Hey. Humans. How are you? I wasn't aware that it's been over a year since i've updated (has it?). Whoops. Please enjoy. Also, please don't kill me. I really hope you're still interested in the story. Can you tell I'm slightly scared of you guys right now? Bonus points if you get the title reference. Possibly the 'theme song' of this chapter. Should I make that a thing? Let me know. Sorry for any grammatical errors - my cousin reminded me that I write fan fiction so I whipped this up on holidays in Nelson Bay (do any of you guys go there?) in about 20 minutes

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One more hour. I can do this. One more hour.

Glancing at the clock that read 1:55, it was all I could do not to kill someone. Fortunately today, I've not had many people pay for a kiss. I realise now that I may have overreacted by likening it prostitution, but what can you do? Glimmer, being her brilliant, makeup loving self found the perfect kiss-repellent. Reeeeeaaaalllllly bad makeup. Looking like I rolled my face in mud then ploughed through a field of flowers, I smugly glared at Principal Snow all day. I mean, he can tell me what to wear, but not what makeup should accompany it. Probably 7 people have requested a kiss, four of those being Glimmer, Katniss, Foxface and Kalia, who each kissed me on the cheek apologetically. The rest were just sleazy perves who wanted a look at my cleavage.

2:00. 55 MINUTES! Ermahgerd. I had the sense to get changed at school. My parents would sue the pants off this school if they found out what it was doing to me. They come from a long generation of fighters and lawyers, which sounds conflicting but is perfect, as someone in our family always tends to get violent. But telling them would only hurt my case.

The only good thing out of this day is that I got out of all my classes. I basically have nothing to do but sit here in boredom and recall all my physics knowledge to determine exactly the force it would take to actually kick Asshole all the way to Mexico. Its a lot, but I'm sure I can do it.

As I stare into the distance with an evil grin on my face, I see a tall, broad shouldered figure at the end of the hall, then sigh. 2:35. I've allocated myself 10 minutes to get out of this atrocity before legging it. The person at the end of the hall comes nearer, but is hidden in the shadows. Creep. I start to pack up and count the change. At $2.50 a kiss (at least I have some value), I've got $22.50, given that Glimmer and Kalia pity-kissed me, twice. I bend down to start disassembling the stall, when I hear,

"Wait, don't close!"

The fuck? That sounded just like Cato. I stand up.

It is Cato.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I grin, going around to give him a hug. I move back around,

"I just transferred here! I wanted to keep it a surprise. My dad moved here for work, plus, swimming is off season. Literally only Peeta knows, and only because I ran into him in the bathroom. Kinda awkward place, but whatever. Its great to see you!" He remarks

"Thankyou! You too!"

"I'm sorry I didn't just walk straight over here. But I didn't know if it was -well, um - you" He admits sheepishly. I flash my most flirtatious smile.

"Thankyou, I put lots of effort into todays OOTD" He looks confused, but says nothing. God, he's so hot when he's confused. Actually, he's hot all the time. Then he looks at the sign above me.

"Well, I'm sure you'd look great in anything" He says as he pulls a fiver out of his pocket and places it into my hand, holding it tightly.

"Thanks for the charitable donation" I grin

Then absolutely out of nowhere, he cups my face in his other hand while still holding mine, and leans in and gives me a long, lingering kiss. And holy fuck is it amazing. His lips are soft,strong but not controlling, all sweet and sensual, none of his usual bravado. Woah. And all too soon, it's over. He opens his eyes and I see his pupils dilate. He leans in again and whispers in my ear,

"I would say keep the change, but I reckon that wasn't enough". Then he turns with his normal crooked grin and looks back precisely once, probably to my frozen self.

I can't wrap my head around this. The hottest human I know just kissed me. And liked it! He probably doesn't like me, though. Oh my god, is this some sick game? He was probably just being a really good (at kissing) friend. Yeah, thats right, he was just helping me out, I shake my head. I stuff my grand total of $27.50 in an envelope.

But wait - did he mean the money wasn't enough or the kissing wasn't enough? And if if was the kissing did he mean that it was below average or he wanted more?

CLOVE! I mentally scream. Get a grip. It was a nice thing for him to do. You raised money, he is your friend, nothing more. He didn't even try to look at your boobs - wait does that mean he likes and respects me or he's not interested? CLOVE, STOP IT! I hastily shut down the stall at 2:50 and get changed, dump the outfit in the bin and slapped the envelope down on Miss Trinket's office desk.

Never in my life have I run home so fast and out of breath.

Although, I'm not sure if the breathlessness is from running, or after-effects of Cato's kiss.

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