Cato's POV
To some people it could be clarified as a car but there was no way on heaven and earth that Cato was getting in the death trap of a car. It probably had been a really cool car once, like in the age of dinosaurs, but now it was far from it. Cato wasn't scared of many things but this rust bucket of a car made the list. He just stared blankly at the death trap on wheels.
"Problem Rich boy? Never seen anything like, have you. It's called being poor." Clove hopped in the driver's seat and patted the vinyl seat next to her. Normally Cato would protest, wanting to be a gentleman in all, but Clove was most likely a feminist and Cato didn't really have a suicide wish. Cato slid into the passenger seat wordless and closed the door.
" What's wrong? You've haven't been this quite since I told you I was pregnant and you about passed out."
"Nothing..."
"Cato I've know you less than a month and I can tell your lying."
"Nothing's wrong Clove!" Cato snapped. In truth something was wrong and Cato was trying to hid it from Clove. There was know way he could do this. If he stayed he would just hurt Clove and the baby. He couldn't be a father how could he break this to Clove. This relationship would be toxic for all. he only came to tell Clove this. Cato thought that Cove deserved to hear that face to face. He just stared out of his window at the streets if Hollywood. Only Cloves constant talking kept him from crying in front of Clove. Be strong Cato be strong. He cursed himself for wanting to show weakness.
"So where's this pizza place?" Clove asked
"Huh" Cato said blinking.
"Pizza? You said you knew a place..."
"Oh yeah, it's right there." He pointed to some random pizza place.
"Pepper's Palace of Pizza's, sounds decent..." Clove pulled the car into a spot in the parking lot and got out. Cato remained in the car.
"Go on in. I need to make a phone call." Clove shrugged and headed inside. Cato pulled out his phone and texted Marvel.
Marvel... Help me! I can't do this!
A couple minuets later Marvel texted back.
What r u doing?
Cato automatically texted back
About to go to lunch with Clove.
Marvel texted back almost immediately
Clove? WTH Cato! I thought you weren't going to be part of her life!
Cato replied.
I no. I decided to go see her. I made a bad decision. I can't do this! What am I going to do Marvel?
Idk. It's your problem gtg Cato.
Fat lot of help Marvel was. Cato punched the roof of the car. Part of the ceiling crumbled into his lap. What a crappy day this was turning out to be. Cato sighed and headed into the restaurant.
sorry for the short chapter I just wanted to get something posted. If I get 35 follower/favorites I will announce the gender. Review please