Hey guys! I know it's been a reaaaalllly longgggggg wait but I can explain. So, I've moved to another state and I've been busy enrolling in a new school for Junior year. Being a transfer student isn't that great, so pray for me! And I've also been signing up for confirmation classes at church and taking tests. Oh, and studying french. Alright so I'll stop rambling about my boring life and here's what you really want to read.

As always, thank you to every single one of you who supports this fic.

-Pam

Cato

Royal Place Hotel | 7:00 am | MI

I wake up to the sound of construction, actually it's my pounding headache. I sit up and bring my right hand up to my temples. The perks of being hung over: none. I look on the side to find a thin blond with curves and a body that many girls would kill for. She's still asleep and she has no clothes whatsoever. I smirk at the thought of these girls being so easy. I mean, I am Cato Reynald, who could resist me? I decide to get up before this chick wakes up and starts planning a second date. I don't want to hear any of that bullshit. I get dressed quietly then go to the bathroom to take a piss and wash my face. I check myself in the mirror, I don't look that fucked up, not as fucked up as I should look after last night. My head is still pounding when I go down to the lobby to check out. I go to the counter and greet Roger. He takes a look at me and shakes his head like he does every time I come here.

" , ready to check out?" he asks.

"Yeah, the girl is still up there though, so just kick her out if she's not out soon." I say.

"Do you even know her name, Mr. Reynald?" he scolds at me while he says this.

"Roger, you know I don't care what her name is or who she is. But since you insist, we'll call her hot girl number….I lost count." I chuckle and roger shakes sighs deeply and shakes his head. He passes me a bottle of water and an Alka-Seltzer for my hangover.

"Should I reserve for next Friday again, sir?"

"No, not this weekend, Roger. It's Daniel's birthday. I'm thinking of taking him somewhere since my parents won't probably even remember." I reply.

Roger nods. I slip on my black ray bans and head out the doors. I walk out and the valet guy brings my black Lamborghini Gallardo. Present from my very loving, parents. I get inside and start driving home. I stop at the light and a group of three attractive blond girls pass by. They walk slower so I notice them. It's crystal clear that they've already fallen for me and my car. That's what pretty girls want; attractive and rich. God, I'm so fucking bored. It has become so predictable. I've never had a problem getting a girl. I just wish they'd be more…different, smarter. Make you work for it a little bit more, you know? I want to be entertained.

The light switches to green and I press on the gas.

Katniss

Pinecrest Community | 2:30 | MI

I turn on Oak Street and see there's a gate up ahead. Great, a gated community. I pull up to the window of the security hut. I look at the stone to my right and it reads: Welcome to Oak Hills. The middle-aged man asks for my name and the name of the person I'll be visiting. He has a clipboard and by the looks on his face, he takes his job very seriously.

"Um..I'm Katniss Everdeen. I'm here to see for a job offering." I say.

"May I see your ID, ?" He asks.

I hand him my ID. He checks it and hands it back to me.

"Alright, you're all set and good luck; you'll need it." He tells me without even smiling.

"Umm okay? thanks." I reply. Huh? Whatever this man is talking about just makes me even more nervous and confused.

I pull up the Reynald's home and it's one of the most luxurious and beautiful houses I've ever seen. The exterior looks like it's been ripped out of a million dollar listings magazine. Modern and grand. I park my car and get off. I walk towards the entrance and spot a black Lamborghini parked in the driveway. No wonder the security man wished me good luck. These people are drowning in money. They won't hire me, they obviously need someone who's older, more mature, experienced with children. The only reason I'm really here is for Daniel. I saw myself in him at that grocery store. I don't want him to feel the same loneliness I felt back then.

I knock three times but no one answers. I decide to turn the knob and to my surprise, it's open. I step inside and I'm taken aback. This is crazy! How can houses like this exist? How can people with children live in this? Don't get me wrong, the house is filled with the finest décor and the brightest chandeliers I've ever seen but it feels so…cold. Figuratively of course. For a 6 year old, this wouldn't feel so family friendly. It's too perfect.

"Is anybody home?" I call out as I move further in the house.

After searching the first floor, the hairs on back start to rise and I become tenser. I start remembering this TV show I was watching where a rich family would lure young girls in just to murder them. I push the thought aside and as I'm walking, I turn my head back to see if I see anyone in the hallway. Then I bump hard against someone's chest.

"Oh, shit!" I scream and I bring both of my arms up this person's chest to push myself away. The first thing I see when I look up are a pair of eyes so blue, so..unfathomable. This guy isn't a murderer but his eyes already killed me.