Love Is Stupid
One by one the tributes climbed on stage and entertained all of Panem during the Interviews and then afterwards were ushered to a backroom. There they all stood in front of a tall purple woman wearing a mini sea green dress and had a piece of coral for her nose. She smiled, "Well-come ya'll. Such, an, honor," She closed her eyes to preserve the moment. "I work as a Game developer and I noticed the audience loves well- a love story," Her voice squeaked. "And as I watched all of you, I realized what a lack of love there was. Well besides you District 12, but she's not even in love with you. Poor thing. So we decided to have a love-a-thon!"
Everybody just stared at her.
"Don't all yell at once. A love-a-thon is where all of you mix and mingle⦠and ya'll can't leave till you leave with someone of the opposite sex who's not from your district. Alright let's get started!" She smiled, waving at the tributes to start interacting.
It took a while for them to start interacting but once the music turned up too loud and drowned out the conversations and the heavy alcohol was passed around and guzzled down the tributes loosened up.
Clove danced around, letting her hair fall around her in careless waves. She felt the room become hotter and felt strong hands on her waist. Cato leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Don't freak out, it's me. I'm trying to make Glimmer jealous cause she seems the easiest." Clove laughed and turned, snaking her arms around Cato's neck and pressing her body close to his. "Deal. As long as you be my wingman and help me get Marvel jealous. If I have to go upstairs with someone it's going to be with a Career. I have expectations," She said as she looked over to see Glimmer and Marvel taking shots and flirting with each other, pretending to laugh just to make others jealous. Clove smiled and began dancing more with Cato. He grabbed her hand and twirled her around playfully, rubbing his hands on her. She giggled as he whispered into her ear, talking about the other tribute lame outfits and how he would kill the tributes. Clove loved his descriptions of death and began moving slower as she danced almost on him.
It wasn't long till Glimmer and Marvel made their way closer to them. Clove saw Glimmer comb through her hair as Marvel helped straighten out her dress. Clove frowned mentally, "Cato was going to leave now. But I was actually having so much fun," She shook her thoughts away and spoke "Cato? I know what will make Glimmer go crazy," Cato raised his eyebrow in suspicion.
Cloves voice was soft, "Kiss me,"
She was shocked at how fast Cato responded, cupping her face and smashing his lips onto hers; his movement's soft and teasing. Clove ran her hands down his shirt over his rock hard abs and stopping right at the belt buckle. She felt him smile into the kiss and pulled away when she heard a pout. Glimmer.
Clove swallowed, opening her glowing green eyes and turning to see Glimmer mad as hell. She smiled and withdrew from Cato, looking at the two of them, "You two have fun tonight," she said emotionlessly before pushing pass Glimmer and headed for Marvel.
Marvel smiled when she grabbed his hand and began dragging him towards the door. "Is this your pick," Clove nodded angrily at the purple woman and dragged Marvel into the elevator. The moment the doors closed she dropped his hand and pressed floor 1 and 2. Marvel looked at her, "We doing it on both levels?" He smiled. The elevator doors popped open with a ding and she pushed him out, "Nope, I'm going to bed,"
The doors closed.
When the elevator stopped at her floor she stormed out and yanked her heels off, throwing them randomly around the rooms and then slamming the door to her room shut.
Clove sighed as she flopped down on her pillow, screaming to let all her anger out. Marvel wasn't her pick. Cato was.
But love is stupid in a place like this.
*I hope you like! Not much to say. If you have any comments or ideas i'd love to hear :)
Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins
