"Cato! You tell me the truth right now!" screamed an outraged Clove. "Clove, I love you, and I'm doing this for your own good," said Cato, by far too calmly for Clove's liking. "You're lying to me Cato! Now tell me what Jasmine really did before I use this knife to bloody kill you!" yelled Clove.
Cato laughed, which wasn't too good of a choice considering his extremely violent girlfriend had him pinned up against the wall wielding a knife at him because he refused to tell her whether or not Jasmine, Clove's particularly annoying classmate had attempted to make out with him the previous day. Cato would gladly have told her the truth, only Jasmine wasn't that bad of a girl and he knew Clove would at least attack her.
Cato easily reached down, lifted Clove and threw her across his shoulder. Clove hit his back and demanded to be released. "Cato, I still have this knife and I'll kill you if you don't put me down!" she warned. "No you won't. You love me too much. But just in case..." Cato said as reached back and grabbed her knife. He threw it across the bedroom and it landed on the floor with a thud.
"Tut tut, Cato. You're useless at throwing knives. You'll never be as good as me," Clove said. Clove was easily the best in her school at throwing knives and people feared her for it. She never missed her target and always ha a knife with her.
Cato threw Clove on his bed and pinned her down. She struggled against his strong hold. Cato waited patiently until eventually she gave up. "Now, Clove, how many times have I told you, every time you threaten me, you have to kiss me," he grinned. "I never agreed on that," Clove said stiffly. "Well, whether we made a deal or not, you're kissing me," Cato said, leaning in, eyes closed. Clove saw this as a moment of weakness and lifted up her knee and hit him right in the stomach.
"Ah, Clove, you sneaky little idiot!" Cato said, clutching his injury. Clove smiled. "I hope. you've learned a lesson here. Now, you have two options easy way, or hard way. Either way, I'm leaving," she grinned. "Hey, I'm not letting you away that easily! Therefore, I choose the hard way!" he replied. "Fine then," Clove replied before lifting both her legs up to push him off her, and then jumping to her feet. He charged at her and she jumped on him.
The two of them fought until Cato finally caught Clove off guard and pinned her against the wall. She struggled against his hold and attempted to kick him again but he was prepared for that. He used his legs to block her feet and legs from moving. I've won so I believe I deserve a kiss," he said. He leaned in and Clove reluctantly allowed him to.
"Ugh, Cato, that has to be the worst kiss I've ever had!" joked Clove. Cato and Clove had never kissed before that so Cato wondered how much guys she'd dated before him. "How much kisses have you had before?" Cato asked. "I'm not telling," replied Clove, flipping her hair and walking gracefully out of the room and out of Cato' house all the way across District Two to her house.
Very short, but I ran out of ideas. Next chapter will be longer! Bye!