Glimmer: "He what!?" I yell. Clove nods glumly. "He pleaded for me to meet him at the park."
"And you're going to go?!" I exclaim. She shrugs. "I don't know. He looked really sincere. What if he actually is being serious?" She says. "You really like him don't you?!" I cry. "Make your own choice. I don't know!" I say, walking back to my room. And later, when I find her room empty. I knew she has made the wrong choice.
Cato: I shiver, wrapping my scarf around my neck tighter. I looked hopefully around the park. She's not going to come you idiot! Why would she?! You made her so angry. She probably hates you now! Whoa. Hold on. Why do I care? I mean, it's not like I actually want to be with her for real right? I put my hands in my black trench coat pocket. I wore a black and white striped shirt, black coat and red scarf.
I sigh, watching my exhaled breath turn into fog, before disappearing. I lean back onto this huge willow tree and look into the sky. I think about Clove. Why do I want to see her so much? It's not possible is it? That I actually like her. Well, she is hot. But, she doesn't like me. I guess she proved that by not coming. I sigh again. WHY AM I SO SAD!?
Clove: I reach the park. But I don't see Cato anywhere. Anger boils inside me. This is all a trick! He didn't even come! And worse. Someone's probably filming. The stupid girl who actually thought the most popular kid in the school likes her. I wanted to kick myself. How could I be so stupid?! I walk slowly, to my favorite willow tree. I trace my fingers on the bark. I finally find where I had carved my name last week. There, scratched on the bark, 'CLOVE' I smile. The boy with beautiful blue eyes flashes across my mind. I'm angry. But I found it hard to hate such a hot guy. NO! WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT!? I HATE HIM! I HAVE TO!
Cato: I don't know why. I miss Clove. I longed to see her. See her cute face. Could it be possible? That I am falling in love for the first time?!
Clove: I wrap my jacket around my body tighter. The air was chilling. Wind billowed around, blowing my hair in different directions.
Cato: There's no point waiting. She hates me. I just wish she knew how I felt. Yeah, I admit. At first I was going to toy around with her. But today, after school, it was genuine. When I pleaded her to come. I was actually meaning it. I like Clove. I just wish I got to tell her that. I walk away from the park sadly.
Clove: My neck was getting cold. I walk away back to my house. A strong wind suddenly blew and something hit me in the face. I pulled it off my face. It was red scarf. It smelled of cologne. It was familiar. But I couldn't point out what. I hold the scarf wondering what to do. I walk to an elderly lady, sitting on the bench knitting. "Excuse me" I ask politely. "Do you remember anyone who had this scarf?" She frowns and adjusts her spectacles. "Aah…Yes…A handsome young man in a trench coat had this on!" She exclaims. "Where is he now?" I ask. "He was standing at that willow tree" She says pointing at my tree. "Then he walked over there" The lady points again, to the richer villages. "Thank you!" I say to the lady. I glance at the scarf. It was an expensive brand. I start to jog. If the person walked slowly, I might catch up to him. I start running. I spot a tall guy. I sprint up to him. "Excuse me, is this your scarf?" The man looks at me, then the scarf. "No" He says. Then he continues walking. I jog, looking around desperately for more people.
Cato: A breeze blows by, and I shiver. My neck feels so cold. Where is my scarf? SCARF! It must've blown off! I start to run back to the park. I see a flash of red somewhere. Then, I see my scarf. My scarf! It was in the hand of a girl. Her back was facing me. What is she doing with my expensive scarf?! Stealing it?
Clove: I ask another person passing by if he owned the scarf. He shook his head. "Nope, sorry." I sigh in exasperation. I hear a voice behind me. "That's my scarf" I turn to the owner of the voice.
Cato: "That's my scarf" I say to the girl. She was asking people if they owned it. She's honest. Because, that scarf is expensive. Most people would steal it. She slowly turns around. She stares at me. I stare at her.
Clove: I am met by his eyes. The ones I think about the most. What is he doing here? He was the guy on the other side of the tree?
