~Hi everyone, this is my first fanfic so please take it easy? This is a Clato fanfic. I respect and welcome all critisism. Please review and rate! Thanks!~

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own nearly a speck of the Hunger Games world.

I reposition my feet firmly down on the easy grip floor of the Academy before throwing my first knife of the day at the dummies. I focus only on my target. I block out any other distractions. I roll my shoulders back and wipe the sweat from the actives prior to this off my forehead with my forearm. I aim and start chucking my knives at the dummies, quickly I hit them forcefully on the target. When I run out of knives I stand there with pride, smirking at my job well done. I cross my arms and examine the dummies. Yup, all of them would be dead...

I glance at her as she throws her knives. So determined. Her and I are alike that way. Clove is my bestfriend, and I love her. We're nothing more. Though I've thought about the idea. No, no... I mean, I guess I like her. But I'd never act on it. It's just a little crush. I walk over to her.

I see him walking towards me and meet him halfway.

"Hey, blondie." I say with a smirk.

That smirk...Major turn on. Pull yourself together, what the hell is wrong with you?

"Hey Clo." I say, nonchalantly.

There is an awkward pause and I glance around and then look back at him.

"Was there anything you had to say to me or are you just doing to stand there like an idiot..." I say sarcastically.

"Because, I don't know about you, but I have training to do." I chuckle a little and look at him. His icy blue eyes, piercing into me. I have always admired his eyes. They're so gorgeous, and mine are just. Hazel or Green. Depending on my mood. All the girls fond over him and he likes the attention, who wouldn't? But he doesn't really follow up with his relationships. That ass. I feel sorry for all the girls he didn't call back. Although they were peppy and annoying as hell.

I snap back to reality and catch myself staring at her. I was staring at her eyes. They're...beautiful.

"Yeah, um...wanna go get something to eat?" I rub the back of my neck, waiting for her to say something.

I love it when he does that. He is gorgeous. No, Clove. No. You can't feel shit like that. You're determined. You're a trainer, not a girlfriend. Besides, he's your bestfriend. Nothing more. He's practically your brother. Would you date your brother? No.

"Yeah, sure. Now?"

"If you have time for me.. Do you have time for your bestfriend?" He says, with a puppydog face.

I roll my eyes and smile. "Yes. Of course I have time." I start walking out of the Academy with my natural light but quick pace as he trails behind me. Eventually matching my pace, as we walk together to the nearby restaurant that my friend Ivoris's mom owns

We walk into the restaurant, sit down and eat. I haven't known Ivoris too long. Clove introduced us. Ivoris is a likeable person, like Clove. I talk to her here and there, but were not close. We eat and the food is pretty good. We both had sandwhiches. Clove and I decide to go hang out at my house, knowing that we can't at her house because nobodys there. Her father doesn't trust us alone. No idea why. I think he has the idea that we will "do stuff." Her mother died when she was nine, practically leaving Clove and her younger brother Sage to fend for themselves, while their father wen't through depression and ignored them. She stayed at my house for most of the days back then, til her father made her go home.

We arrive at his house. I've always liked his house. So comfortable. It feels like home to me. But it should, since I've known Cato for my whole life and spend a lot of my time here. We always hang out here, since my father is never home. Sage usually hangs out with his friends most of the time. So I'm usually here, or the Academy. His parents love me, and I love them. His family is my family. We're all so close. I'm even pretty close with Cato's younger sister, Marina. She is beautiful, like him. They look a lot alike. She is a year older than Sage, but they're still friends. We walk up to his room and I sit on his bed, like I usually do.

I sit across from her, her up by my pillows, and myself, where my feet would go if I were laying down.

"What do you want to do, Clovely?" I tease her. Although she says she doesn't like the nicknames I give her, I think she secretly does. She smiles and playfully nudges me on my arm, giving me goose bumps from her touch. We joke around for awhile. I look into her eyes as she smiles and laughs and I do the same. Her eyes...I love them endlessly.

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