Author's Note: I know, I know. I have so many things to update, but right now, I am starting a BRAND NEW, totally been done before, but I don't really care, fanfiction! It is about…wait for it…dramatic pause….CATO AND CLOVE! I really hate Glimmer and Cato, because DUH, District 2 boy + District 2 girl = LOVE!
Disclaimer: Do I own the Hunger Games? PLEASE! If I owned the Hunger Games, I would be filthy rich, rolling around in money, but before that, I would somehow make Rue, Finnick, Cinna, and Prim survive. So, no, I do not, to say the least.
Warning: If you have not read the Hunger Games, I advise that you don't read this!
P.S. Well, my first draft of this got deleted, so I had to retype it! I remember most of it, except for the last part. And that is only because I wrote down on paper the first parts, and typed up the rest. So, excuse me if I changed some stuff.
Cato Lawrence's POV
I stare at Clove, across the room, looking gorgeous, throwing knives. She doesn't need the practice, but hey, we Careers make ourselves look as intimidating as possible.
"2! You're up!" the trainer shouts at me. I take a deep breath, and begin the ropes course. I complete it perfectly, scoff at the others, and leave to go to the swords, conveniently right next to the knives, where Clove is.
"Hey, Clovey," I say, casually.
"Cato," she nods, and pierces the dummy's heart, with her throwing knife. I look over my shoulder, and see the 12 boy, doing camouflage, with the 12 girl. "Oh, so now you're interested in the losers. They're from 12, they don't even deserve your time," Clove sneers.
"You're right," I tell her, and wrap my arms around her waist.
"Aren't I always?" she asks, and then notices the other tributes looking at us. "Follow my lead," she whispers, and pushes me away. "Trying to steal my knife, are you? I don't think so!" she shouts.
"I'm not trying to steal your knife!" I yell back, playing along.
"Then what are you doing?" she questions. I was not prepared for this question.
"Reaching over your tiny, twig-like body, to get another knife," I scream.
"Oh, you want to go right now, Lawrence? Forget the arena, I'm ready to go right now!" she screeches.
A trainer comes, and shrieks, "There will be no fighting before the arena!"
"Come to my room after this," Clove whispers, as she leaves.
Switching to Clove Duncan's POV
Even if the trainer was mad, that was kind of fun. It gave me a sense of what it would be like if I were to actually get in a fight before the arena. I know now. The trainer will get really mad. I strip down, and step into the hot shower. District 2 may be favored by the Capitol, but at the end of the day, we're still slaves, and hot water is considered a luxury.
When I step out of the shower, I get into silky pajamas, and walk out of the bathroom. I see Cato sitting on my bed, playing with one of the pillows.
"Hello, Clove," Cato says.
"Hello, Cato," I say, just as casually. Cato stands up, and hugs me. I flop onto the bed, and Cato comes down, too.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Cato asks. Really, this is secretive. No one knows that we are in love. No one can know. We are Careers. We are meant to kill. I shrug.
"If it came down to it, would you kill me?" I ask, abruptly.
"Never. I could never kill you," Cato says, faithfully.
"I could never kill you, either. But in the arena, answers change. We are no longer are in love," I point out.
"Never say that again. I love you. I could never stop. I will never stop," Cato tells me, and then pulls me in for a kiss. I love him.
Author's Note: So, love it? Hate it? Tell me what you think. Should I continue or not? You could tell where it cut off, couldn't you? I also remembered stuff along the way. Yes, the characters are OOC, but don't worry, we will get to the Games! So please review! Later!