Nice Beard

by CloveisDivergent

Seneca Crane, Head Gamemaker of the 74th Annual Hunger Games, has found himself drooling over District 2's very own, Clove. Clove has feelings for him too, we all know she does. But their love would never be accepted by the Capitol, nor anyone else. So how will their love survive? What if Clove dies in the Games? What if somone finds out and both are slaughtered for their actions?

4. Chapter 4

Seneca pulls away all to quickly, but apparently we were kissing for quite a while because it's dark now. In other words, time to go back to the apartment complex. I frown as he lifts me up, assuming that he'll set me down and we'll walk back, but he doesn't set me down, instead he carries me; bridal style. I laugh quietly as he walks out of the courtyard, he looks down at me, smiling softly.

"This was nice, Sen, thank you" I say quietly.

"Don't thank me," he leans down and kisses my nose, making my face turn slightly red. "Now, we'll need to think of an excuse for your absence."

I nod slowly, trying to think of something I could say to Enobaria, Brutus, or Gucci if they asked. When I come up with nothing, I sigh, shaking my head slowly, "I can't think of anything."

"Hmm..." he pauses, "We could say that you were at the training center. Nobody would argue, that's ususally where you would be, correct?"

"Yes, but what if Cato was down there and didn't see me?" I ask.

"Just tell him that he needs to be more observant. If he couldn't see the most beautiful girl in all of Panem across the room, he's obviously blind."

I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, so I bury my face in his shirt. "I'm not beautiful," I mumble.

Seneca just laughs, "Oh yes you are."

"Nooooo."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes."

I now realize that winning this arguement is clearly impossible and there is no use in pressing any further. "Fine," I say, sounding clearly disaapointed in my loss.

"Someone's grumpy," he chimes.

I frown, "I'm not grumpy. I'm just tired."

"Then we'd better get you to Floor 2!" He winks at me and starts sprinting in the general direction of the apartments.

I scream and cling onto him as tightly as I can, shutting my eyes, and hiding my face in his shirt. Any Capitol ciziten who witnessed this scene would probably think I was being kidnapped, but they took no actions other than gawking like idiots.

Finally, Seneca stops running, stops moving actually. I pull away from his chest and look up at him, he's staring at something in front of us. I slowly turn my head to see what's caught Sen's attention. I immediately find myself caught in the hateful gaze of none other than President Snow.