Cloves POV
Why does he do this? Why does he still flirt with girls when we've been going out for a year now? I mean I'm not jealous! I'm just…curious. Yeah, curious. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through. Hey watch it! Cato! Cato! What are you doing!?" I shout trying to be heard over the crowd of blonds that has formed around my highly flirtatious, dick of a boyfriend. "Yeah, the only reason I went out with her is because she begged me. I mean she is so not my type," he says to his adoring crowd of sluts. Ugh! The nerve! I never begged him to do anything! He begged me! Well more like asked got told no, went to my brother got told yes he could date me, asked me again got told no again, then finally went to my father and asked got told yes and then I had no choice. I had to go out with him. But a few days after we started going out I realised how nice and caring he was around me. And I fell for it. I fell for him. Or at least the person I thought he was. As soon as I hear him say that I turn around and run out of the social room and into the centre's main gym. Walk straight to my favourite station and start.
I have always felt better throwing knives. Ever since I was given my eldest brothers knives after he died in the games 4 years ago. *thump* second bullseye in a row and I've only been here for less than 45seconds. *thump* I completely loose myself in my training. *thump* I lose track of time and before I throw my 10th knife everyone starts coming in from lunch to start our final session for the day. "Hey babe. Where were you at lunch? I didn't see you?" Cato asks me smiling. "You didn't see me? Well did you at least hear me? Cause I sure as hell heard you talking to your little crowd of fans about how you just went out with me because I begged you," I say laying on the cold, hard bitterness pretty darn thick. His face looses all colours. "You heard that? Heh. W-well y-you know it isn't true. I-I was just t-telling them what they w-wanted to hear." He says stumbling over his words as I turn glaring at him. "Whatever! You just want attention like you always do! Do you wanna know what? I'll save you the trouble of dumping me. We are done!" I yell and go back to throwing. "But I didn't mean it! I swear! I'm sorry! Please Clove! Please don't say that." He begs. Ha! Now who's the one begging! Again. "No Cato. You're not going to change my mind. Not this time. I'm sick of you flirting with those sluts! I honestly thought you would change. But obviously I was wrong," I say with as much power I can muster into my voice trying not to cry. NO! I will not waist my tears on him! *BONG! BONG! BONG!* I quickly pack up my stuff while Cato follows me begging me not to dump him. *sigh* "If I say we're not through will you stop flirting and start acting like my boyfriend? For the first time in you know two odd years?" I ask him hoping, to god that he'll say he will. "I promise! I swear on my life I will never flirt or even look at another girl! Ever!" he exclaims. "Good! Now you can start your make-up time by walking me to the gates." I say smiling evilly at him. For those of you who don't know I'm the youngest child of Dario Knight, victor of the 51st hunger games so I live in the Victors Village and sadly no-one else but victors, victor's children and district and capitol officials are allowed inside the guarded living estate or as I like to call it, prison.
"Ok! I would be honoured to escort you to the gate." He says with a really bad imitation of a Capitol accent and holding out his hand while bowing. Giggling like a little girl I take his hand and watch as he slings my gym-bag and his gym-bag over his heavily muscled shoulder. Smiling I leave the gym with my sexy, smart-ass of a boyfriend. "So, since we're still going out what are you doing tomorrow? 'Cause I'm free!" Cato asks through his perfect all straight, all white smile that any girl would kill for. "Well first I have the Victors children benefit concert tomorrow night then I'm free for the rest of the weekend. Why do you ask?" I say with sly little grin creeping onto my lips. "Well, I was thinking of taking you to your favourite place in the world for a picnic and maybe something else. Like a swim. Or something." He says with a mischievous little smile plastered onto his face. "Well I would love to go on a picnic with you tomorrow." I say smiling lovingly at him. Lovingly. Love. I love him. I love the hottest, sexiest, most wanted guy in all of district two! "Well, here we are! Gate's to the Victors Village!" Cato says handing me my district-issued gym-bag. "Hey Cato? Can I tell you something?" I ask as I lift the heavy gym-bag onto my small shoulder. "Yeah! You can tell me anything! What is it you wanna' tell me?" he asks me worry growing on his god-like features. "I just wanted to tell you… that… I love you." I say taking a sudden interest in my district-issue training shoes. "Yes! I have wanted to tell you that I love you but I didn't know how! I love you too, Clove." He says with a smile so big I swear I was looking at the newest district. At that moment he took the chance and kissed me. At first I was just stand there shocked then slowly I start to kiss him back. Slowly sliding my hands up his heavily muscled arms and around his neck. Deepening the kiss further. Felling his hands wrap around my waist pulling me into him. After who knows how long we both pull away for air. "Wow. You're a good kisser." He says smiling sexily. "You're not so bad yourself." I say grinning alluringly. After another prolonged amount of time standing there holding each other smiling we decide that we should part.
As I walk the short distance to my house I think about what he meant by 'something' smiling I completely don't notice where I'm going till I walk straight into Lyme. My next-door neighbour. "Watch it! Oh Clove. It's just you. I thought you were someone else." She says while picking up the letters I made her drop by running into her. "Ohmygod I'm so sorry, Lyme! I didn't mean to bump into you. I just was a little…preoccupied. Yeah. Preoccupied." I say trying not to smile to widely but sadly failing. "Ok. Who is he? Give up the name, Clove. You've always been a bad liar your not preoccupied your thinking about a boy. Who is it? Jacob? Dalian? Marcus?" Lyme asks me smiling. She's always been like a big sister to me since my real sister had died in the same games my brother did 4 years ago when they had both been picked to volunteer. "No. No. And again. No. He's not from the Victors Village. His name's Cato. Cato ." I say his name like a prayer. Leaving Lyme standing there. I bound up the steps to my families large house. Turn the knob. Push open the door. Breath deeply (hmm chicken of some kind for dinner tonight). Then bound up the steps two at a time to my room and collapse on my queen-sized bed and fall into a light sleep. Dreaming only of Cato.