"I'm never gonna get to close to you, even when I mean the most to you. In case you go and leave me in the dirt."
I'm Way Too Good At Goodbyes by Sam Smith
DISCLAIMER-I do NOT own the Hunger Games. All rights will forever and always go to Suzanne Collins. I wish they didn't though lol
He pondered everything and finally Clove came to with blood red towels covering her face.
She looked around for some sort of explanation or clue to what happened when she saw Cato frantically looking around. "Cato?"
His head jerked over to look at her. The spiky blonde haired boy rushed over and knelt down to her. He grabbed her head, "Clove. Are you okay?" His eyes burned into her with desire. "Clove, listen, I'm so sorry, I didn't- I- I didn't mean too- Well I did but- Not at you!"
Clove looked at him in confusion, "Okay, okay, slow down. Cato. What happened?" Clove asked not even recalling anything.
"Do you even remember what happened?" Cato asked.
"Well, I am asking what happened, so what do you think?" Clove laughed lightly.
Cato fixed his posture and puffed out his chest in bravery but with a sort of scared face. "Cato? Did something bad happen?"
Cato knitted his eyebrows together and Clove sat up facing him. "Was it actually that bad, Cato?" Cato looked at her longily.
"First of all, I'm sorry." Cato looked at her.
"Cato, people in District Two don't apologize." Clove said jokingly.
"Whatever, I am sorry. I did this to you. Verim," Cato paused, hating the fact the he muttered that wretched name. "He blocked my punch to him, with you." Cato was ashamed as he said it, and his face turned red from embarrassment, waiting for a hit to the face from Clove.
Instead of getting mad, Clove burst out laughing, rolling around on the ground and everything. "He, he what?!" Clove started coughing, choking on air from laughing.
Cato looked down at the ground, "You are not making this any easier, Clove." Clove laughed even louder, breathing very heavily.
"Cato, Cato, Cato. From all this laughing you're gonna give me wrinkles for the reaping tomorrow. Seriously!"
Cato chuckled, "At least they aren't gonna see 'em if you do have wrinkles."
Clove looked at him in question.
"You're not volunteering, are you?" Cato asked.
"No, but I could be reaped…" Clove said.
"You're not gonna be reaped, and if you are someone's obviously gonna volunteer. It's DIstrict 2, and Lilian said she was gonna volunteer since it was her last year too."
"Wait, I thought you were volunteering…?" Clove asked, very confused.
"I am." Cato looked.
"But Lilian's good, like, really, really, good." Clove said concerned.
Cato smirks. "You don't really think she could stop me, do you?"
"Just a keep a mace away from her and you'll be good. Or show you're ruthless and kill her at bloodbath. That'd be smart. Actually, kill whoever your partner is at bloodbath. Show the crowd you're ruthless and willing to stop at nothing."
Cato looked at her in concern, "Wow Clove, you've thought really deep into everything."
"Well, what can I say? Die? No. I just want you to get outta there as soon a possible. I wanna be the first from the District to see you when you get back." Clove stared into his eyes.
"Clove, I'll love you no matter what happens."
"Don't talk like that, you are gonna win. And you are gonna get back to me, don't even question it." Clove said defiantly, "Anyway, see you at reaping?" Clove smiled.
Cato nodded with a smile, "Love you, babe." He kissed her goodbye and headed off before Clove started performing gymnastic fighting to a dummy whilst knocking off a lot of mannequins heads.
Whoa oh my god, cliffhanger! (not really lol) Anyways if you guys could tell where I was leading this chapter, yeah reapings are next chapter, I hope you guys enjoy thank you!
Review are always very much appreciated, thanks again, see you at the next chapter, BYEEEEEEEEE! :)
Also I apologize for the very short chapter, next will definitely be longer XD
