Hello, Lovelys! I am going to try to write as much as I can from today-Sunday. Sunday, my mom is coming home and we are going to be busy packing. Okay... Enjoy!
I watch as Cato's muscles grow tense. He is squeezing my hand so hard, almost grinding my bones together. I don't care; I have worse things to worry about.
Johanna whispers something into her communicator, causing Marvel to look at the time. Sweat drips down his face, his weary eyes glancing at the thin shaft of light drifting in from the crack in our hide-out. It is just a small closet, it's door facing the bakery. There is another smaller door at the back, which leads to a small office building leading back to the semi.
Valuable seconds tick away, tick tock. Tick tock. Marvel looks at the time on his dimly lit cell phone. Again.
"If they are not back in two minutes, we have to leave." Marvel whispers. Cato glares at him; though I don't know why. "Johanna, you'll go with Cato, Clove you'll go with me."
"No. I'm taking Clove." Cato says this with finality, like "This is how I want it, and this is how it will be".
"Okay... That'll work, too." Marvel says, squinting his eyes slightly.
"Shh." I say, holding my index finger up. I point to the door, slowly getting up from my position next to Cato, letting go of his hand. I put my right arm up against the door, planning to go in to peak out. But, my plan is foiled by Katniss swinging the door open.
"Move, move." She says as she drags in a small figure. Looking closer, I see that the figure is a girl, blonde hair, pale skin.
Johanna gets up and hurriedly closes the door. In darkness, we all exhale the breathes we have all been holding in for the last half hour. Mentally or physically... Doesn't matter. Cato opens the back door, just enough for Marvel to see what he's doing when he lifts the seemingly sleeping girl onto his shoulder, and for Katniss to be able to distribute the supplies she found. Why no one went with her, her own request. We insisted upon at least coming with her to help when she got back.
I get to carry a gallon of gas, Cato: a basket of canned food, Johanna: a first aid kit, and Katniss, a gallon of water. How Katniss carried this all and dragged the girl, I have no clue.
Cato's POV
We hustle through a maze of hallways and offices, eventually exiting an emergency exit door, leading us into the woods and to the semi. We open the back depositing the girl and Katniss. The four of us left ride up front. In the same order, Johanna taking Katniss' place.
"Shit!" Marvel exclaims before telling Johanna and Clove to put the gas in the tank. Which leaves him and I, alone.
"Why do I get the sense that you don't like me?" Marvel says. I look at him, cocking my head.
"Because I don't." I say nonchalantly.
He nods his head, eyes trying to decide something. I squint at him until he finally says, "I don't want Clove. If it seems like I do; I don't."
Now it is my turn to nod and decide. "That's good. Because if you did, and if you tried something... I would have to kill you." I almost regret saying that. But not quite.
Marvel's eyes widen in surprise, his eye brows arching. "Seems legit." He starts nodding again, just before the girls hop back in.
I turn and smile at Clove, putting my arm around her shoulders and kissing her forehead... Then smirk at Marvel. He looks away, starting the ignition. We ride away from the burning district, down a winding road that seems to go on for hours. No one speaks.
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Clove's POV
I fiddle with the string on Cato's grey hoodie. My head is leaning on his shoulder, his arm around me. Silence fills the air as dusk slowly approaches. The sun fading behind the line of trees sends orange streaks across the now blue sky. The clouds have all been blown away, relieving us of the rain. Strange, that the weather changes so fast.
Cato tightens his grip around me, almost in a forced way, causing me to look up. And this is what I see. Cato is glaring at Marvel, Marvel's jaw is clenched and his fists are white-knuckled around the steering wheel.
Cato's POV
Marvel looks away angrily, obviously agitated. I have been glaring at him the whole way, and he knows it. He has been sneaking peeks at Clove. He even bit his lip at one point. I know Clove is beautiful, but you don't have to stare.
I let my thoughts about Clove wonder freely now that were "dating". I may have said yes, but we never really talked about it before. But that of course doesn't really stop me.
Clove's POV
Johanna speaks up. "God, you can cut the tension with a knife." Then lets out a tiny laugh.
I look at her, throwing my left thumb over my shoulder and rolling my eyes. I was sensing it, too. But, then again, who wasn't?
I am going to start writing the next chapter now...