I was tired when I wrote this, so I'm not sure if it's any good. It's quite short as well. Ah, well. I like it; anything Clato makes my little fangirl soul happy.

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"Ugh, I hate math so much!" Robyn groaned.

"I know, right! It was so unfair of Ms. Smith to give us so much homework!" Clove fumed.

"I totally agree!" Cleo grumbled.

Clove and her two friends stood at the edge of Panem Elementary's blacktop, watching the kids play and complaining about homework when a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed mischief-maker ran up behind them and crouched down, staring intently past the girls' legs and at the field beyond. Clove just rolled her eyes. Cato Hadley was obviously playing some sort of immature Tag game that wasn't even worth her attention. Sure, he was cute, and the fastest runner in their year, but he was also arrogant, obnoxious, and just plain annoying.

The bell rang soon after and Cato stood up. "Thanks, Clove. I owe you one," he said, flashing her his trademark grin - a grin that made Clove want to slap his dumb little face for being so damn stupid. He held out his hand, obviously wanting her to shake it.

Clove stared coolly into his sky-blue eyes. Even though she was one of the smallest girls in seventh grade, her death stare - a stare that she'd perfected over the years - could kill. "No."

Cato's smile faltered. "What do you mean, no?" He asked incredulously, his tanned arm still outstretched.

"I mean," Clove replied, "that all I did was tolerate you playing your childish little Tag game for five minutes. You don't 'owe' me anything."

With that, she turned on her heel and stalked back to her classroom with her nose in the air and her brown ponytail flying out behind her, Robyn and Cleo following behind.

Cato stood there with no handshake and no debts, yet yearning one. What is wrong with me? He growled to himself. He wanted more than ever to help Clove Kentwell and be recognized for it. He vowed to himself that he would owe her anyway, even if she herself didn't want him to. Cato wanted to make her happy. She was so often scowling that it had become Cato's mission to make her smile.

Why won't she let me?

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I couldn't find where to end it. I think I rambled on for too long. But did you like it? Do you think that I should write more? Review!

- Girl with a Flower Crown xx