I changed it a little, sorry! But i have some new ideas for this im excited about.
The next day Cato jogged up the mountain, tiny Goosebumps rising under his hoodie as the cold air gently whipped around him, small snowflakes falling and starting to stick to his thick eyelashes. He ignored the cold and continued his pace, coming in view of the boulder that he knew covered his view of the door to Cloves hidden house.
Before Cato took another step, he heard a chomping sound before he heard a low grunt above him. He lifted his head before seeing Clove crashing down on his, smushing him to the floor and causing them to tumble down a hill. She stopped them with her boot while she put her forearm into his throat.
"Always be on the lookout."
"Is that a rule?" Cato struggled to say.
"I guess you could say. We'll make that rule number 1."
"But I thought rule number 1 was no sexual jokes?" Cato smirked before he reached up, gripping her thigh and flipping her on her back, his body now covering hers, his hand still on her thigh, sliding down. "I guess not," He smiled.
Clove couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness. Cato followed her eyes down to see a knife she had under his jacket, pulling the blade through his shirt, cutting the fabric. She plunged the knife in the ground beside her before putting her knees on Catos stomach, pushing him off and rolling on top of him, her knees sliding to pin his arms down. He smacked the base of her spine with his knee, kicking her off before scrambling to get up, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and smacking her down to the floor that was now covered in a thin layer of snow. Her black hair fell out of its messy bun widely around her. Her green eyes dazzling as all the snowflakes fell around and landing on her perfect silk black hair.
Cato just stared at her, ignoring the drop in temperate, seeing his breath clearly in front of him, his hands bright red and aching, dry.
"Did you freeze in this weather?" she said.
He looked down to see her shirt revealing the top of her chest, the delicate curve of her collarbone. He let go. He composed himself. "I just wanted you to think about how I won,"
The soft snowflakes had turned into hard hail as they continued practicing. Clove and Cato were both tough, strong, determined people, wanting to keep practicing even in tough weather but soon it became so bad they couldn't walk without slipping and crashing into rocks, they couldn't see anything in front of them, they couldn't fight without slipping back and smacking the ground, making the air come out of their lungs.
Cato picked up Clove, his foot slipping and slamming her into a jagged part of the mountain side, a piece of it breaking off into her shoulder. But she didn't flinch, instead she head butted Cato, kneeing him in the stomach. He released her. Cato went to throw a punch but she ducked, making him scrap his knuckles. They both began getting beaten up and battered, random parts of them bloody. Clove had seen Cato becoming pale and knew Cato would never say anything about being cold. Clove called it quits.
"Cato go home. You're not learning anything besides how to fall on your ass," She yelled through the heavy snow storm.
"No!"
"Yes, go!" She yelled. They argued for a while but eventually he glared at her, caving in. He nodded before running off down the mountain, back to his large, warm mansion.
Clove dragged herself inside her house, immediately going into her bathroom. She took off her shirt over her shoulders, ignoring the pain. She turned around to see a huge rock in her shoulder, tearing more skin as she moved. She opened a cabnit and took out an extra towel, rolling it up and putting it in her mouth as she quickly took out the rock shards in her shoulder. The towel muffled her screams, almost making her choke, but she bared through it.
"Where were you in that storm son?" Cato's father asked as he saw him coming home.
"Just running, trying to prepare myself for the Hunger Games better sir." Cato lied.
"Well take it easy. They say the storm is suppose to be getting worse." His mother said kindly. She would have smiled, but people in District 2 are not taught how to smile. It was a shock that some were even taught to care.
The next day Cato got up bright and early like always. He took his quick shower and dressed in his regular work out clothes before jogging to the training center in the middle of District 2. He shook off the cold as he stripped his jacket and walked over to the other kids, waiting to be told what they were going to do today.
Cato focused, trained hard and did the best he could. But he'd never felt more happy then when they were all dismissed for the day. He was the first student out of there. Unfortunately he wasn't alone. Holly was right behind him. "Hey sexy, were you off to in a hurry?"
"None of your business." He said.
"You're going to see your mountain whore?" Holly asked seriously, jealously creeping up in her.
"She's not a whore. And if I was, I wouldn't tell you. Holly I don't like you." Cato said before continuing walking, without her.
Her ran up the stairs into his room, packing a small bag. He remembered Clove had that he slammed Clove into a rock, a piece breaking into her shoulder. He packed some gauze and some anti biotics. He usually wasn't this considerate with people, in fact he was thinking about leaving that pack he just a packed, but something possessed him and he grabbed the pack before leaving.
"Hey son, where are you going?" Catos father asked.
"Friends house to… train." Cato lied.
"What's with the pack?"
"Extra clothes. I'm thinking about spending the night." He said before leaving. He jogged up to the mountain. He wiped the snow from his eyes, knocking heavily on the door.
Clove just finished up heating her left over leopard when she heard the door. She slowly walked over there, looking through the peep hole to see it was a cold Cato. She opened the door and he didn't even ask to come in, and she didn't mind. She closed the door behind him. "What are you doing here?"
"Here to train." He said. "Did I interrupt your dinner?"
"Yeah. Do you want some?" she said as she walked over to the table to continue to eat.
"Leopard isn't on my diet plan." Cato joked as he placed his pack on the table before walking up behind Clove. He moved her sweater over gently, to reveal her wound.
She smacked his hand away. "What are you doing?"
"Calm down. Just trying to help." He said, moving her shirt again. He saw she had removed the rock shards, but her skin was damaged and was pulsing green and purple. He reached into his pack and took out the medicine, squeezing some into his hands. "This might hurt." He said before gently rubbing it on her wound. She gritted her teeth but let him continue.
He rubbed his hands slowly on her shoulder, massaging the medicine into her. She closed her eyes, the pain extremely hurtful. She almost growled as he began cleaning out the wound. Cato reached down and grabbed her hand, she at first smacked it away, but as the pain got worse she reached out for his hand and excepted his offer, squeezing his hand as he continued with the medicine.
When he finished, he went to wash his hands. He wasn't expecting Clove to say thank you, and she wasn't going to. Thank you's were a sign of needing help and she didn't need help. But secretly she did appreciate it. Her shoulder burned but was becoming numb, which was better than the pain.
They moved to the living room, doing some simple kick boxing moves. Even with her wound Clove was a warrior. There simple kick boxing moves got violent. She punched him across the face and he smiled. "Oh you're going to get it." He said before tackling her against the couch, knocking it over. Clove swung her leg, trying to kick him. He grabbed her leg as he got up, swinging her over to the door. She ran into the door, face first. Cato was behind her, shoving her against the door.
"Oh shit." Clove said as she saw out the peep hole.
"What?" Cato said, lighting his grip to see what she was talking about.
Clove turned around and punched him, taking him off guard and causing him to tumble over. "Never get distracted. That was a trick" She warned. " But I was talking about this weather." She said, peering through the peep hole. "Cato it's getting bad, you should go."
"Trying to kick me out? I got it covered. Told everybody I was spending the night at a friends house." He winked. "So where am I sleeping?"
"You think you can just stay here?"
"But I helped heal you." He gave a pouty face. "And I'm black mailing you." He reminded her.
Clove couldn't help but smile. "You're sleeping on the couch."