<Johanna's POV>

Of course the one mom in the friend group gets sent to go get feminine products for Clove and stuff for a hangover concoction. We all just barely made it home after the party when I was given a shopping list and sent on my way. Of course they at least gave me time to put a black t shirt on before I left. I walk around the aisles holding the feminine products, searching for the stuff Peeta added on my list. Some people stare at me disapprovingly. Not a new thing, anyways I get it. I smell like cigarettes, I've have second day makeup on, I'm in jeans shorts and a baggy men's t shirt that hangs slightly to low, and I am still wearing my black heels from last night. Great tight black shorts, big black t shirt, and black heels, what a model. Not to mention my black hair with red tips is tied up in a scraggly knot on top of my head. The tattoo on my arm stands out, adding to the punk appearance. My rings making amusingly clinking sounds as I wiggle my fingers in boredom. I cannot find these naked juices Peeta is talking about. My heels click on the ground as I walk around frustrated. I get so caught up in looking at the shelves that I run right into someone. I gasp and step back. "Oh shit sorry I'm a fucking disaster," I exclaim while looking up at who I bumped into. Bright blue eyes and ash blonde hair meet my vision. They are all to familiar. Of all people it had to be him! Chase smirks and raises his eyebrows.

"Nice outfit," he says while holding in a laugh. I roll my eyes and try to get past him. "No better than mine," he says cockily while blocking my path. Okay ew, gross, discusting, cocky men, no thank you.

"Nice ego," I mutter while trying to walk away again. He grabs my arm from behind me and I see the circle scar from my cigarette on his forearm. I don't take more than a second to look at it though. At the sudden contact between us I grab his arm and attempt to flip him over my shoulder. I succeed and he slams onto the ground. His hands rub the back of his head.

"Excuse me miss! We are going to have to ask you to leave!" A worker shouts. I chuck the tampons at the man and begin to storm away.

"Fine by me, everyone knows your tampons aren't absorbent enough anyway," I yell to him as I strut away.

"Hey stop," Chase yells to me. I do stop in my tracks and turn on my heel to look at the poor excuse of a man. My arms cross over my chest impatiently. "It's really my fault sir, my good looks were just to much for her to handle," he says jokingly. Of course he wouldn't take this seriously. I roll my eyes.

"If I wanted to kill myself I would jump from your ego to your IQ," I say and then once again make my way towards the door. I hear loud obnoxious footsteps behind me and roll my eyes. I can't shake this guy off my back. This time I don't stop or look back at him, I just push open the door and spot my car. Just as I am a few yards from my car Chase shouts at me.

"Hey can't you at least tell me your name?" He asks from a distance.

"Mason," I shout back carelessly as I reach my car.

"That's your first name?" He asks confused. I shake my head and open the car door.

"Nope," I tell him nonchalantly as I sit down in my car.

"Well then what is it?" He asks smirking. Idiot. I don't answer him instead I start the car and drive forward nearly hitting him. Chase jumps back with wide eyes. "Hey hey hey calm!" He yells.

"Either get out of my fucking way or get in the God forsaken car!" I scream at him. Chase smiles and moves quickly around the car into the passengers seat.

"This is a lot better then being smeared all over the front of your car," Chase says with that disgusting smirk still on his cocky jock face. I just let out a huff of air and start driving home. In the process I turn on the radio then click aux so it plays the music off my playlist. Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit comes on and I tap my finger to the beat for a little while until I realize Chase us singing the lyrics. Every single word he belts out happily. I shoot him a glare that he doesn't see. To block out the noise I open the windows, but this only causes him to sing louder. I roll my eyes as I drive and skip to Joan Jett's Bad Reputation. For a split second Chase is quiet before he starts yelling these lyrics as well. I widen my eyes angrily and switch the song once again. This time New Americana by Halsey blasts through my speakers. Chase's voice booms the lyrics and I begin to drive faster. My knuckles turn white because they are gripping the steering wheel so hard.

"Stop doing that!" I demand. Chase looks at me confused.

"What?" He asks. I close the windows as I drive home.

"Knowing the lyrics!" I scream. Chase puts his hands up.

"Stop playing good songs," he protests. I take a sudden sharp right turn and see Chases head hit the side in the car and then I stop short. Chase feels his forehead as he cringes. Before he has a chance to say anything I speak up.

"What did you say?" I snarl.

"I- what the- I said stop playing good music," Chase repeats as he checks himself for blood or any serious damage but I just keep my eyes locked on him angrily.

"No, no one in this fucked up town likes the music I do. Have you been stalking me?" I ask. Chase shakes his head.

"Hey Mason, don't get your panties in a bunch, other people can like Halsey, and Nirvana, and Joan Jett, and whatever else you have on that blessed playlist," Chase explains. I stare at him for a good five minutes, not moving, before I start the car again and start to drive home again. When This Is Gospel comes on I hear Chase muttering the lyrics. I hold out for as long as I can but after the song is half over I can't take it anymore. I love this song to much. I roll down the windows and then turn up the music as high as it can go. I start belting out all the words with my scratchy voice as I drive fast through this town. Chase yells them with me and I catch the satisfied smile on his face. The wind tosses short pieces of hair that couldn't make it into the bun all around my face.

Only after the song is over do I realize I still need groceries. Chase and I pull into a other store and buy what is needed and then in a matter of minutes I am home with someone who doesn't even know my name. Chase's eyes widen at the sight of the monstrous house. I roll my eyes as I unplug my phone and shove it in my bra like a natural instinct. "You can stop eye fucking it now, it's not all mine." And that's the only warning I give him before we walk into the house full of three pregnant women, hungover young adults, a mischievous toddler, and a girl on her period.

A/N I don't know if this story is off hold or not. Anyways here is a crappy chapter yay