SUPER RICH KIDS

best i ever had

Warnings: Mentions of sex in detail, consumption of drugs, the inhalation of drugs & vulgar language.
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Everybody in District 2 knew that Cato Hadley wasn't a shy guy, especially when it came to his proclivity for womanising and underage boozing. Therefore, it wasn't unusual for Cato and his friend to indulge in rather loud and crass conversations, regarding their sex lives. Most people thought that their ability to have such vulgar conversations, in public with ease, was the product of bad parenting. However, it was simply the product of years of confidence and ego boosting.

However this time was different, Cato found himself either unable, or unwilling to brag about his most recent relation— He hadn't quite yet figured out why. There was something different that time, something that told him bragging about it would be incredibly disrespectful to her, and would jeopardise what they had. Cato wasn't always known for being the most respectful person towards women, that's why it was incredibly confusing to his best friend Lysander, when all of a sudden he'd become the most respectful man in District 2. "Cato how long have we known each other?" Lysander asked, sinking onto the black leather couch in the corner of Cato's room.

"Twenty years," He replied, taking a long drag from the joint his friend had brought over. "Why?"

"Exactly, so I'm a little confused about why you still think you can hide things for me." He said, taking the joint from Cato, whom was sat opposite her.

"I don't know what you're talking about—"

"Cut it out with the bullshit, Cato." He interjected, cocking up an eyebrow. "You spent the night with Clove, and haven't looked at another woman since. Since you're ignoring all the girls you've fucked before, they're coming to me for company." He said with a scoff, "Not that I'm complaining." He added, with a sly smirk.

"I don't know." Cato mumbled, immediately exhaling the smoke, he'd just inhaled. "Fine." He said with an eye roll, "What do you want to know?"

"You gave us little to no details after that night," He said leaning back into his seat, bringing his glass full of brown liquor up to his lips. "I want to know what was so good about her cunt, that you've changed yourself completely."

Cato's insides secretly grimaced at the way his best friend spoke about his girl so crudely, he thought about shutting it down but ultimately decided against it for two reasons in particular: One, he didn't want to draw more attention to the fact that a one night stand had turned into way more than he cared to admit, and two, he was in no position to criticise the way Lysander spoke about women considering he was exactly the same nothing short of seven months ago. "Well the first time we ever slept together, she was a virgin—"

"Good on you." Lysander chuckled with a grin
that Cato could've slapped right off his face.

"You know I thought it was the usual process, fuck her, and forget about her. But you know what virgins are like, I had to get her relaxed, loosen her up a bit—" He said, trailing off, with a reminiscent smirk.

"What'd she taste like?" He mumbled, allowing the effects of the weed to overt come his body.

Cato contemplated his response for a brief moment, from the way he saw it he had two
options: Lie and by some miracle seem less whipped than he actually was, which most likely wouldn't work out in his favour— After all he was talking to his best friend, who knew him like the back of his own hand. His second option was to
come clean, and maybe Lysander would decipher the feelings that he could not. "Like fucking, heaven." He murmured absentmindedly, his eyes widening as he realised the confession he'd just made.

"What?" Lysander asked in shock, slowly lifting himself up, from his lying back position. "Seriously?"

"Yes." Cato sighed, taking another swig from his almost empty glass.

"Isn't that usually transactional with you? You know give something back, get something in return?"

"It's usually always exactly like that..." He muttered in response, rolling his eyes slightly as he did so. "Not with her though, fuck." He sighed deeply, unable to prevent the smile of satisfaction that overtook his features, when he reminisced.
"The next time we were alone, I begged her to let her me eat it again."

"You begged her?!" Lysander exclaimed, shooting into an upright position. "Jesus, I feel like I'm in some alternate universe."

"If there's anyone that feels that way, it's me." He scoffed, "The first time we fucked,   easily the fastest I've ever came." He said spending another moment, reminiscing on that night. "I think I'm broken."

"You're not broken Cato," Lysander said with a laugh, "You're in love."

Cato's head snapped towards his friend with a look of surprise and confusion, "Love? Most definitely not."

"You are." Lysander said.

"No, no I'm not. I don't even know what it's like to be in love."

"Okay." Lysander said in defeat, "You may not love her, but you most defiantly like her."

"Of course I like her." He said with an absent shrug, "She's got a perfect cun—"

"Alright Cato." Lysander interrupted with a sly smile.

Although Cato's joke had been somewhat crude and potentially offensive, he'd never admit the truth which was, Clove had peaked his interest more than he cared to admit. To his best friend, to himself, and more importantly to her.

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Best I ever had, Drake.