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Clove shook her head and rolled her eyes, irritated beyond belief. "You're unbelievable, Cato! I honestly can't believe that you think that!" She turned around and grabbed her cutlet knife then stormed out of the Academy, trying to get away from Cato and his wrongness.
Clove had been practicing her knife throwing, like she always did at the Academy, when Cato came over. She didn't mind when he came over to see her, she actually kind of enjoyed his company. He was the only person that she could actually stand anyway.
Cato had come over to tell her that she was throwing her knives wrong. Clove highly disagreed with him. After all, she never missed. She never had. Not to mention she was a pro at knife throwing. Even when she was seven and threw her first knife trying to decide which weapon she should master, she hit the center of the target. It wasn't the dead center, but it still would've killed whoever was in her way.
She let out an irritated sigh, almost like a yell, as she continued to storm out the main doors of the Academy. She was done training for today. If she wasn't done, someone would probably get hurt, and it wouldn't be a trainer.
Clove gasped as someone grabbed her arm and spun her around. She instantly swung her knife, but the person dodged it then chuckled. She glared and pushed away from the person, knowing exactly who it was. "What do you want Cato?" She spat at him, the acid tone thick in her words.
"Can we talk Clover?" Cato asked. He seemed to be genuine in the question, which made her skeptical to hear the question.
Clove rolled her eyes and sighed slightly. She could never hate him, despite the way he acted towards her. "I suppose. You have three minutes."
Cato shook his head. "It'll take longer than three minutes, and we can't talk here. Follow me." He grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her.
Clove sighed out of irritation and yanked her arm away. "I can walk on my own. Thank you very much," she said rudely.
Cato shrugged and continued to walk. "Whatever you say Clover."
Clove glared at him then tucked her knife into her boot before she started to follow behind him.
'Clover' was a nickname that Cato had given Clove when they were first starting to train. Clove remembered it like it was yesterday..

Clove was looking at all of the knives at the knife throwing station, trying to decide which knife would be the best for her to use. She was only eight at the time and Cato was nine. Cato had come up to her and took the knife she was looking at out of her hands.
"Hey!" Clove yelled, "That's my knife!"
Cato laughed and handed it back to her. "I know it is. I like doing that to people." He smiled widely then held his hand out. "I'm Cato."
Clove glared at him and turned back to her knives, trying to ignore him. Cato cleared his throat then took her knife away from her again when she didn't acknowledge him.
"Hey!" Clove yelled again.
Cato held the knife in the air, knowing she couldn't reach it since he was taller than her. "I said, I'm Cato."
Clove glared at him again as she reached for her knife. "Clove," she mumbled softly as she jumped up and took her knife.
Cato smiled a little. "I hear you're pretty good, Clover. We're going to be good partners."
Clove sighed and glared over at him. "I said Clove. Not Clover, And I'm not going to be partners with you. I never would be."
Cato shrugged a little. "Doesn't matter. I'm calling you Clover. And we will be partners. We're both great so we will be. Okay? Okay." He nodded once then walked away to go practice his sword fighting.
Clove watched Cato train the rest of that day. At first she hated the idea of being partners with Cato, but as she watched him train and fight she realized that he would be a good partner to have.

Clove shook her head a little and came back to reality. She looked around and noticed that they had walked into the forest.
District 2 had a very small, dense forest that very few people went into. Everyone hated going into the forest because they didn't know the creatures in there. Cato and Clove didn't mind. They knew that they could take on any creature that was in there, and it was good practice for the games.
"Where are you taking me Cato?" Clove asked, starting to get irritated.
Cato shushed her and kept walking. "You'll find out soon enough."
Clove sighed deeply and shook her head a little. "No. I want to know now."
Cato shook his head then turned around. "I said you'll find out soon enough. Just shut up and keep walking." He turned back around and started walking again.
Clove glared at him and tensed her hands into fists. He irritated her so much sometimes, it was unbelievable.
Clove reached down and pulled her knife out of her boot. She looked straight at Cato and threw the knife. Cato, at the time, was walking past a tree. The knife hit the sleeve of his shirt and pinned him to the tree. He looked at the knife then glared at Clove. "What the hell!? You could've killed me!"
Clove laughed sadistically as she walked over to him, her arms crossed over her chest. "It wasn't even close to hitting you. Stop being such a baby. If I wanted to kill you you'd be dead by now and you know it." She smirked then yanked the knife out of the tree and his shirt.
Clove crossed her arms again and glared at him. "Alright. Now tell me what you need to tell me right now, otherwise I'm leaving."
Cato sighed deeply and crossed his arms as well. "Fine," he mumbled.
Cato looked down then looked back up at Clove, instantly forgetting about the knife incident that had just happened. "I wanted to do this a different way, but I guess now is better then nothing."
Clove raised her eyebrow, confused about what he was talking about. "What do you mean?"
Cato looked back down at the ground, suddenly calm and almost shy. "I...I like you Clove. I have since you were eight, when I told you we would be partners. We we're the best then, and we are now, but I wanted everyone to know that you were mine then and there. And I was taught that if I wanted something badly enough, I had to fight for it and get it. So I did. And I'm sorry if I ever hurt you or bothered you with my pigheadedness. I just didn't know how to act around you." He took a deep breath then let it out. "I know you probably don't feel the same way, but I just thought you should know in case one of us gets reaped in a few days." He slowly looked up at her, actually scared to see her reaction.
Clove stared at him, not sure if she should stay or run away. She looked down at the knife in her hand then tucked the knife into her boot. It's not like she would need it, and she felt like he would feel a little better about the situation if she wasn't holding a deadly weapon in her hand.
Clove looked back up at him and sighed softly. "Cato..." She trailed off not sure of what to say or how to say it. Now that she thought of it, she did like Cato. She always had, she just never admitted it to herself.
Clove glanced down then back up at him. "I.." She trailed off again and shook her head. "We.." She sighed again then reached up on the tips of her toes, resting her hands on his firm chest. She closed her eyes and softly pressed her lips against his. After a few seconds, she pulled away slowly and opened up her eyes as she smiled up at him. "I...I like you too Cato."

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