Lucky I'm in love with my best friend? [Clove's Story]

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Chapter 1:

"We should go." I murmur. Cato smiles, "right you are, time for me to become the District two tribute!" I glare at him, "On second thought, let's stay." He chuckles and kisses me, "No, you're right Clove, let's go." I sigh and allow him to pull me to my feet and lead me into the street and towards the square. "Before you know it I'll be back to marry you and take you away to victor's village." He tries to calm me and it almost works. As soon as we reach the square we have to part, he cannot kiss me amid the cameras but we exchange a meaningful glace before I drift off to the space sectioned off for the 17 year olds and he to the 18 year olds. The other girls fear me and back away to give me space, they know that this reaping will be a sad one for me.

We listen to the mayor blather on until the effusive escort Geraldine Wish takes her place at the forefront of the stage. "Hello District two!" She trills," Happy Hunger Games, and May the odds be ever in your favor!" She waltzes up to the reaping ball for the boys, "Let's mix it up, shall we?" As she speaks I try to catch Cato's eye. He winks at me infuriatingly. Geraldine plunges her hand into the reaping ball. She draws a slip of paper and I don't even hear the name she calls because Cato yells over it, "I volunteer!" The camera's all pan to him and I feel an unfamiliar stab of jealousy. Geraldine beams at him as he makes his way towards the stage, "Wonderful! What's your name?" He mounts the stage and practically snarls, "I am Cato."

Geraldine smiles a little unsurely at him before tottering over to the girls reaping ball. I sigh; I suppose all I can hope for now is a weak female tribute and no volunteers. Geraldine pulls a name and reads it out. I gasp sharply, it is not a weak female, it is a female that could easily pose a threat to him, even kill him if she tried, I hide my emotions remembering that there are cameras abound. There will be time for them later, right now I have a job, and that job is to walk up towards the stage and pledge to kill my love. Geraldine smiles and rereads the name, "Clove Hathoway." I compose my face as much as I can and walk towards the stage. Cato is impassive. I stand next to him, my heart pounding, as the mayor speaks some more. As soon as he is done speaking I am escorted by peacekeepers towards the district hall. They lead me into a rich room and I am told to wait, visitors will be forthcoming.

Come they do, my mother, my father, some girls from school. They are terrified of me. They offer congratulations and reassurances as if they are walking on broken glass. However, I manage not to lash out at them. I smile icily and wave them away. I breathe a sigh of relief when the hour is up and I am escorted to the train. We eat a delicious meal and I smile and laugh on cue. As soon as Geraldine dismisses us I all but run back to my room and slump down on the bed. I have, thus far, spent the day with Cato and I haven't exchanged a word with him. I don't think I can, I all but moan in despair when I hear a light knock on my door. What else can they want from me? They have my heart, my life, and my happiness, can't I at least rest? I get up to answer the door; I have barely opened it when Cato rushes in, slams by door and grabs my wrists tightly before I can even speak. He pulls them to his chest like I am his prisoner. I growl at him, a feral snarl, and try to free myself but he has the advantage of size. He tightens his hold on me and spits in my face, "You are mine. You are mine before anyone else's, even before yourself." I stare at him blankly, trying to comprehend his words. Once I understand I nod, "Of course." He loosens his hold in surprise; he had not expected me to agree. I use this advantage to whip my wrists free of his hands and dart back a few paces, "And you're mine." He nods solemnly, "So what can we do?"

We talk for hours. One thing is glaringly apparent, we cannot kill each other. "We have to give them a good show." He tells me, "Maybe if the audience in entranced enough we will both be allowed to live." I laugh bitterly. Cato knows more about the Hunger Games than anyone I know; surely he cannot be so naive. "What?" He complains, "Do you have a better plan?" I almost smile for the first time since Geraldine read my name. "No." I admit. "But, we don't have to go into the arena with one. Let's win down to us and then see what happens." Cato smiles at me, kisses me, and gets up to leave. "Don't leave!" I cry almost hysterically. Cato smiles at me sadly, "I am not far away. See you in the morning, Clove." I get a firmer grip on myself and nod. I will see him in the morning. As long as I know that I will be alright.