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***WARNING: I'm going to break some shippers' hearts.***

Listen to Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship (It sets the mood)

Chapter 13 "Good Girls Go Bad (Part 1)"

Annie's POV

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I ask Finnick when we arrive on my doorsteps.

Finnick walks me home everyday from school and I pick him up everyday for school.

"Annie, you've asked me that like five times already—"

"Only because I want to make sure you really are okay with me going to Gloss' Halloween party tonight and you aren't just saying okay for my benefit."

I don't want to upset Finnick. I don't want to upset anyone. Hopefully Finnick isn't lying to me.

"Yes, I'm fine with you going, Annie. I'm just going to be passing out candy with my mom anyway."

"Well if you don't have plans, come with me," I suggest hoping that he'll say yes. "It'll be fun."

"And bail on my mom?" Finnick fakes a gasp. "She'd kill me!"

I smile. "Promise me you won't spend the whole night bored out of your mind with your mom. Go out with Peeta or something."

"Peeta has his date with Glimmer tonight, but I promise I'll find something fun to do."

Peeta has a date with Glimmer? Since when?

I don't bother asking Finnick about it. I just give him a peck on the lips and head inside.

Heading to my room it occurs to me that Johanna mentioned having plans with Peeta tonight. How could he have a date with Glimmer too?

I call Johanna and she answers after the first ring.

"How's it going, Ms. Odair?"

"Finnick just told me Peeta had a date with Glimmer tonight. Don't you two have plans?" I ask.

"Yeah, we did," she says angrily. "He just canceled on me a couple of minutes ago."

"Who are you talking to?" That's Gale's voice in the background.

"Annie," Johanna says. "Gale says hi."

"Tell him I said hey."

"Annie says to shut the fuck up, Gale."

"Johanna!" I shout.

I'd never disrespect a friend like that! Not even for laughs.

Johanna laughs. "I'm kidding! You're on speaker, he can hear you."

Oh.

"So what do you guys have planned for tonight?" I ask as I lay down on my bed.

"Nothing," Johanna replies quickly. "Gale is still grounded."

"Still?" I ask with my voice highly raised, "What did he even do?"

"I may have forgotten to pick Posy up from school," Gale says. "And remembered only after my mom came home with her."

"Wow. Brother of the year."

"I'm so glad I'm an only child," Johanna says. "No one I need to look after or try and boss me around."

"Why don't you just go out with Annie, Johanna?" Gale suggests.

I'm about to agree with Gale and tell Johanna I'd love for her to join me and Gloss but—

"I don't want to the third wheel to her and Finnick. They probably want to be alone."

"Actually Johanna," I say. "I have plans with Gloss tonight. You're more than welcome to come along."

"...What?"

"I said I have plans with Glo—"

"No, no," Johanna interrupts me. "I heard you. I meant what as in what are you thinking?!"

I'm not following at all. She sounds upset though. Did I do something wrong?

"Hmm, that it would be fun?"

"Annie, dear." I don't like it when Johanna calls me dear. It makes me feel like a child. "This isn't a good idea."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"He's trouble, Annie," Gale says for Johanna.

"Yeah, I've heard. You guys tell me everyday at lunch."

"Then what are you doing?" Johanna asks me like some kind of idiot.

"Look." I raise my voice. "I don't care what you, Gale, Peeta, or anyone else has to say about him. Gloss is a perfectly great guy and frankly, I think I know him better than you do, Johanna."

"Oh really? Did you know he got into five fights last year and the only reason he hasn't been expelled is because his parents make really big donations to the school? Or how he's broken up more couples than you can count on your fingers? Or the time he came to school drunk?"

"How do you even know that?" I ask.

None of this is news to me. Gloss has mentioned all of it to me before. A lot of guys won't leave Cashmere alone after she told them she wasn't interested. They started spreading rumors that Cashmere was a whore so Gloss beat them up.

All Gloss does is flirt with other girls. He's never been the other guy and half the time he didn't know the girls had boyfriends. It's not his fault the boyfriends get upset over nothing. I told Gloss that if the girl was really happy with her guy, she wouldn't have been with him.

Cashmere actually told me the story of drunken Gloss coming to school. It was last year and he went out with the senior Careers for his birthday. Gloss went to school the next day so his parents wouldn't suspect anything. Which turned out to be a bad idea. A teacher noticed how drunk he was. Gloss was lucky the teacher's favorite student was Cashmere so Gloss wasn't written up for it. Instead the teacher had Cashmere take him home. Cashmere covered for him with their parents.

"Madge told me."

I don't even bother to question how Madge knows all of this. The mayor's daughter knows everything.

"Since when do you talk to Madge?"

"Don't change the subject!"

"Johanna, I don't care about any of that. I'm going to do what I want to do and I don't give a fuck what you have to say about it." I hang up on her and promptly throw my cellphone across the room.

Furiously I start getting ready to go out.

"Dad, mom," I say when I enter the living room. My dad and mom are sitting on the couch together watching a horror movie with the bowl of candy on the coffee table ready to be passed out. "I'll be home later."

I lean down to give them both a kiss goodbye.

"Make sure you're home by eleven, Annie," Dad says. "Your mother and I are going to go out later, but don't think we won't call to check up on you."

"Yes, dad."

"Have fun honey. You look beautiful."

I'm wearing an old pair of jeans and an orange t-shirt. I'm nothing but casual.

I smile. "Thanks dad."

I head to Gloss' house, which isn't too far from mine. Cashmere answers the door and frowns when she sees me.

"That's what you're wearing?" Cashmere says disgustedly.

I have nothing to say to her. She doesn't like me and I don't like her. There's no need for rude remarks from the both of us.

"May I come in? Gloss is expecting me."

Cashmere moves aside. "He's in the kitchen. Try not to stare."

Why would I stare?

When I enter the kitchen I see why Cashmere told me not to stare. Standing by the sink is a shirtless Gloss drinking a glass of water. He is shirtless. And honestly he doesn't look bad, not at all.

I'm not sure how long I'm just standing here staring at him (because it's really hard not to) before Gloss notices I'm here.

"Oh shit," Gloss says when he finally notices me. "I didn't even hear you come in. I'll go put a shirt on, sorry."

I nod because I know if I open my mouth I'm going to say something stupid.

Gloss leaves me alone in the kitchen as he runs upstairs to get a shirt. I'm not alone for long.

"You must be Annie!" someone says behind me.

I turn to see a beautiful brown haired woman, possibly in her early thirties. Standing next to her is a blonde gorgeous man, and I remember him from that photo album. He's Gloss and Cashmere's dad, but who is she?

"Yes I am," I say with a smile on my face.

"Well I'm Gloss' dad." He then points to the brown haired woman. "And this is his mother."

What? She looks nothing like the stunning blonde prom queen in the photos. Yes, she's older and obviously wouldn't look exactly the same, but there are no similarities. She looks nothing like Cashmere.

Maybe their dad remarried.

"Nice to meet you." I shake both their hands.

"Okay, I have a shirt on," Gloss says when walks in. "Let's go, Annie."

Go where? I thought the party was at his house.

"Oh no, you two aren't going anywhere," Gloss' dad says. "Not until we get to know Annie."

Gloss sighs. "Dad."

"Gloss, sweety," the brown haired lady says. "We never get to meet any of your friends. So come sit at the dinner table so we can get to know one of them."

She and Gloss' dad go over to the dinner table. Gloss follows but I grab his hand stopping him. He looks at me confused.

"What?" He whispers.

"Is that your mom?" I ask in a whisper.

Gloss nods.

I look at him confused and then Gloss suddenly realizes why I asked.

"Well," he whispers, "She's my step-mom. My real mom died."

"I'm so sorry," I say.

"It was a long time ago, Annie."

Gloss takes me to the dinner table where his parents are waiting happily. Gloss sits next to his step-mom and I sit next to his dad.

"So, Annie," Gloss' step-mom says. "How'd you two meet?"

"At lunch," I say. "Gloss came up to me and we started talking."

"He charmed you, didn't he?" Gloss' dad asks. "My boy's a charmer. I can tell."

"Yes," I smile and humor Gloss' dad. "He did charm me."

"Are you friends with Cashmere too?" Gloss' step-mom asks me.

"Of course," I lie because I'm not going to tell them no. "I met her the same day I met Gloss."

"Why haven't you come around before, Annie?"

I shrug. "Guess been kind of busy with school work."

Gloss' dad gets up to get a glass of wine for himself as his wife asks me more about school. I say something about Gloss here and there because I know that's what she is really interested in. When Gloss' dad joins us back at the table he proceeds to tell me a very embarrassing story about Gloss as a toddler. Gloss tries to leave the table, embarrassed, but when his step-mom stops him he accidently pushes the table forward causing his dad to spill his glass of wine all over me.

"I'm so sorry, Annie!"

"Oh, no, Annie."

"Sorry, Annie."

"It's okay," I tell them all. "I'm just glad I didn't wear white."

"Why don't you go see if Cashmere has something you can borrow," Gloss' step-mom suggests.

There's no way Cashmere wants to see me, let alone let me borrow some clothes. I look at Gloss for help.

"We can just stop by Annie's before—"

"No, no. She's going to smell like alcohol all night if she doesn't change now," she says. "Go upstairs, Annie. Cashmere's room is the third door on the right."

I quietly head upstairs to Cashmere's room. She's probably going to laugh in my face as soon as she sees me. I hesitate before knocking. Maybe I can say Cashmere didn't answer so she's probably asleep. Actually, no. Knowing my luck somehow they'd find out that I was lying. I knock softly on the door, praying she's asleep and won't answer.

Cashmere opens her door, takes one look at me and rolls her eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Your dad spilled wine on me and your mom said that you'd lend me some clothes."

Cashmere takes a look at my clothes for a second. There's a big red stain on my leg and on my shirt. She looks at me and heavily sighs before moving aside and gesturing for me to enter.

"Don't sit on my bed. I'll see if there's something that might fit you."

"Are you calling me fat?" I try to joke.

Cashmere smiles for a second. "You're not fat, you just aren't as curvy as me."

She meant that as an insult.

Cashmere digs through some drawers before throwing an outfit at me.

"Here." She hands it to me. "I bought this before I got my curves. You can go try it on in the closet over there."

I head into her closet, which is a walk-in. Gosh, I think it's as big as my bedroom. But this shouldn't surprise me. They have a library for God's sakes. It makes sense Cashmere would have a room just for her clothes.

Her dress is a bit loose on me in certain places but it's fine. What concerns me more is how much skin is showing. The bottom black part of the dress stops half way between my hip and my knee. The top part is red and is held up by two thin straps. It's a good thing I wore a bra that matches my skin tone because the dress is backless.

When I step out of the closet Cashmere whistles at me.

"Well I have to say." Cashmere smirks. "You wear that better than me."

I frown, "Don't you have something a little less...you?" I say choosing my words carefully.

Cashmere raises an eyebrow at me.

"What do you mean?"

I shrug. "Maybe something showing a little less skin?"

She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Are you calling me a slut?"

What? No! Why is she putting words in my mouth?

"What if I was?"

Whoa. Did I just say that? Where did that come from?

Cashmere exhales deeply and bites her lip. She's holding back her words. I can practically feel her eyes pricing through me with that stare of hers.

"I didn't mean that," I blurt out. "I'm sorry—"

"No you're not," Cashmere cuts me off. "So don't pretend to be. Why don't you just stop with this act, Annie? It's getting old."

"What act?"

"Pretending like you don't want my brother when I know you do."

Is she still on this? I wouldn't thought after homecoming she'd learn from her mistake.

"I'm not pretending."

Cashmere snorts, "Says the girl who was drooling over my brother shirtless in the kitchen."

I roll my eyes. "I was not drooling over him."

"Oh please! I could feel the tension all the way from the living room. So why don't you stop lying."

"What's your problem, Cashmere?" I raise my voice. "Does it really bother you that much that I'm not with your brother? Or are you just mad at the fact that I'm more wanted than you as a freshman? That I'm a victor and you're not."

Cashmere laughs. "You think you're more popular than me? I'm Cashmere, homecoming queen, cheerleader captain, and a Career. And you, Annie? You're nothing."

"If I'm nothing, then why do you hate me so much?"

"Maybe because you're leading my brother on. You have a boyfriend so why don't you stop being such a slut."

A slut?

"Who are you to call me a slut, huh? You don't even know me."

"Oh, I know you Annie. It's daddy's little girl tired of being the good girl. There was some kind of rush when Gloss came up to you at lunch and started hitting on you. Tell me I'm wrong, Annie."

I don't say anything. Knowing Cashmere she'll find some way to twist my words.

"Are your friends telling you to stay away from him? I bet they are. But you just won't listen. Because you can't resist the bad boy."

I laugh. "You're brother is the last guy I'd call a bad boy."

Gloss is sweet, funny, charming. He is the complete opposite of a bad boy.

Cashmere comes closer to me, "Maybe he isn't a bad boy but he knows how to make a good girl like yourself…" She leans into my ear and whispers. "Lose control." She pulls away from me with a smile on her face. "You're going to regret this, Annie. Little goody two shoes can't protect herself. You can't handle the real world. Go home, I'm warning you."

Cashmere's right. I'm tired of being the good girl. The girl who listens to everyone and never does what she wants to do. I don't care what anyone else has to say.

"I'm not a little girl, Cashmere. I can take care of myself," I whisper the last part to mock her.

"Then get out."

"Gladly."

I slam the door on my way out.

I'd be lying to myself if I said everything Cashmere said was a lie. I'm not an idiot. I've heard of Gloss' reputation, but reputations can be misleading. Take Johanna for example. Some might called her a bitch, but she's not. Maybe if she doesn't like you she will be, but in the end, she's as sweet as me.

I rush downstairs and hurry into the kitchen. Gloss and his parents aren't here anymore, but the door to the backyard is open. I walk into a beautiful garden where the grass is the greenest grass I've ever seen. There are all types of flowers surrounding the grass and a beautiful foundation in the center.

I hear Gloss call my name from the garage. He's inside with his lettermen jacket on and the car already open.

"I thought the party was at your house," I say and smile.

Gloss doesn't respond. His eyebrows are raised slightly and mouth gaping a bit. He's staring in my direction—no. He is staring at me.

"Gloss, you're staring."

"Oh," Gloss moves his eyes from me quickly. "Sorry, Annie. Hmm…Cashmere didn't have anything else for you to wear?"

"No, she didn't."

Gloss lets out an annoyed groan.

I cross my arms over my chest, "Why? Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"No, it's just..." Gloss takes a long pause and then shakes his head. "Never mind. Let's get going."

"I thought the party was at your house."

Gloss smirks, "I never said that."

Gloss gets in the driver's seat and starts up his car. I go to passenger's seat and sit without any hesitation.

As we pull out from the garage Gloss gets this curious face.

"You okay?" I ask.

Gloss nods, "Why didn't Odair come?"

"He got stuck in plans with his family."

"And what about your other friends?"

I bite my lip and look out the window.

Gloss clears his throat. "They don't like me, do they?"

I don't say anything. I'd rather not. Gloss doesn't need anything to bring him down right now.

"Annie, I don't care how your friends feel about me. All I care about is how you feel about me."

I turn to look at him. His eyes are focused on the road and a smile is on his face.

"That's really sweet," I say. "I think you're great Gloss, and I don't care what my friends have to say about you."

"Why's that?"

"'Cause they don't know you like I know you."

Gloss' eyes flicker to me for only a moment.

"That means a lot to me, Annie. You're one of the only few people I really get along with."

I raise an eyebrow, "What about the Careers?"

He shrugs. "They're more of Cashmere's friends than mine."

I frown at that.

It's a very short twenty-minute ride. We pull up to a small house and I can hear the music already. I ask Gloss for the tenth time whose party it is and he responds the same way, "you'll see."

As soon as we enter the house there's three things I notice quickly. Number one: The smell of beer is in the air, strong. Number two: It's a costume party and Gloss and I are sticking out. And Number three: I don't know anyone at this party other than Gloss.

Gloss takes me over to a group of four guys and they start talking. They're so friendly with each other. The guys make comments about Gloss' jacket and then talking about the old days. Hearing them talk I learn the guys are Careers, or at least were. Wait a minute; these guys look like there in they're twenty or something. In fact most of the people here look around that age. Then it hits me.

This is a college party.

Gloss took me to a college party.

It makes perfect sense. I came around here a couple years ago with my sister to look at colleges. The university is just about ten minutes from here in a car.

"Gloss," I tug on his jacket to get his attention. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Gloss nods. He tells his friends he'll be right back and then we move away from them.

"You took me to a college party?" I hit Gloss on the shoulder. "Are you crazy?"

Gloss laughs. "Annie, it's a party. I didn't think you'd care what type of party it was. If anything I figured you'd be upset you didn't know it was a costume party."

"Well, it does matter and you should have told me," I shout.

Gloss seems surprised I shouted at him. So am I.

"I'm sorry," Gloss says. "We can go home, if you want. Eat all the candy my parents are supposed to pass out tonight."

I smile, "Sounds like a plan."

We go back and join those guys to say goodbye. When Gloss says we'll be leaving they guys protest.

"Oh, come on. Stay."

"You've only been here for five minutes."

"At least have a shot before you go."

"You didn't even tell us how your sister's doing."

Gloss shrugs. "Sorry guys. Maybe next time."

"Don't be such a goody two shoes, Gloss." The blonde holds a shot up to him. "One drink."

Gloss shakes his head. "I'm driving."

"You just got here, Gloss. You can't leave already," The brown haired guy says.

"Yeah," The blonde holds a shot up to Gloss. "Don't be such a goody two shoes."

For some reason Cashmere's words start creeping back into my head.

Little goody two shoes can't protect herself. You can't handle the real world.

"Yeah, Gloss." I say and now all eyes are on me. "We just got here. What's the rush?"

I take the glass from the blonde and take the shot. The sour, bittersweet taste overpowers my mouth. The taste is odd, but the feeling I'm getting isn't. I'm feeling that rush again. Like Cashmere said about first meeting Gloss. I like it.

"Excuse us for a minute," Gloss grabs a hold of my elbow and pulls me aside.

I pull away from him and give him a sour face, "What?"

"What the hell was that?" Gloss stares at me like I'm insane. "What happened to going home?"

I snort, "What, I can't change my mind?"

I leave Gloss and go back to the same group of guys. They all smile at me.

"What's your name, girl?" The blonde asks.

"Annie," I say.

"You look pretty young," The dark blonde says as he hands me another shot.

I smirk. "Well I would hope so. I am a freshman."

They guys look surprised. And honestly a bit turned on.

"So, you with Gloss?" The brown haired guy asks with a smirk.

Before I can answer Gloss has his arm around me and snatches the shot from me.

"Annie sure does have a great boyfriend." Gloss shoots me a warning look and takes the shot.

"Well, isn't he a lucky guy." The blonde winks at me.

"Yeah." I stare coldly at Gloss. "I sure do."

"Oh, Annie let me show you to the bathroom. You were asking about it earlier."

Fucking liar.

I smile and wordlessly follow Gloss.

We go into the bathroom together and he locks the door.

"What the hell was that? What, now you're my boyfriend?" I shout angrily at him.

"I'm just trying to remind you that you do have one," Gloss snaps.

I sigh. "I'm not going to cheat on him. You don't trust me?"

"I don't trust them."

There's a moment of silence before I respond.

"I didn't know you cared that much about me and Finnick."

"I don't," Gloss says. "I care about you. I don't want you to get hurt. I didn't even know they were going to be here or I wouldn't have brought you. So just please go along with this. You can handle being my girlfriend for one night, right?"

I nod. "As long as there are no lips touching and you keep your hands off my shots."

…

The sun from my bedroom window shines right down in my eyes. It's causing me discomfort. I shift to my side and snuggle into my pillow. It's not until I hear my pillow exhale that I realize it's not a pillow.

"Annie, are you up?" Finnick asks me with a yawn.

"Yeah," I pull away from Finnick and sit up.

I take a quick glance down just to check if we're both still wearing clothes. I'm not wearing the same clothes I left the house with yesterday. Wait, this outfit isn't even mine. And when did I get this jacket?

He looks up at me emotionless and asks, "How do you feel?"

"Okay, I guess."

Finnick sits up and moves closer to me. "No headache?"

I shake my head. "I feel perfectly fine, Fin."

Finnick's voice turns drastically angry. "Okay, then."

Finnick furiously turns away from me. The way he throws the covers on the floor worries me.

"Finnick?" I move to touch his shoulder, but he moves away from me the second the tips of my fingers brush against his skin.

Before I can even react Finnick's out the door, slamming it in his way out.

"Finnick!" I shout.

I quickly put on any two shoes I can find and run after him. I follow him out of my house. I'm calling his name over and over but he isn't stopping.

I don't understand what's going on. Why is Finnick is angry? Is he angry with me? I can't remember doing that would upset him yesterday. In fact I don't remember anything about last night. Last thing I remember is talking to Gloss' parents.

I reach Finnick at the end of the block. I pull on him arm and turn around. He roughly pulls away from me.

"Would you please explain to me why you're so upset?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"What? No, Finnick. Of course not—"

"Then stop acting like you did nothing wrong!" He shouts, "You know what you did!"

"No I don't! I don't remember much about last night so if you can just tell me what I did—"

"First of all you failed to mention to me that the party wasn't at Gloss but it was a college party—"

"I didn't know—"

"I see you there showing so much skin that you're practically wearing nothing. Gloss is fucking all over you and you aren't even trying to get any from him. And to top it all off I find you drunk! You're so lucky you're parents won't be back until noon. They called and I lied to them. I lied to your parents for you—"

"I'm sorry," I interrupt. I can't believe any of this. "I made a mistake—"

"Made? You made a mistake? Annie you've been making mistakes. God, Annie, you're wearing Gloss' jacket for fuck's sakes! Do you know what it was like seeing you with him? How much it fucking hurt? But I guess you don't care how I feel—"

"That's a fucking lie!" I shout, because I can't stand to hear another word of this. Finnick isn't letting me talk at all. The way he's talking to me is making me tear up and I refuse to cry. "That's a lie and you know it! I messed up, okay? I know that, but would you stop yelling at me?" I shout. "You're my boyfriend not my dad!"

"You know after this I'm not sure that I want that title either."

He doesn't mean that. Finnick's just upset. He doesn't mean that.

"Then why don't we just break up?" What am I saying?! "If this is about just one night then I don't understand what were doing here."

Finnick shakes his head, "You don't get it, Annie." This voice softens. "This isn't just about last night. Slapping Cashmere at homecoming, that wasn't like you. Yelling at Johanna on the phone. I don't think I've ever heard you yell before. The other day when that guy whistled at you and you flicked him off—"

"I don't get how that's a bad thing," I cut Finnick off.

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I'm saying that this isn't you. This isn't the girl that I asked out, the girl that I want to be dating."

I snort. "I'm fucking sick and tired of trying to please everyone. For once I don't feel like I need to do that anymore. And you have a problem with that then well," I flick Finnick off and start walking away.

"Annie," Finnick says my name softy. "Annie, wait."

I don't stop. I keep walking. When I hear Finnick starting to follow me, I run. He doesn't follow me after that.

I don't head back to my house. My parents aren't home so there is no need to go back. Even if they were home I wouldn't go back. I just need to be alone right now. I feel like crap. I'm not mad at Finnick; I'm mad at myself. Finnick's right. I have being acting differently but…I don't know. I just don't feel wrong about it. I'm just tried of being daddy's little girl. Doing what everyone else what's. Being told what to do. Caring about how everyone else feels and putting myself second. I'm sick of it.

I call Johanna.

She answers with, "Do you realize what time it is, Annie?"

"Can I come over?" My voice cracks up. It sounds like I'm crying.

Oh wait no. I am crying.

"What happened?"

"I got into a fight with Finnick."

"Damn it. I owe Gale five bucks."

"What?"

"What?"

I smile a bit. "I'm on my way."

I head over to Johanna's. On the way there I pass by the bakery and see Finnick talking to Peeta.

Finnick doesn't see me but Peeta does. He smiles sadly at me. Some who Peeta's smile makes me feel ten times as worst as I did before.

Regardless I wave and try to put on a smile.

I fail at that.

Break your heart don't it? Haha. Dont worry they arent breaking up (DUH they are together in The New Girl's Fire, so yeah)

Next up, Johanna's POV and Peeta's POV. We get to see the date and what Finnick actually saw.

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