Clato Fanfiction.
A/N: This is just an intro chapter! More will come, often i promise xD I have terrible spelling so anyone willing to be my beta just message me and i will forever love you! This is my first fanfic ever, so be kind but constructive critism is VERY welcomed!
Clove
Knives are my only friends. They obey me, follow me, and love me. Of course, Knives could never even compare to Cato. He has been my friend for as long as I can remember. He had found me one day in seventh grade. I was in the Career Training Middle School basement, sharpening my only friends, a set of lovely black knives that my father gave me for my birthday. Even back then Cato was a strong kid.
"What are you doing?" He walked over to me, eyeing me carefully.
"What does it look like? Idiot." I replied sharply, muttering that last part to myself. He heard me though.
"Listen hear, girl. I'm Cato. Cato Strong. And I could kill you, if you wanted. So be nice to me." He looked down at me, which aggravated me. I glared at him.
"I'm Clove Gardens." I made a point of sharpening my knives hard as I spoke. He laughed, clearly not intimidated.
"Clove Gardens? What a cute name." He laughed more, sending me over the edge. I through myself at him, bringing a sharp knife to his throat. I had pinned him to the ground, my knees holding his arms down. He groaned and opened his eyes wide, clearly surprised.
"Now listen to me, Boy," My voice was as sharp as my knives. My black hair fell across his face, making me even scarier. "My name may be cute, but I'm not a nice little girl. I can and will slit your throat. Got it Cato." He was angry as he tossed me off him.
"You watch yourself. You're gonna regret that."He smiled then, causing me to panic slightly. It was the smile of a stone cold killer. "Friends?" He asked me, laughing. I was taken aback. No one ever wanted to be friends with me. He took my lack of response as shock."Don't worry. I won't bite that hard." He winked at me, sending a strange feeling up my spine.
"You should be more worried about me biting you." I grumbled, putting my knives away. Ever since that day we were friends. He kept me safe and in return I trained with him. All through middle school, we were friends. But once our second year in Career Academy came around, I began to feel closer than friends.