both Cato and Clove have different problems, making them miserable for their own reasons. Cato's aggressive and rude. Clove doesn't talk to anyone. Can they help each other, for the better?
Hey! So this is a modern day Fanfic. A Clato story. Hope you enjoy! Note: I don't own the HG
I sat at the bleachers with a cigarette in my hands, not exactly caring if anyone saw me doing it. It's not like anyone would know who I am anyways, I is a nobody. No one even knows who I exactly am. suddenly, out of nowhere, I see the most popular guy- Cato- in school walk towards me. He may be the biggest bully ever. He hurts innocent kids, and kids his own age. Last summer he broke my little brother, Tyler's arm at the pool. He refuses to go to the pool now, no matter what people say. I wonder if he's going to tackle me
I then notice a bruise on his eye. Why does he have a bruise? It looks like he was punched. Then I remember exactly who this is. He probably just got in a fight.
"Hi, can I sit with you?"Questions Cato. It surprises me how nice he is acting. I shrug him off and scoot over. He sits down gratefully, and stares at my cigarette
"You know, those things aren't exactly healthy," Cato says, pointing out my cigarette. I look at him and snap "does it look like I care?" Cato raises his eye brows, but doesn't say anything about it. To change the subject, I say " you know, my brother still remembers when you broke his arm," and glare at I'm. He gives me a look that is sure to be a look to say " does it look like I care?"
"your brother?" and looks at me "Yeah, my brother, Tyler. He remembers two summers ago when you pushed him into a swimming pool and broke his arm. He refuses to go swimming in the pool now," I feel the anger boiling inside me, and I really don't care. I hate this person, he doesn't know who I am, and he hurt my brother.
"And why are you bringing this up now?" he asks. I notice something in his face. not care-free, not anger, but sadness, guilt. "because this is the first time I've ever talked to you without slapping you," I remark " Why would you even have done that?! he's so little!" I can feel the hatred across my face come " You scarred him!" Now I am basically screaming
"Settle down," He says, trying to act calm, but failing. Instead, I can surely see the hatred towards himself in his face. maybe he isn't a bag guy...
Clove, shut up. You need to remember who you're talking to, and what he's done.
" No! I won't you hurt my brother! You scarred him! I can't just settle down!" I scream. Good thing no ones outside, because they would be starring by now
he stays quiet, jaw open. Finally I stammer off "I'm leaving. I have to go pick up my siblings, and it's a long walk to the Elementary school." And walk off, mad. Along the way there, I can only think one thing:
Cato is dead to me.
SO anyways, I learned I don't like my other ending, middle, or middle of my beginning, so... yeah!~~~~~~~~~~~~