Preacher's Daughter: A Modern Clato Fanfic

Chapter 1

Cato Hadley groaned as he stepped out of his mom's car. With his backpack slung over his shoulder and aviators over his eyes, the boy stared at what his mother called their new home. "You have got to be kidding me..." he murmured as his mom got one of her many bags out from the trunk, smile on her face. "Isn't this great?" she asked him, ever so chipper. "Smile. Cato! Isn't it beautiful?" 

No, it was not "beautiful". In fact, Cato shuddered at the thought of the inside of the home. The outside was bad enough; it looked like someplace his grandmother would live in. "Um, no," Cato said, rolling his eyes. Mrs. Hadley gave him a stern look before walking up the driveway to the front door. 

The blonde followed the woman, annoyed look on his face. This was not his idea of fun. He should really be hanging with his friends, talking about the latest party that was to be thrown. Not. Here. Not in Elmore City, Oklahoma, where the population is completely minuscule compared to that of Miami. 

"Cato!" Mrs. Hadley called over her shoulder, rolling her eyes at the teen. "Bring your bags up to your room, and start unpacking. Get the sheets on the bed and start hanging things up in the closet. I want as much done today as possible. Oh, and if you could help bring the rest of the boxes inside of the house, that would be great." 

Cato huffed as he trudged up the stairs, found his room, and slammed the door. He didn't care what his mother had to say about it. This was not  going to work. He was still going to be the same Cato he was in Florida, nothing was going to change his attitude or his behaviour, for that matter. 

With a smug look on his face, Cato tossed his things on the floor, and set to work. But not before blasting his rap music on his phone. And just to aggravate the woman downstairs, he choose the most inappropriate song he could find. 

***

Clove Sevina smiled to herself as she made her way to her friend Jackie's house, a light breeze tickling her cheeks. The sun was out, it wasn't too hot or cold, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sky was also blue as could be, and Clove thought it was a beautiful day. 

She made sure to ring the doorbell only once, and waited patiently as Jackie bounded down the stairs and answered the door. "Clove!" Jackie exclaimed as she pulled the ebony haired girl into a light hug. "How are you doing?" 

"Good," Clove responded, following the redhead up to her room. "And yourself?" It was always the polite thing to do if you were asked the question yourself. "Fine, thank you," was Jackie's reply. 

Jackie and Clove took a seat on the bed, and both cast each other smiles. "So," Jackie began with, sparking up a conversation. "Did you hear? We've got some new folks in town." 

Clove raised her eyebrows. "We do?" It wasn't rare for everyone in town to know about newcomers. There were so little people there, that word traveled fast. Jackie nodded before telling Clove, "Yeah. A woman and a boy. I think he's around our age, in the same grade. We might have him in some classes. Apparently, the woman got a new job here and wanted to make a better life for her son. I heard they're from Miami." 

"Oh," Clove said, glancing down to her lap. Her father always made everyone feel welcome, so that meant having them over to their house for dinner. At first, Clove didn't mind the strangers in her home. It was, after all, a chance to socialize and get to know people. But then, as more people moved and they had people over who were leaving for good, it got tiring. Clove didn't like sitting through the same old thing: The nice to meet yous, the I'm very happy you're heres, the you're always welcomes. It was admittedly annoying. 

Jackie bit her lip, and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Don't tell anyone I told you this, because it isn't right to intrude on their personal lives, but I heard from someone who shall remain nameless that this guy is a troublemaker. That's why they moved here. Because he always acts out. He used to stay out late partying, drinking, and who knows what else. He was a womanizer, his looks attracting almost anybody. He seems like your type." 

"My type?" Clove nearly shouted, placing a hand over her heart. "Since when is someone like that, my type?" If this kid acted like that, there was absolutely no way her father would allow any sort of relationship between the two of them. 

"He's blonde, tall, and has blue eyes. Although this all could be made up, I'm telling you Clove, be careful at that dinner. He could be dangerous." 

Clove nodded, processing her friend's words in her head. 

She promised herself she would not fall for his charms. She wouldn't give in to whatever crazy desire she may have. She would sit through dinner and be respectful, but after that, she wouldn't interact such a human with that behaviour again. 

Not at all. 

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Just so you know, I am Christian, but sorry if I mix up any of the religious parts in this. I apologize in advance. 

Also, the town this is in (Elmore City, Oklahoma) is actually where Footloose takes place. Maybe that will help you set the scene and how the people there act!