So it has been a while, huh? (so sorry) School was crazy and now i have a summer job to worry about. Honestly I would have been done with this chapter maybe a month ago but I got stuck on Cato and Clove's ending scene tbh (you'll see why).

Last time on Freshman Year:At Glimmer's birthday party Gloss tells Annie that he does like someone but unfortunately she is seeing someone else. While at Glimmer's birthday party Annie overheard Glimmer say she was just using Peeta for popularity. What Annie didn't hear was Glimmer telling Clove she actually likes Peeta now. Johanna got Glimmer to break up with Peeta but Peeta doesn't know why Glimmer ended things or about her using him. While Annie and Finnick were on their Valentine's day date Gloss called to inform them Peeta now knows the truth.

Chapter 29 "Valentine's Day (Part 2)"

Clove's POV

"What about this?" Glimmer asks me as she steps outside of my closet.

I lift my head up from my bed to take a look at the tenth outfit she has tried on so far. After the third one, I laid down at the foot of the bed because it was clear Glimmer wouldn't be doing my hair and make-up anytime soon.

Glimmer is wearing one of my favorite outfits. The long-sleeved red blouse tucked into a white long pencil skirt with red heels on, and a sliver necklace looks a million times better on her than it does on me.

"Why do you always look better in my clothes than I do? Wear that to your date tonight. Fuck every other outfit."

"You sure? This doesn't make me look like a giant candy cane?"

I raise my eyebrow cause what kind of question is that? "Why would it make you look like a candy cane?"

"Cause it makes you look like one."

I grab the pillow I was laying on and throw it at her head. Glimmer just laughs and then goes to the mirror to fix her hair.

"I still have an hour before I need to go," she says. "Let's get started on your outfit." Glimmer moves away from the mirror and joins me on the bed. "Where is Cato taking you?"

"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me."

"He wouldn't—I'll call him." She hops of the bed and grabs her purse. "How am I supposed to dress you if I don't know where he is taking you? I'll go to the living room so you won't hear." With that Glimmer runs out of my room and shuts the door.

In less than five minutes, Glimmer comes back in and goes straight for my closet.

"I take it he told you where he is taking me," I say.

"Yup. He also told me everything he has planned."

"I don't wanna know," I say immediately. "I wanna be surprised."

"Oh, you will be." Glimmer pulls out a dark casual blue dress from my closet. "Now try this on and I'll look for accessories."

The dress is laced with flower patterns and blue fabric beneath it. The dress appears rather short but since I'm not tall, the dress falls to my knees.

When Glimmer sees me in the dress, she goes on and on about how beautiful I look. She then gives me a black wrap to use in case it gets cold. I try to use the small jacket that actually came with the dress but Glimmer wouldn't have it. She says it looks like I'm trying too hard to match. Glimmer says no jewelry but simple black earrings and gives me black high heels to wear. Next, she moves onto my hair.

"I hate you for having naturally perfect hair," she tells me as she combs it. "Its just unfair."

"Unfair? Glimmer, please. We both know after Cashmere, you're the prettiest girl in school and when she graduates you'll be on top."

"I don't know about that." There is so much doubt in her tone. "Cashmere has her brother at her side and after Gloss, Finnick is next. Then there is Annie. She may not be on Cashmere's level or mine but she is pretty, too. Annie is Finnick's girlfriend, Gloss' best friend, on the swimming team, on the cheerleading squad, and she is someone so sweet that it makes it almost impossible to hate her."

Maybe I didn't know Glimmer's true intentions when it came to dating Peeta but now that I do, everything seems to make sense. I did question why Glimmer chose Peeta when she could have chosen anyone from the victors to use for the status. When it comes to ranking the victor boys, Peeta comes in last so he isn't the most affect one to go for. I concluded that she picked Peeta because it was the easiest choice since Peeta already had feelings for Glimmer but that wasn't it. Finnick and Glimmer are on the same level when it comes to popularity but Annie is what pushes Finnick higher than Glimmer. If Glimmer wants to be the next Cashmere, she needed an Annie. She needed someone so sweet that it makes it almost impossible to hate him. And that is Peeta Mellark.

"Then why break up with Peeta?" This is something that I still don't understand. She had everything she needed to beat Finnick and, if she played her cards right, she could have. Why throw all that away?

"Cause they know," Glimmer says. "Mason overheard us at my birthday party. They know I was only using Peeta. So they made me end it."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to talk about it. The plan was to use him but I do like Peeta now and it sucks that I can't be with him anymore."

"Glimmer, don't—"

"I don't wanna talk about it," she says interrupting me. "Your hair is done."

Clearly Glimmer is really upset about Peeta, so I don't push the subject any further.

"Is make-up next?" I ask, while touching my hair and feeling the bun Glimmer made.

"Hmmm, no. You don't need it."

"Well, I have sometime before I need to meet Cato. I'll walk you to your date."

We're about to leave when Thresh comes knocking on my door. He gives me a copy of the rewritten scene of Romeo and Juliet and asks me to drop off a copy to Finnick's place. Thresh doesn't have time to drop off the copy because he needs to babysit his sister while their parents go out. I don't mind dropping it off so I say my good-byes to Thresh and Glimmer and head to Finnick's.

I make it to Finnick's house with plenty of time. A woman who must be Finnick's mother, because he is the spitting image of her, answers the door. I tell her that I'm here to see Finnick and, quickly, I'm rushed into their home and made to sit on the couch. Mrs. Odair then asks me a dozen questions about school and Mr. Odair comes to join us. The questions become very personal very fast such as 'Have you dated a lot?' 'Do you prefer older men?' 'Are you currently involved?' and 'How often do boys taken an interest in you?'.

"Clove?" I turn and see a very shocked Finnick at the door. "What are you doing here?"

I'm about to answer but Mrs. Odair beats me to answering.

"She is here getting to know your father and I," Mrs. Odair says with a smile. "And what a lovely girl she is."

"Very lovely," Mr. Odair says. "Clove, was it?"

I nod silently and slightly uncomfortably.

"Clove," Finnick says. "You can go wait for me in my room. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Alright," I say, while getting up. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Odair."

They smile brightly at me as I leave the room.

I make it halfway up the stairs before I realize I've never been inside Finnick's house. I have no idea where his room is. So I head back to the living room.

"Clove really is a beautiful girl," I hear Mrs. Odair say and now I feel uncomfortable walking back into the room knowing they are talking about me.

"Yes, she is. You sure know how to pick them, don't you, Finnick?" Mr. Odair says "Good job bringing her home."

What the hell? Don't they know Finnick is dating Annie?

"Thanks," Finnick says, rather awkwardly.

Why the hell didn't he correct his dad?

I can hear footsteps coming my way so I quickly run up the stairs to the second floor. There are two doors to my right and a door down the long hallway to my left. I take a guess and go down the long hallway into the room. Judging by the large trident decoration over the single bed, I'd say this is Finnick's room. His wallpaper is a light blue, which doesn't surprise me, that's his favorite color. I sit at the head of his bed and look at the framed photo on the nightstand.

In the picture, Finnick, Annie, and Peeta are in the pool and seem to be splashing each other with smiles on their faces. Mason and Hawthorne are sitting on the grass beside the pool and are reading a book together. They all look the same as they do now so the picture can't be too old. Taken the past summer, maybe? If Cashmere and Gloss were added into the picture and Hawthorne was erased, it would be just the victors. It's funny to think that although Hawthorne has known Finnick, Annie, Peeta, and Johanna longer than Cashmere and Gloss have, he is hardly with them anymore. He may be dating Mason, but Hawthorne is no longer one of their closest friends. I wonder how long Mason and Hawthorne will last. Probably—

"Sorry for the wait," Finnick says as he comes into his room. "Also sorry about my parents asking you a billion question. They can be a bit too much sometimes."

I'm so close to asking him what is going on with him and his parents, but it isn't my business and I honestly don't give a damn about Finnick's relationship with Annie.

"That's okay," I say. "They seem really nice. I didn't mind."

"So what brings you here?"

"Thresh gave me my copy of the rewritten scene, so I came to drop off yours." I hand him his copy.

"Thanks." He places his copy down on his nightstand. "We should probably pick a date to practice."

"Any ideas?"

"Hmmm." Finnick heads over to his closet. "Tomorrow maybe?" He starts pulling out shirts and ties.

"That sounds alright. Just text me a time later."

"Will do." I'm about to walk out and then—"Does this go together?" Finnick asks me holding up an ugly orange shirt and tan pants.

Ugh, really? How can someone so pretty not know how to dress?

"Burn both of those things, for fucks sake," I say. "Anything else is better than that." Finnick nods, then pulls out plaid shirt. "God, you are hopeless." I go over to his closet and start going through it. "Honestly, Finnick, don't you have anything better to wear? You'd think a victor would have some better clothes." I pull out a pair of nice dark blue pants.

"Don't call me that," he says.

I raise an eyebrow. "A victor? Is someone being modest?"

"I just don't like it."

"What, you don't like being popular?" I ask, kind of surprised.

"I just think it shouldn't matter," he says. "If I'm being honest, sometimes I wish I did what you did and told Cash off."

I'm taking back by that. "You don't like Cash?"

"I do now. She has become one of my closet friends but…I'd prefer not having everyone obsess over me."

"Hm." I pick out a light green button down shirt. "This will go great with your eyes."

Finnick takes the outfit from me. "Thanks." He smiles. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Back at you, Odair."

On my way out, I run into Mr. Odair so I lie and say I'm going to wait for Finnick outside. Mr. Odair then walks me out and tells me how wonderful Finnick is and how he hopes we have a great date. I wait at the top of the stairs outside for Mr. Odair to drive off with Mrs. Odair. Mr. Odair waits in the car as Mrs. Odair quickly steps back inside for her purse. And that's when I see Annie.

"Annie," I say. "What are you doing here?" I go running down the stairs towards her and gently push her towards the bushes of the house. I need to make sure the Odairs don't see her.

Annie raises her eyebrow. She must be surprised to see me.

"Umm, it's Valentine's Day. Finnick and I have plans," she says in her annoying confused tone. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Cato?"

"Yeah. I was just dropping off the rewritten scene for Cinna's project. Now I'm just heading over there."

"Cool," She says. "I'm just gonna go see Finn now." Annie is about to turn around when Mrs. Odair comes out. I quickly spin Annie back towards me.

"What's the rush? It's so early. Why don't we just...get a coffee or something?" God. That was bad.

Annie gaps at me and I can't blame her. I've never really talked to Annie before because why would I? Little Miss goody two-shoes doesn't interest me.

She then says something as I see the Odairs drive away.

"I should get going. I'll see you and Odair at school." I mumble and quickly run off before Annie can ask me any questions.

Cato's house isn't that far from Finnick's. A five minute walk, give or take. This town is small enough that everyone knows where everyone else lives. New people who move into town aren't new for long.

I notice that Cato's driveway is empty when I arrive at his house. His parents must be on a date for Valentine's Day as well.

Cato greets me with a hug and a kiss. "You look beautiful," he says and kisses my cheek.

"And you look handsome," I say, noticing his white dress shirt and black jeans.

"Only the best for you."

I smile. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, valentine." There's another kiss on my cheek. "Let's get going." Cato closes the door behind him and holds my hand as we walk down the front steps of his house onto the sidewalk.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we walk down the street towards the center of town.

"So Glimmer didn't tell you?" Cato asks, surprised. "So she can keep a secret. Shocking."

"That's not an answer."

"Duh." I playfully hit Cato's shoulder. "For someone so tiny, you sure can hit. You're gonna leave a bruise one day," He jokes.

"Shut up," I say with a laugh. "You're like ninety-nine percent muscle. I think you can handle yourself."

"Speaking of handling yourself, how are your self-defense classes going?"

After the day I told my mom about the incident at Thanksgiving, she did a lot of things to make sure I was okay and to make sure I was safe. The second thing she did was sign me up for self-defense classes. The first was filing for full custody.

"Going great. I'm learning a lot."

"What kind—"

"Hey, how far are you on Cinna's project?" I ask to change the topic.

"Ugh. Can we not talk about that? This project is a nightmare."

I can't help but laugh a little. "And why is that?"

"My group is Delly, who is so much like Peeta but the perkiness is ten times as much. Madge, who isn't that bad but all she can do is whine about Mason and Hawthorne, and then there is annoying Annie. Agreeing on what to do for the project was impossible."

Annoying Annie?

"You don't like Annie?"

"What, you do?"

I shake my head. Annie has never done anything for me not to like her, but she hasn't exactly made me like her, either. "I just don't really care for her, but you kind of seem like you hate her."

"Why do you care?"

I don't care. Cato can hate Annie all he wants and it wouldn't bother me at all. It's just interesting to me.

"Glimmer was saying earlier how impossible it is to hate Annie or Peeta on account on how sweet they are."

"Guess she was wrong, then."

I let the conversation die there. It's Valentine's Day and I'd rather not spend it talking about victors I don't even care for.

Cato ends up taking me to dinner at the same place we had our first date. It's nothing fancy but that doesn't matter to me. Cato says he wants to replace the bad memory of the aftermath of our first date with something special. It's rather cheesy, but it's so sweet of him that I love it.

We end up talking about our first date. We laugh about how stupid Cato's moves on the date were and how stupid I was that I fell for the overly used moves. I tell Cato about how when instead of kissing my goodnight, he shook my hand was when I realized how much I liked him because I was disappointed when he didn't kiss me. That's when I knew I was a goner.

"What about you?" I ask. "When did you realize you were screwed?"

Cato laughs. "Honestly, when I went on those other dates after you and all I could think about was you. That never happened before."

"Don't I feel special?" I say. "What was it about me?"

"I still don't know, to be honest. Is it the fact that your laugh always makes me smile; that you call me out on my bullshit when no one else will; that you can always make me laugh; that you don't take crap from anyone; that when you care, you care deeply; that you don't need anyone looking after you but yourself; that you're brutally honest when it is necessary, or is it because you understand me? I'd say it's everything."

I smile. "Ever since we got together, I'd say I've never felt better about myself. I'm glad you aren't one of those boyfriends who thinks you always need to pay me compliments because it gets annoying and overwhelming, to be honest. I don't need roses in my locker or love notes from you everyday. What I need everyday is support and you give me that. No one's opinion means more to me than yours."

Cato reaches over the table for my hand and holds it. "I feel the same way."

…

After dinner, Cato says he has a surprise for me at his house.

I walk into Cato's room expecting something romantic to end our night with, but the only thing I see in the dark room is Cato's TV on hanging on his wall.

"This is what you wanted to show me?" I ask.

"Yup," Cato says. "My parents just got it for me. It's hooked onto the wall and has better quality than the TV in the living room. I thought we could watch a movie."

After a having a nice meal with Cato, I expected more then just watching a movie at the end of the night. Something a little more special than what we usually do during the weekdays. I can't help but be disappointed.

"Sure," I say, trying to mask the disappointment.

"Great," Cato says. "Let me just turn the lights on. Hold on."

Cato moves around his dark room and I'm very confused, because the light switch is right next to the door. What in the world is he doing? Then with the sound of a click, the room lights up.

I'm taken aback by the set up Cato has prepared for me. There are dozens of fairy lights hanging off the ceiling and lined around the perimeter of his bedroom floor. Red rose petals are scattered all over the floor. On the bed there is a bouquet of roses, a white teddy bear, and a box of chocolates. Then, there's Cato standing next to his bed holding a gift bag.

"Fooled you, didn't I?" Cato says, handing me the bag.

"Oh my God. Cato," I say. "I can't believe you did this for me. All of this?"

"Well, Marvel helped me set this up, so I can't take all the credit."

I take the bag from Cato and throw it on the bed. Cato looks mad for a second, but that quickly fades away when I pull him in for a kiss. He wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck. I pull away and rest my forehead against his.

"Remind me to thank Marvel later," I say.

"Never mention Marvel while we're kiss." Cato goes back to kissing me.

The kisses are innocent at first. Then there's a shift and suddenly I'm not comfortable anymore. I pull away from the kiss but Cato doesn't stop he just moves onto my neck.

"Cato," I say unease.

That grabs his attention. Cato immediately pulls away from me.

"Is something wrong?" he asks, concerned.

"I thought we were gonna watch a movie."

"Right. The DVDs are in the other living room so I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable." Cato rushes out the door.

I grab pillows off Cato's bed and set them on the floor. After that kissing, there is no way we are sitting on the bed. Truthfully, I don't like the idea of being in Cato's room anymore, but he seems really excited about watching the movie on his new TV. I sit on the floor with a pillow resting underneath my legs.

My cellphone starts to ring and I consider letting it go to voicemail because Cato should be back any second but the ringtone. It's my mom and she'd kill me if I don't pick up. I jump up and grab Cato's jacket on the bed remembering that I asked him to hold my cellphone. When I pull out my cellphone and answer before I even realize my cellphone isn't the only thing I took out of Cato's pocket. Then I drop my cellphone as I see what's in my hand, a condom.

"Hello?" I hear my mom's voice, but I don't feel like I have the energy to pick up the phone.

There are a million questions running through my mind right now. Why? Why does Cato have this? I—I can't handle this right now. I can feel my heart pounding as I freak out. Was he expecting something to happen? Did he plan to—

"Clove?!"

I quickly grab my cell from the floor. "Mom?"

"Why didn't you answer?"

"I—Sorry I wasn't getting service before."

"Is Cato there?"

"No. He is getting a movie for us to watch."

"Oh, a movie? Better be romantic. How was dinner, honey?"

"Fine," I say and right away I regret it. Mom knows me to well that 'fine' doesn't mean fine.

"What happened?"

"I don't think what I ate is sitting well with me. My stomach's feeling funny." It's not completely a lie. I feel like my stomach is going to fall out of me.

"Ask Cato for some medicine, honey. You don't want to ruin your first Valentine's with a stomach ache." It's not the stomach ache that ruined it.

"Will do, Mom."

"Alright. Well, I just wanted to check in before going to work. Remember, I'll be calling home at ten and you better be answering the phone. I'm giving you an hour more than usual since it's Valentine's Day and a weekend, but don't test me on this, Clove."

"Understood," I say and then Cato walks in. "I gotta go, love you, Mom."

"Love you! Bye, honey." I hang up.

"Your mom checking in, huh?" I nod. "What time do you need—" I raise my hand up with the condom between my fingers and Cato falls silent.

"W—why do you have this in your pocket?" I ask with a trembling voice.

Cato pauses for a moment but it seems like forever. "Why were you going through my stuff?"

What kind of an answer is that?

"I was getting my phone out of your jacket because my mom was calling and I just happened—" I cut myself off as I realize Cato is avoiding the question. "Don't turn this around on me. Answer the fucking question, Cato. Why do you have this?"

Cato hesitates. "Just in case."

"What is that suppose to mean?" I can feel myself get angry. "Do you just always have this on you, just in case?"

"No, of course not," Now Cato sounds mad. He has no right to be, it makes me sick. "Clove, why are you so mad? It's not like I did anything wrong. Sorry for trying to be prepared." The sarcasm he is using with me just makes me angrier.

"Nothing wrong? Are you kidding me? How about you talk to me?!" I shout. "Talk to me before you make a decision for the both of us!"

Cato doesn't look angry anymore. Now he's confused. "The both of us? Clove," His voice is gentle. "I wasn't going to pressure you." Cato moves towards me with his arms open and instead of accepting him, I shove him away.

"Then why didn't you talk to me first?" I ask. "What did you think was going to happen? We'd watch a movie then you'd just—," I close my eyes in an attempt to hide the tears building up.

"Clove," Cato whispers. "Don't be upset." Suddenly, I'm burying my face into his shoulder as he hugs me. "I get it. You don't want to and I respect that. You aren't ready. When you are—"

"No," I mumble, before lifting my head from his shoulder. "You don't get it, Cato. There isn't a when to talk about."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"It means I'm waiting until marriage."

"And when were you going to tell me this?" Cato's voice isn't gentle anymore, but rather on the harsh side.

I shrug, now feeling slightly attacked. "I guess when it came up."

Cato quickly pulls away from me. I watch as he walks over to his nightstand and pulls something from his drawer. It's a box of condoms and he bitterly mumbles, "Don't ever need these. Do I?" Then he aggressively throws the box into the trash bin beside him. "Thanks for the heads up, Clove. Really appreciate it. I'll get the movie ready while you go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. " Cato then proceeds to set up the movie with an obvious anger behind his movements.

I don't move for a moment, unsure of what to do. I'm not sure what I expected but the cold attitude from Cato wasn't it. I didn't feel care or support for me, only rejection. I can feel the tears coming back, so I rush out of the room and shut it behind me. I lean my back against the door and try to will myself back inside the room.

Don't let this ruin anything, I think to myself. This isn't a big deal. Cato is just being Cato. It isn't a big deal. I shouldn't have said anything. I—

I go to the bathroom. I can't go back to Cato looking like I've been crying in the hallway. All I need is to splash some cold water on my face and I'll be fine. I just need to pull myself together. I take one look in the mirror and everything changes.

I don't look anything like I did early. My hair isn't perfect like Glimmer intended it to be. My nose has a tint of pink color to it, as do my eyes. There are tracks of tears on my cheeks only being covered up the new tears falling. Instead of looking pretty for Cato, I look like a mess and it's all because of him.

Not a big deal, huh?

Without a second thought, I'm walking out of the bathroom and heading straight to the front door.

…

Going to Glimmer for support was a mistake. I should have known.

Instead of telling me that Cato was a jerk for his actions or even that I overreacted, she took a different route.

You should have slept with him, she said. Saving yourself for marriage? What are you, ten years old? Don't be stupid. Just open your legs and do it. What's the big deal?

I didn't think I'd be crying after I got off the phone with Glimmer. Then again, I didn't think Cato would be such a dick. Funny how things turn out, huh? I just hope Marvel doesn't take after our so-called friends.

I'm walking down the street alone, as it gets dark out, heading to Marvel's. I've given up on trying to stop crying by now. I'm just letting the tears come and go.

"Clove?" I stop dead in my tracks as I hear Gloss' voice. I turn to see that I happen to be passing by his house. Him and Peeta are standing by the doorway about to head inside.

"What are...?" His voice trails off as he notices the tears on my checks. "Do you want to come inside for a bit?"

I raise my eyebrow in response.

"We were just going to watch some movies and eat junk food," Peeta says. "You're more than welcome to join."

The plan was to go to Marvel's, but cooling off for a moment seems like a good idea.

I nod and they lead me inside.

I haven't been inside Gloss' house since that party from the beginning of the year. It looks different without all the clumps of people and horrible party lights. It seems very warm and homey.

Peeta and I sit on the white leather couch as Gloss turns the fireplace on. As the fire warms up, Gloss leaves the room leaving Peeta and me alone. I can feel Peeta's stare on me, but I choose to ignore it, not wanting to have to talk to Peeta.

Gloss comes back with two steaming mugs in his hands. He hands Peeta and me both a cup. "It's hot chocolate."

"Thanks," I say.

"So," Peeta says awkwardly. "Is everything okay? We're here to listen."

"In all honestly, no. Everything is not okay. Although I appreciate how much the two of you seem to care, even though we aren't friends, I'd rather not talk about it. I just...want to clear my head, I guess." I take a sip of the hot chocolate while I wait for them to take that all in. "So, was I interrupting something?"

"No, not really," Gloss says. "We were just hanging out."

"On Valentine's Day?"

"Well neither of us had dates, so we figured, why not?" Peeta says.

No dates? Coming from Peeta that doesn't seem surprising, but coming from Gloss?

I turn my attention to Gloss. "You couldn't get a date? Mr. Popular, rich and beautiful couldn't get a date?"

Gloss smirks. "Nope. No one was interested in me."

He is so lying. There is not one girl in school who wouldn't have said yes to a date with Gloss.

"Are you hungry?" Peeta asks me. "We already ate but we have leftovers."

"No, I'm okay."

"You sure? Cause Peeta cooked and oh god. He can cook. It was like heaven in my mouth." Gloss says.

I laugh a little. "I'm sure, Gloss. I already ate."

"In that case, I'll go make popcorn for two," Peeta says.

"The stuff is in the pool house," Gloss says. "Cashmere took the junk food there to prevent herself from eating it.

"Got it. Be right back." I wait until Peeta's out of the room fully before talking to Gloss.

"So, why don't you have a date tonight?"

"I already told you."

"You already told me a lie," I say. "You honestly expect me to believe you couldn't get a date?"

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

I snort. He is just fishing for compliments now. "You know very well why."

He smirks again. "Yeah."

"So what gives?" I ask. "Didn't want to leave Peeta alone?"

"Partly yeah, but that's not the whole reason."

"You know, Peeta is a big boy. He doesn't need you victors to protect him."

"Friends protect each other," his voice takes on a harsh tone. "They don't leave the other to cry while they go out on a date."

I can't help but feel like that's directed towards Glimmer and me.

"Yeah," I say, with an attitude. "They don't ruin each other's relationships, either. It isn't like Glimmer wanted to break up with him."

"What?" Gloss and I both turn towards the sound of Peeta's voice. He stands in the kitchen doorway with a confused look on his face.

"I thought you went to the pool house?" Gloss asks, slightly panicked.

"The door was locked," He says. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Wait," I turn back to Gloss. "Peeta doesn't know, does he?"

"Know what?" Peeta asks.

I turn back to Peeta very well determined to tell him everything I know.

"Clove, don't." Gloss says.

"Tell me, Clove."

"Your so called friends are the reason Glimmer broke up with you," I say. "We all know they never liked Glimmer but the fact that Mason threated Glimmer was totally uncalled for. Especially when they don't know everything."

"What else was there to know?!" Gloss shouts at me.

"How about the whole story!" I shout back.

"Don't even give me that shit, Clove. Annie heard everything," Gloss spits out at me.

"Oh really? Did she hear Glimmer talk about how sweet Peeta is? How she always feels great about herself because of him? How well he knows her? Cause I fucking did. I was actually in the room having the conversation with Glimmer unlike Annie."

"What the fuck is going on?" Peeta shouts and that shuts us up. "Can anyone tell me?"

"Sounds like a job for Gloss," I say sitting back on the couch. Peeta is not my friend. His anger is not my problem.

Gloss sends me a death glare before going over to Peeta.

I sit on the couch silently as I listen to Gloss tell Peeta his side of the story. Gloss tells Peeta how they were going to have Annie tell Peeta what she heard but Johanna let her anger get the best of her and went after Glimmer. Gloss admits Johanna did threaten Glimmer and it resulted in Glimmer agreeing to break up with him. Gloss says no one told him about it after what Johanna did because they all knew he'd be angry with them. It turns out they weren't wrong.

Peeta starts shouting at Gloss for lying to him and for getting involved in his relationship. Gloss gets fed up with Peeta yelling at him so he begins to yell back. Gloss defends them all by saying they were just trying to protect him. That does not help. Peeta goes on about how he doesn't need them to protect him and he can handle his own life. After thanking Gloss for ruining everything, Peeta storms out. Gloss takes out his cellphone and dials a number the second Peeta is out of the door.

"Make it quick, Gloss. Annie and I were kind of busy," Finnick says, answering the call.

"Keep it in your pants, Odair. We've got a problem."

"What's wrong?" Annie asks.

"Peeta knows."

"About Johanna?" Finnick asks. "That she broke him and Glimmer up?"

"What else, dumbass?" Gloss says, and I can't help but smile at that.

"Is he okay?" Annie asks, very concerned.

"He is pissed. He stormed off after screaming his head off at me. I never knew Peeta could get so angry."

"How'd he find out?"

"Well…Clove stopped by—"

"Why would she tell him?!" Annie shouts. "It's not like Glimmer is moping around. She just had to tell him and for what? Just to mess with us?"

I roll my eyes. God! As if I didn't have anything better to do then mess with them. It just happened. I didn't plan it.

"It wasn't like that, Annie."

Yes! Thank you, Gloss.

"Clove did seem bitter when she stopped by my house," Finnick says. "Well, more bitter than usual."

Oh, wow. Thanks, Odair. Last time I fucking help you with your outfit. I should have let him go on that date with that ugly ass shirt.

"I didn't call you guys to hear you trash Clove," Gloss shouts and it surprises me. "It wasn't her fault."

What? I mean, it was my fault. Peeta wouldn't have found out if it wasn't for me.

"Why so defensive, Gloss?" That's what I want to know. Thanks for asking that, Annie. "This is Clove after all."

"Annie," Finnick says. "Let's just focus on Peeta right now. He's probably really upset with us."

"Just warn Jo, guys. I can't get a hold of her." Gloss then throws his phone furiously on the coffee table then falls onto the couch next to me and buries his face in his hands.

I sit silently for a moment unsure how to react. I just caused Peeta and Gloss to fight, Peeta to storm off pissed as hell, and Peeta to possibly never trust his friends again. Yet when Finnick and Annie blame me for everything, Gloss defends me? Why would he do that?

"I'm sorry," I tell him. "I shouldn't have said anything."

Gloss finally removes his face from his hands and looks at me. "You shouldn't be sorry. We should have told him the truth from the beginning. Peeta is right. It is his relationship and we had no right to end it for him. He is never gonna trust us again. We fucked up so bad. I feel like such an asshole. I knew this was gonna end badly but did I do anything about it? No. I just followed along like the fucking idiot I—"

"Stop," I nearly shout. "Gloss, this isn't you fault either. Was it a horrible plan? Of course it was. Any plan would have been a horrible plan. You tell Peeta, then he talks to Glimmer, she denies everything and they stay together. Don't tell him, they stay together. Peeta was gonna find out eventually but getting down on yourself isn't going help the situation."

"Was it true?"

"Was what true?" I ask, confused.

"Glimmer using Peeta," He says. "Annie said you and Glimmer were talking about it."

No matter how upset I am at Glimmer about tonight, there is no way I'm ratting her out. But here is Gloss who feels like crap about what he did to his friend and he doesn't even know if it was true.

"Would Annie lie about something like that?" Gloss just stares at me. He seems to understand my answer. "Well, I think I've caused you and your victors enough trouble for one night. So, I'm just going to go before your sister gets home and goes crazy seeing me. " I get up and go to the door without another word. My hand is on the handle when—

"I got asked out by many for tonight," Gloss says. I remove my hand from the door handle and turn back towards Gloss. He is now standing up. "There were so many cards stuffed in my locker, so many numbers—"

"Okay, stop bragging and get to the point," I say, slightly annoyed.

Gloss lets out a laugh. "The point is, none of them were from the girl I was hoping for."

Oh, he has a crush? I wonder who the lucky girl is.

"Why are you waiting around from her to ask you? That is your fucking problem right there. She probably doesn't even know you are interested in her."

"She definitely doesn't know. She is so blind."

"Then tell her," I say. "Don't just wait around."

"It's not that simple," He says moving closer to me but he stops half way. "I think telling her would cause more problems then solve them."

I narrow my eyes at his response. Not that simple? It sounds like Gloss is being over dramatic. Why would telling this girl cause so many problems for Gloss? Who is he talking about? Annie? Maybe Johanna? His closest friends and both are dating another one of his friends. Whoever it is, it isn't my business to ask for a name.

"Well clearly just do nothing isn't helping you out." I move away from the door, meeting Gloss where he stopped. "How can you stand not knowing how she feels about you?"

"I can't," Gloss says, looking down at the floor. "It has been driving me crazy not knowing how she feels. It's not like I don't flirt with her when I get the chance, and part of me thinks it feels like she is flirting back, but I can't tell. She is too unpredictable to know what's on her mind. That has to be the part I like about her the most."

When Gloss talks, there is always this natural confidence in his voice. He always seems to know what he's doing, whether it is talking his way out of a problem or having a casual conversation. I haven't heard the confusion and frustration in his voice before until now. Gloss is in really deep and the girl doesn't even know it. Whoever she is, she is lucky.

"Gloss, look at me." He does. "Now listen to me. Are you listening?" He nods, looking me right in the eyes. "If you don't do anything soon, you'll miss your shot. So do me a favor and tell her. No matter what."

"No matter what?" Gloss asks, and his voice is softer than usual.

I nod. "It'd be a fucking shame if she miss her chance to be with a guy like you."

"A guy like me? What do you mean?"

I roll my eyes. "You're just fishing for compliments now. Aren't you?"

Gloss smirks slightly. "Maybe. I just…"

He says nothing. Gloss just keeps staring at me and I don't like it at all. I'm not an idiot. He is looking for something to happen. First of all, Gloss is stupider than he looks if he thinks I'd ever cheat on Cato. I don't care how upset I am with Cato; I'd never do that to him. Second of all, what girl would be all for hooking up with a guy literally right after he talks about how in love he is with another girl? What is he thinking? He is hurt, I'll give him that. One of his best friends did just scream at him. He feels like shit for what he's done. Gloss is just looking for comfort. I get that but I'm not that kind of person.

"I need to go," I say. "Cato is probably worried about me."

The mention of Cato seems to cause some effect to Gloss. He tenses up and now his smile is gone.

"Of course," he says and I can hear the disappointment in his voice.

"Thanks for the company."

Gloss nods at my words. "Any time."

I give Gloss a small wave as I leave his house and head to Marvel's.

Next chapter won't be up until I update "What I Wouldn't Do". I'll start on that asap. Until then...

Any ideas to who the girl Gloss is talking about it? I hope you know (I tired to make it obvious but idk if i did).

Since it has been forever I think I should give you guys some spoilers. So spoiler number one, next chapter will be Gloss' POV. Spoiler number two, you'll for sure know who the girl Gloss keeps talking about is.

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