Next to DracoXHermione "Dramione", I've got to say that CatoXClove or "Clato" has become my favorite shipping of all time! Their determination, shared bloodlust, and lethality literally make the two of them a match made in hell! Lol I can't even begin to express how much it pissed me off that the movie completely cut out their relationship and made it seem as if Cato actually had feelings for that irritating, valley-girl wannabe _ I'm not even going to put the name of the girl down because I hate her that much! But, seriously, Clove made a much better match for Cato and the people who made the film really failed when they totally ignored the relationship the book had given them. So, I hope this story gives my fellow Clato shippers entertainment and suspense!
The Beginning
Footsteps causing small tidal waves to rise up from the numerous puddles forming on the ground thanks to the relentless rain, Clove sighed irritably as she pulled the hood of her sweater over her head. She fumed internally as every inch of her slowly became soaked, which would no doubt earn her ridicule from the peers she'd yet to meet. Her very first day of school since moving to an even higher class neighborhood of District 2 and she'd been left with no mode of 'dry' transportation. Her mother, ever the aspiring socialite, had gone off to an early hosted party being thrown by one of their new neighbors. Apparently, those things were more crucial for a parent to tend to instead of their own thirteen year old daughter. Sighing again, Clove tried to walk a bit faster. She already knew she was going to be late, thanks to CutStone K-12 being two whole miles away from her house. That wasn't the problem, however. Sure, it was going to blow big time getting a tardy on her very first day of the seventh grade, especially when her father received notice of it. But, what really upset her was that it was a K-12 school she'd be attending. Instead of the regular Junior High she would have gone to in her former neighborhood (which also happened to have been conveniently placed two measly blocks from her old house). She wasn't intimidated by the fact that she'd be in the lowest grade with a total of FIVE upper grades looming over her. No, she was confident she could kick the ass of just about any lowlife who possessed the audacity to think they could take advantage of her. It was that with this new neighborhood came a new, and larger community. Meaning that she knew absolutely NO ONE at CustStone K-12…So, instead of having to face upperclassmen who were just a year or two older than herself, she was going to have to establish herself with people over five years her seniors! As tough as she was, Clove wasn't naive enough to dismiss the high probability that there would be other kids there who would be capable of inflicting as much damage onto her as she could inflict onto them. Shaking this annoying insecurity out of her head, at least for the moment, Clove quickened her pace from a swift stride to an all-out run as a bell sounded off in the distance.
"Damnit!" She mentally chastised herself for not having run sooner.
The school was still three blocks away. And she'd need to drop a few things off in her locker, or go through the agonizing task of having to lug around all of her new textbooks from class to class until the lunch period. She was grateful to her mother (Miraculous huh?) for having made her go to the school a week before the year was scheduled to begin and memorize the locations for all of her classes and locker. Not that it did her much good now, of course.
