The Untold Story
Summary: No one knows what Cato is like under that rugged exterior, and no one knows what Clove is like when she's in love.
Main Pairing: Cato/Clove
The Journey
Cato's POV
After the visit's were over we were taken to the boarding station. I didn't get much visitors anyway, just my dad and my brothers. Mark was there as well but he was just yelling at me about how I stole his chance of volunteering away. We walked up to the large grey-blue train and stood in the doorway while Capitol photographers took as many photos of Clove and I as they could. After what felt like an eternity of waiting they led us into the train.
We are led to our own private quarters each with a bedroom, a dressing area and a private bathroom. Erro told us to do whatever we want before dinner so I decide to take a shower and change into some clean clothes. After coming out of the shower I get changed into an seagreen shirt, button down shirt and dark blue pants.
Erro came in and took me away for supper after I was dressed. She led me into a large room with polished panelled walls and a large oak dining table(You thought I was going to put mahoghany, didn't you?). Clove is sitting at the table, in deep conversation with our mentor, Pethro Salonge. He was a muscular twenty year old man, with bronze curly hair, and dark green eyes. He had won the 72nd Hunger Games by setting traps for his victims, before killing off his fellow careers by slipping nightlock into their meals.
"So you're the famous Cato?" Pethro askes me, when he notices us walking in. "Clove has told me all about you."
"Has she now?" I reply sitting opposite him. "I hope she has said only good things."
Clove and Pethro start laughing and we fall into conversation about the previous games and the newly reaped tributes. Our supper is given to us in courses. We get rich, delicous looking food, which I try with all my will to try and not wolf down. After the first three courses I'm starting to feel sick but I don't care, this is the best food I've tasted in my life. Despite District 2 being one of the wealthier districts, we still never get nearly enough food.
After supper we went to another compartment to watch the other reapings. The first features Glimmer, the stunning girl that Mark and I had been discussing at the reaping, and a male career named Marvel. Ours is second and is quite interesting to the commentators, what with having two volunteers in the same district. One tribute who really stuck out was the girl from District 12. She looked around sixteen, had long black hair arranged in a braid down her back, glossy olive skin and rather scary grey eyes. She had volunteered for her twelve year old sister, which I had to admit was impressively brave. Of course the seriousness of the situation was runied by Haymitch Abernathy.
"Well that was an interesting set of tributes." Erro commented.
"I thought the girl from twelve was brave." I said.
"She was seriously ballsy." Pethro added. "She seems like she may be a challenge in the games."
"Possibly, but the boy had quite impressive arms." Clove put in, making me suddenly dislike the boy.
"Although he looked kind of like a wimp." I said.
"Yeah, he doesn't seem like a threat." Pethro commented.
"Well, I must be heading to bed." Erro said, getting up and walking out of the door. "I suggest that you three do the same. We'll be arriving in the Capitol tomorrow."
"I'd do as she said." Peithro said, getting up. "Goodnight."
After he walked out of the door, Clove and I were left in awkward silence.
"So, why did you volunteer?" I asked Clove curiously.
"Why are you asking?" She replied. "I volunteered for Megan."
"Oh come on." I said annoyed. "I know you two are close, but Megan can handle herself. You said so yourself. I can remember one time when she bet the shit out of five guys who were annoying her."
"It-It's..."
"It's what?" I asked growing more frustrated by the second.
"It's nothing okay?!" She screeched, clearly annoyed as she was giving me her famous death glare. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to bed." She huffed, walking out and closing the door with a slam.
"Oh God. What have I done?" I groaned into the darkness of the empty room. It was never a good idea to piss off Clove, it always took forever to get back in her good books.
I walked out of the room and headed to my bedroom, pausing briefly in front of Clove's bedroom. I continued to my room, realising that apologising would just make her angrier. I quickly changed into some blue shorts and a t-shirt and crawled into my bed, hoping that tomorrow wouldn't be as tough as today.
Hey, I know it's been ages since I've updated, but I've noticed that I do this thing where I get obsessed with a story, start it, try and continue it, fail, and then successfully write the next chapter. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.