Chp. 1 Different.
Cato POV.
I hate school. (u aint the only one bro) There's no point I'm volunteering this year anyway.
I walk into the library because I have makeup work to do. I had training yesterday so I wasn't here. I look around and see 2 people. One guy, Nate who hurt his hand at training falling, sitting at a computer. I look to the back left and see a girl.
She has very long brown hair falling around her shoulders as she is scribbling in a note book with a red pen. Looks promising. I've seen her before at the centre, she is amazing with knives. My cocky turns on. I walk over to her.
"Hello." I say as I put my books on the table and pull out the chair next to her.
"Hi." she says simply.
"I'm Cato."
"I'm aware."
OK.
"So why are you here?" I ask.
"Same as you. Makeup work. I missed yesterday." she says finally looking up at me her amazing hazel eyes looking in my light blue ones. She goes back to her note book.
She is beautiful. Curly long brown hair. Hazel eyes with an orange tint. I can't help but hair is so gorgeous. Reaching to her elbows. A gentle messy curl. Her bangs are pinned back in a poof. She has her finger tips resting on her notebook while her wrist is in the air. She is resting her chin on her wrist. She is wearing a blue t-shirt with a red bird on it with it tucked into her red shorts that reach her mid thigh.
"Can I help you?" she asks without looking up.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Why do you care?" she says sitting up.
I look down at her paper.
Clove Maverix is written at the top.
"Clove I see."
"Yep. Now if you don't mind I have work to do."
I try to work on my math, but I don't get it. I just sit there staring at the numbers with my eye brows knit. Clove looks up.
"Need help?" she asks.
"Actually yeah. Do you get this?"
She puts down her pen and scoots over closer to me, her hair almost touching my shoulder. I like it. She explains it.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask.
"Sure."
"Why did you stop the fight earlier before school? No one ever does that. They encourage it."
"I don't like fighting and that stupid kid wasn't worth getting in trouble. I'm not like most people from around here. I don't want to kill like you and everyone else. My brothers and I were raised different. I only throw knives because when I was 12 I would throw rocks with my brothers in our yard with targets we made on the trees. One day Zeno was walking by and saw and made me train with him. I just do it. Not because I want to hurt people." she tells me.
I've never heard someone from District 2 being like that. A good person. I like it. It gets me thinking. Why is it all about killing? We are made into killing machines, but why? Why can't we just live? This girl is so different. I want to know more about her. About this happy go lucky life. I honestly kind of envy her. Why am I like this?
"Would you like to I don't know hang out or something?" I ask.
She moves back over.
"No. we are way too different. You are going to volunteer this year. I heard you bragging. You are a killing machine, I don't work like that. I was made to love and respect." she says stacking her books and standing.
"So I'm sorry but no." she says walking away.
I really like this girl. Maybe I could change.
Maybe.