Author's Note: Here is the second chapter! It will start with Clove's POV!
Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own the Hunger Games, or any of these characters!
Chapter 2
Clove Duncan's POV
I wake up, early, groggy. It's probably…6:30 am.
"Cato! Cato! Wake up!" I whisper-shout.
"Wha-" he begins, but realizes that our mentors will wake us up at 7:30. He kisses me good-bye, and flees into his room to begin ripping apart his bed sheets, to make it seem as if he's been sleeping there all night. I begin to tidy up my room to make sure that it looks as if it was just me. We always have to do this. I hate it, but at least I get Cato.
I finally go to sleep, so that my mentor, Enobaria, would see that I was asleep.
An hour later, I hear Enobaria yell for me to get up. "Up, you little girl! If you aren't up in 1 minute, you will be dead before the arena!" Enobaria screams. That's my mentor, the woman that is supposed to be there for me. But she never is. I grunt, knowing that tonight is the night of the interviews.
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I am wearing a silky orange dress. My hair is carefully pinned up. I know that I look beautiful, but I don't care. The soul person that I pay attention to is Cato. He looks stunning in a silver suit. His hair is perfect.
"Hey, beautiful," Cato says, wrapping his arms around me. I look around, to see if anyone is watching. When I say that they aren't, I gladly accept his hug.
"Hey, sexy," I say. We kiss, and pull away just as people are ready. Everyone files out, and we take our seats. Glimmer is first, a true dumb blonde. Marvel makes me want to puke; he's such an idiot. Finally it's my turn. I intend on using my interview angle to its full extent.
"Clove, how are you?" Caesar asks me.
"Prepared," I answer, arrogantly.
"Getting arrogant, are we?" he jokes.
"Getting? I'm not getting anything. Except for the title of 'Victor'," I say, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow. I can almost feel Cato grinning at me and my arrogance.
"Well, you certainly aren't nervous," Caesar says.
"Why would I be nervous? I know I'm going to win," I answer, even though I know how I really feel. In all honesty, I am very nervous. I know that I won't win. I will give my life for Cato, so that he can live. I will do anything for his life. But I don't let anyone know this.
"Ladies and gentleman! Clove!" Caesar shouts at the end of my interview. I smile to the audience, an arrogant smile.
Cato is after me. It is clear that he is playing on his strength.
"Cato, are you going to win?" Caesar asks.
"Why wouldn't I?" Cato asks, flexing his muscles.
"You certainly are strong," Caesar says.
"Well, yes, I am," Cato says. His muscles are practically ripping through his shirt.
"You are pretty handsome, and I'm wondering; do you have a lover?" Caesar asks. Cato's eyes fly to mine. His eyes look panicked. I shook my head, subtly. He took a breath, as if he understood.
"No, why would I? Love makes you weak, and I'm too strong for it," Cato says, smiling. He looks to me to see if he did alright. I nod, ever so slightly. He breathes a sigh of relief, silently. The buzzer beeps, and Caesar bids him good-bye. He comes off the stage, sits next to me, and smiles at me.
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"The Games are tomorrow. Are you nervous?" I ask.
"Well, I can't pretend forever. I'm very nervous," Cato says, shakily.
"Me, too. I'm never killing you, so I better just die right here, right now," I say, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Don't talk like that. I will die for you, so that you can live a great life," Cato tells me, stroking my hair.
"I love you," I tell my Cato.
"I love you, too," Cato tells me. Just then, we hear footsteps. "I'm sorry. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow," Cato whispers, kisses me, and leaves. Just like that, I'm alone, speechless.
Author's Note: So tomorrow, they are going into the Games. Please review, and I'll see you later!
