<Johanna's POV>

Everyone fell asleep at Madge's place last night. Right when I woke up I went into Madge's room stole a sports bra and shorts and now I am currently walking around in just that as everyone else sleeps. My makeup from yesterday is still semi in tact.

I wander into the kitchen and try not to step on anyone. Placing a cigarette in between my lips I walk to the window in the kitchen and light the cancer stick. I just breathe with my black hair trailing messily down my back. I hear a noise behind me. The smell of strong cologne fills my nose and I twitch. Swiftly I spin around on my heels and hit them in the arm with my cigarette tip. The person yells out. It's a boy I've never met but I must admit he is quite attractive. Tan skin, bright blue eyes, short light brown hair. I try not to look impressed. ''Well fuck, your rep is not a lie." I smirk and take a drag. I look at the circle mark on his arm from the tip of my cigarette. It's pretty bad and I try not to care.

"Might want to cover that up," I exclaim blowing smoke to his face. Moving from the sink I allow him to run his arm under cold water as I watch him intently. "You look familiar," I claim. He looks up at me.

"Oh you must of seen my brother, Nate," he says. That name is definitely familiar. Oh he's the guys I punched and kicked in the balls.

"Ya we met briefly," I say, obviously as an under statement. He smiles.

"Ya he is kinda a dick," he says no louder than a whisper. "Still better than my even older brother," he says softer than a whisper. I barely catch the sound of his voice. "Anyways I'm Chace," he says holding out his arm that isn't burned. I carelessly hand him my cigarette, no longer interested in it. "Nice outfit," he says laughing a bit. I glance down at my shorts and borrowed sports bra.

"Ya, would look better if I didn't have that little extra baby weight," I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Your a mom?" He says in total disbelief. I nod.
"And what does the father think of that?" Chace asks disdainfully. My heart falls.

"I'm sure he would love to tell you but he's not around," I say, trying desperately to keep my tears at bay.

"Ahh, he is one of those guys that leaves at the first sight of family," Chace says. I shoot him an icy glare.

"He died before I even knew," I snarl. Looking out the window I hold onto he edge of the counter and squeeze till my knuckles turn white. My eyes remain squeezed shut as I hold back my feelings.

"Hey, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Chace asks. A single tear slips. I see Cato coming towards us.

"Hey, hey!" He shouts to Chace, assuming that he hurt me. Cato gathers me into his arms and I hold onto him tightly, hiding my face. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Cato snarls. Chace puts up his hands in defense.

"Hey man I'm sorry,
We were just talking and we got on the topic of love lives," Chace sugar coats. I don't blame him. "Are you two together?" He asks confused. Clove walks past Chace and guards my back.

"No I'm with him, we are just a very close knit group," Clove says. That's an understatement. Chase keeps his hands up to show he comes in peace.

"Hey man, I didn't do anything, I was just trying to be friendly," Chase claims. I take my head away from Cato's shirt.

"Try getting with someone else, she-"

"Cato, it's fine," I say holding his arm. Cato stays alert but stops talking.

"I won't approach her again, sorry man," Chase says quickly while walking away.

And with that Chase walks out the front door. Chase. Forget about it Johanna. I tell myself. You don't need a man.

"You sure your okay Jo?" Clove asks. I nod my head.

"Ya um Thresh came up and I freaked out." I assure Clove and Cato. Chase. Interesting.

A/N Short but cute I hope. I haven't updated in like a month and I'm freaking out cause I had to put like half my stories on hold and this one still kind of is, sorry babes.