Title: Suspension

Words: 399

Pairig: Clove x Cato

Point of view: Clove

My eyes narrow in concentration. Bouncing my weight from one leg to another, I tighten my grip on the sharp throwing knives. I wait for the trainer's sign to start and the moment he nods in my direction, I throw the blades with a precise movement of my hands. Each of them lands in the targets' Bull's Eye.

The trainer is impressed. I can tell it by his body language. His shoulders tense as he eyes me, and the intense gaze he is giving me makes me smirk confidently. "Impressive." He murmurs so only I can hear. With a loose move of his hand, the trainer dismisses me. I cross my arms across my breasts and head straight for an other training station, just like every day.

"Do you think she will be able to take a proper hold of that thing?" As I was about to grasp a sword, I hear a sharp laugh from the other side of the training room. I don't need to turn around; I know this voice all too well. He is one of the slightly older males in the Academy. He likes to feel superior towards his fellow students and likes to be in the center of attention. And somehow, I know he is talking about me.

I scoff at the biting words, grab the blade's grip and look over my shoulder. He is standing there with a sarcastic grin planted all over his handsome features and his blond hair falling into his eyes. He thinks he scared me with his dump comment. I feel the need to grin at his stupid comportment, but I need to concentrate. And even though I know, I will most probably be suspended for about two weeks; I abruptly turn around and throw the sword in his direction. Surprise flashes over his face, stepping to the side in the last minute, the sword remains stick in the wall right beside his face. His eyes widen slightly as he stares at me and I stare back. I smirk and mutter to him: 'Watch your mouth.'

The next second I am surrounded by trainers and they escort me from the room. Before they close the big, metallic doors behind me, I look in his direction once again, and much to my dismay, I find him cross-armed with a devilish grin on his face.

Hello my fellow writers and Hunger Games enthusiasts! Here is my first one shot which I actually got to share on this site, and I definitely can't wait to write more. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, but remember: English is actually my third language, so I had some difficulties while writing this. I also lack a Beta.

Thanks for reading! - Ratty.