he'll ever be, so I dated you and kept Gloss on the side.

"Did you ever actually love me?" Cato asked. He had meant to shout, but his voice only came out as a whisper.

"There was a time when…No. No, I didn't. I'm sorry Cato." Lyme shrugged.

"So what does this mean for you?"

"What do you want it to mean?"

"Well." Cato laughed humourlessly. "You and I are done, obviously."

"My parents won't let me stay. Where will I go if I don't have you?" Lyme asked, her bottom lip sticking out slightly.

"To Gloss?" Cato suggested.

"You're going to regret breaking up with me over this, Cato. You really are." Lyme hissed, glaring at him. "I'm hot, I'm popular. I'm all you could ever want."

"I want a faithful girlfriend who loves me and doesn't go around getting knocked up by other guys." Cato shrugged calmly and walked away as if his whole world wasn't crumbling down around him.

"What are you thinking about?" Marvel asked Cato, who was sat on their couch lost in thought.

"All that I could ever want." Cato smiled weakly, as if he was telling an inside joke that was no longer funny. "And how all this ends in a few weeks."

"Sucks, right? I'm going to miss these events like crazy. I might have to visit next year, take some time out of college." Marvel smiled and shook his head.

"Also about relationships." Cato carried on as if Marvel had never spoken. "And whether or not I'm right to be trusting a girl right now."

"Who is she?"

"I can't say."

"Not every girl you date will get pregnant with your friends' older brother's baby. They won't all be like Lyme, you know."

"I know, and I'm acting like a girl, it's just…That shit hurt, man." Cato sighed, running a hand over his face.

"Look, I'm not going to ask you too many questions about this mystery girl. If she's a fried of yours then she's already amazing, because you don't hang out with shitheads. Give her a fair chance and if things don't work out, we'll get Johanna to beat her up." Marvel said. He always seemed to be the go-to guy for advice.

"Thanks, Marv." Cato cracked a smile.

"I do have one question though."

"Yeah?"

"Is she hot?"

"Like a firecracker, Marv. Like a firecracker."

…

Clove drummed her fingers against her thighs impatiently as she and Johanna waited for the other three girls to finish squeezing themselves into dresses that were two sizes too small in the changing rooms. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, so she pulled it out to check her new text message. It was from Cato- she'd been texting him on and off for the last few hours.

"So…" Johanna grinned evilly, throwing one leg across the other.

"So what?" Clove asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So, you and Cato." Johanna smirked. "What went on yesterday?"

"Nothing. We just talked." Clove shrugged, looking away from Johanna's intense glare.

"Liar." She laughed.

"No I'm not." Clove scowled back.

"Oh, you so are. You made out with him, didn't you?"

"Only a bit." Clove admitted, blushing slightly.

"Have you spoken to him since?" Johanna asked, leaning forward out of interest.

"Once. This morning, at breakfast. Everyone else was there so we didn't really get to talk about it and it's a bit impersonal to do it on the phone, but he seemed happy enough." Clove said, picking at the seam of the old leather chair she was sat on.

"Yeah, he did seem pretty smiley this morning." Johanna nodded her head in agreement.

"Yeah, he-"

Clove cut herself off abruptly when Glimmer stepped into the waiting area wearing a pale pink dress, the eighth she'd tried on already, that stopped just above her knees.

"Well? What do you think?" She asked, biting her lip.

"You look great." Clove said. On days like this one, she wished that she looked more like Glimmer or Annie or Madge.

"Good, because I can barely breathe." She laughed.

"Ta-da!" Cashmere stepped out of the changing room wearing a matching pale blue dress. "We look so adorable!"

"I know!" Glimmer squealed. "Way better than anyone else tonight will."

"Ugh." Johanna rolled her eyes, clearly bored already. "Hurry up, Melissa!"

She stepped out of the changing room, smiling brightly at the other girls.

"Sorry I took so long. How does it look?"

Her dress was black with a silvery trim and a small belt. It reached her knees and was slightly flared at the bottom.

"Omg, that's super nice." Cashmere grinned excitedly.

"Totally." Glimmer agreed.

"Thanks." Melissa laughed happily, glad to have been accepted by the two.

"Great, you've all found dresses, now can we leave?" Johanna groaned, rubbing her eyebrows with her thumbs.

"Oh no. No way." Cashmere scoffed.

"It's both of your turns now."

…

Cato reluctantly away pushed the beer that Finnick was offering him.

"Not drinking tonight?" Finnick asked, popping the lid off of the beer and sipping it himself.

"No." Cato replied, sighing deeply.

"And…Why not?"

"Because it's unprofessional." Cato sighed again.

"Damn you've got it bad for her." Finnick chuckled and clapped Cato on the back. In response, he punched Finnick in the shoulder and got him in a headlock to ruffle his hair.

"Uh, sorry if I'm interrupting something."

Cato released Finnick and spun around at the sound of Clove's voice. She was stood in front of the two, wearing black and white pinstriped shorts and a black tank top, clutching a bottle of diet coke in her right hand.

"Cash and Glim couldn't get you into a dress, hmm?" Finnick asked, and Clove shook her head. "Well, I'd better go. We don't want any of the shithead guys here thinking that Annie's here alone, do we?"

"See you, Finn." Clove smiled at him and watched as he weaved through the crowd of teenagers.

"You look nice." Cato complimented Clove, who blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You don't look too bad yourself." She said, and winked at him. "Are we going to talk properly, or just stand here and make awkward cracks at one another?"

"Nothing's awkward with you, baby." Cato smirked, causing Clove to roll her eyes. "But seriously, I like you. More than I expected I would."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, leaning against the wall opposite Cato.

"Well, you're not exactly the easiest person to socialise with in the world."

"Shut up!" Clove punched Cato in the chest, and he caught her wrist and pulled her against him.

"Honestly, though, I do like you. I think that we could make this work, but I don't want to rush into anything. That's the worst thing that could happen right now." Cato admitted, running his thumb along Clove's hand.

"So…Relationship or no relationship?"

"No relationship." Cato said, after thinking about it for a while. "I mean, if that's okay with you. It's just that we've only really known each other for three weeks and I don't want to push anything."

"That's fine. I don't mind waiting- it's better to get to know someone than dive straight into murky waters." Clove agreed.

"So…Do I still get to kiss you?" Cato asked, grinning cheekily.

"Maybe just this once." Clove tried to act like she didn't care, but she could feel her own smile breaking through as he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to hers.

I'm sorry it's been so long since an update! I'm now working on a new chapter of Hummingbird Heartbeat, my Finnick and Annie fic, and as soon as that's done I'll be working on Gods and Monsters, my newest Clato fic. Unfortunately, I've also made the decision to delete The Third Fandom Quell and put The Mad House on hiatus. Also I'm not sure when, but I'm hoping to update Letters to Tris which hasn't been updated in forever as well as all my other fics and I have another Finnick and Annie fic planned that'll be around whenever I finish one of these. :)