Chapter 1 Cato's P.O.V
"Ladies first!" announced our annoying escort. She was the biggest idiot in the world, with her crazy clothes and hair. She walked over to the reaping ball with the girls names.
"Clove Kentwell!" I couldn't believe my ears. How could it be Clove? I remember when she cut her hand accidentally in training. I went over to help her, so I was cleaning and putting a bandage on it when I looked in to her eyes and it felt like I had been hit in the gut. She was so beautiful and I just wanted to stay with her forever. Sure, I had dated a lot of girls and I hooked up with random girls at clubs, but none of them made me feel this way.
But now she was going to the Hunger games where she was sure to be killed. We hada few 18 year old girls, but I don't know why none of them volunteered. Obviously, Clove was the best knife-thrower we had, but she was only 15! Maybe they wanted to see if she could win.
Before I knew it, Clove was on the stage. She looked incredible with a black dress on, standing tall and proud with a grimm smile on her face. Our escort then picked out the boys name.
"Damian Sur-"
"I volunteer!" What was I thinking? If I was in the arena with Clove, that meant one of us had to die. I don't care. I was volunteering to save Clove. She couldn't make it on her own. I had to help her, even if it meant my own death.
Clove's P.O.V
I walked on to the stage. Hmmm...that's wierd, no one was volunteering for me. Not that I didn't have the confidence to win. Everyone thought I was some little girl, but they didn't see how I could kill. I was not some tiny, fragile girl everyone thought I was, I was the future victor of District 2! Snapping me back to reality, Our escort called out the boys name.
"Damian Sur-" Our escort Jemine was cut off by a volunteer. He was a blond-haired blue eyed boy. Actually, he was kind of cute. Wait a minute, I know him from somewhere... Cato. Somehow, a memory resurfaces of me getting hurt, and him helping me. I think it was in the training center. The memory is vague, but I remember knowing from the moment he touched my hand, I was in love with him.
Now that he was up close, I realized he wasn't just cute, he was handsome. He looked striking in a button up shirt and black pants, and those cheekbones... Oh God, those cheekbones... Get a hold of yourself Clove. I couldn't show emotion like that, and besides, he would never fall for a girl like me.
"Give it up for our District 2 tributes, Cato Hadley and Clove Kentwell!" Everyone started clapping. They all looked happy. Of course they were. All of District 2 knew we were the best fighters they had. I should be happy right? But I wasn't, because Cato was coming to the arena with me.
Cato, the vicious killer. Cato, the one who was not supposed to volunteer. Cato, the love of my life.