I don't even know if this is under the right genre. Oh well.

I love Clato so much, I finally wrote a fanfic after months. Haha yay.

Disclaimer: Duh.

Stupid Glimmer and her perfect blonde hair and her perfect angel face and her perfect blue eyes and her perfect self, thought Clove as she sharpened her knives by the stream they found.

Glimmer was flirting with Cato, as usual. And Cato was responding, as usual. Marvel was pathetic with that sad look on his face as he gazed longingly at Glimmer. And District 12 boy was being the sad little puppy he was.

Cato, you dumbfuck.

She wished she could run away. She was lithe and fast on her feet. There was no doubt that she could outrun the other Careers. But she doesn't. Not just yet. She needed to take advantage of the protection and opportunities this little alliance gave her. And Cat- no, that was the only reason. Taking advantage. That was the only reason, Clove assured herself.

"Those knifes look pretty sharp to me," says Cato.

Clove looked at him with cool indifference, "Hm."

And she was back to sharpening them again. Not that they needed anymore sharpening. She just didn't need to see Glimmer batting her eyelashes and pouting at Cato.

She hated Glimmer. Loathed her. Cato had been her partner, her ally, and now look what he was doing? Whoring it up with the ditz! Unbelievable.

Clove hadn't been paying much attention to what she was doing, so she didn't notice that she had tried to see how sharp her knives were. By sliding her right forefinger across the blade. It only occurred to her that this had happened when she saw the ruby red line across her pale finger.

"Shit."

Apparently, Cato heard her.

"Why? What is it?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Nothing," she had said. Perhaps a little too quick.

"Clove-"

"Go away, Cato." She stood up, put the knives back into her jacket pockets and started walking away.

But not before Cato grabbed her right arm.

She hoped he wouldn't see. So she fisted her right hand in an attempt to hide her finger. It did not hurt anyway. Why let anyone know?

"Is that blood?"

But of course, that wish was in vain.

The blood from her cut was flowing down her hand and down her forearm as Cato pulled her hand to his face for inspection. "What the fuck is this?" he growled.

"Nothing, I told you," she said carelessly. "It doesn't even hurt."

"Why did you do this, Clove?"

"It was an accident. Now, fuck off, Cato," she snarled and attempted to break his hold on her.

But of course, it didn't work. Cato was too strong. His grip just tightened.

"Don't curse at me when I'm just trying to be helpful," he glared at her.

She scoffed. "I don't need your help."

"Why are you like this, Clove? Why won't you accept my help?"

"Because. I. Don't. Need. It. Never have. Never will." She smirked.

"Fine, be that way." He finally let go of her wrist.

She stalked away in one direction while he walked the opposite way. She sat on a rock and he sat back down with Glimmer.

"What was that about?" Glimmer asked in her insanely high-pitched voice. Clove's was so much different. He thinks he likes Clove's better.

He shook his head to clear away any thoughts about girls. This was the Hunger Games, for Pete's sake. He had to be thinking of his next kill, not cold, emotionless and distant or pretty, blonde and petite girls. "Nothing, nothing."

The rest of the evening went like that.

Clove on that rock, sharpening her knives. Again.

Marvel being pathetic.

District 12 boy being the lost puppy he is.

And Glimmer and Cato sitting beside each other, flirting. Except this time, Cato wasn't even listening to or looking at Glimmer anymore. Instead, he watched the Girl with the Knives. She fascinated him, really. She was much more interesting to look at or be with than anyone in this little alliance of them.

Not that he'd tell her.

Or even admit that out loud to any living soul.

Nope.

Yeah okay, that sucked, didn't it? Sorry to disappoint guys haha.

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