Chapter 3

Cato's POV

Clove. So that is the little shit's name. I am still in a lot of pain but not as much as the second the dagger went right through me. She looked to be about my age. Damn, she has some real issues. I think to myself about that Clove girl the whole time they have been treating me. About an hour or so later, I am all stitched up and told to go home. They said don't come back until your hand is healed so you don't hurt it more. Screw that. Training is my life. I don't have time for this. I need to train. I'm volunteering when I'm 16 so that is about 2 years away. So once I am done, I head back home to my mom, dad, and younger sister. When I get there the family just sits silently and looks at me.

"Cato what happened to your hand?" asks my dad in a calm voice but I can tell he is hiding his anger.

"A girl was in the survival courses which in my opinion, is very weak, and my friends and I started laughing at her and then she threw a knife at us. Then, I walk over to her, pick her up and was about to throw her across the room but then I got stopped. After that she said my name was stupid, I was about to punch her, and then she stabbed me in the hand with her dagger." My sister just smirked but I ignored it.

"Cato what the hell is wrong with you." My mom says in a tiredish tone.

"Everything." I reply sarcastically. Then, I just head to my room. The day was tiring, so I just went to bed. I wake up the next day with my hand feeling a lot better. I get dressed into my uniform, brushed my teeth, washed my face, grabbed a banana, and I'm off to training. I am the first one there, as usual. I go to the swords and slice the heads off 4 dummies in a split second. I do this over for a few minutes. Then I go to the knife throwing section. I know that Clove chick will see me here but I don't care. I'm pretty good with knife throwing. Only half the time I get bulls eyes but any other time it is pretty close. I use knives for about 45 minutes. Then, I start using tomahawks. After 5 minutes of those, I see Clove walk in. She doesn't notice me. She comes over right beside me. Then, she looks up and sees it is me. I pretend that she isn't there but out of the corner of my eye, I see her giving me the death glare. Then she walks away to the bow and arrows. Wow. She hates me. I should be the one giving her the death glare after what she did to my hand. I can't help but to watch. She is pretty good. She hits dummy after dummy after dummy, almost all of them in the bulleyes. She was very quick. I spent more time throwing knives and tomahawks. Finally, after an hour or so, she walks over right beside me to throw some knives as well. She doesn't say a word to me nor does she even look at me. Shouldn't she be scared of me? After a couple minutes, she finally says something.

"So you throw knives?" she asks in disgust.

"Yeah I do actually. Problem?" I reply.

"Well there sure was a problem yesterday." she said

"We were only kidding." I said

"And you must have been kidding when you were about to throw me across the room and punch me?" she says still keeping her cool.

"I guess you were joking about stabbing me in he hand as well."

"You should have seen yourself. Screaming in pain like a pathetic little girl." she says with attitude. Wow just by her tone and the things she says. A ruthless, sadistic, arrogant, defiant girl. She won't take your bullshit. I love tough girls like that.

"Whatever Clover." I say with attitude myself.

"Fuck off bitch." she says.

"Someone's mad." I say

"Yeah, your asshole is." she replies. I suddenly burst out laughing. Wow that was funny. I don't care if she stabbed my hand she is great. I like her. WAIT. What am I thinking? I don't need a girlfriend. Whatever forget it.

Clove's POV

Wow this guy is retarded. He needs to get a life! Your asshole is what the hell? So, we continue throwing knives in silence. He isn't bad. But I don't care, I'm better anyways. I kinda hope to go to the hunger games with him so I can kill him painfully and slowly. Meh, doesn't matter, as long as he dies. We continue throwing knives throughout the day. Doesn't he have anything better to do? Why would he stick around here, soon, I use the tomahawks. We both do that in silence the whole day. When it's time to go home, I get my things and hear him say something. He kind of like, whispered it but I know I'm not supposed to hear it.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." he says.

"I heard you say something." I say annoyed.

"What do you care?" He asks.

"Your mom's ass cares." He gives a little chuckle.

"You think you're so tough Clover."

"That's not my name, Nato." I say really annoyed now.

"Well see you tomorrow." says Cato in a sarcastically cheerful voice. What a jag off. So I have all my stuff and make my way home.

Cato's POV

I can't stop thinking about her. I don't wanna face it, but I think I like her. Why? I mean she's smart, tough, talented with weapons, and hot, but, I never have needed a girlfriend even though I have had 2 before. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think about her the whole day. At the dinner table, I am very quiet. She's all I can think about. I'm trying to figure out whether I like her or not.

"Why so quiet?" asks my dad.

"Why do you care." I ask.

"Because you are never this quiet,, and you are my son, so I just wanna make sure everything is ok."

"I'm fine dad." I say. Then, I go back to eating dinner. After dinner, I go to my room on my phone and researched how to tell if you like a girl and things like that. I had finally come to the conclusion that I do like her.