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Cato: Elbows on knees, I sit on the edge of the bed, continually twisting the ring on my finger. I slide it off and onto my palm. I close my fingers over it and close my eyes. I'm Cato Hadley, I'm 18 years old and I'm married to Clove Sevina. See anything wrong with that sentence? Yes, 18. I'm only 18 and she's 15. We're not even adults yet. How is it legal to get married at such a young age? The lock clicks on the bathroom door. I slip the ring back onto my ring finger and turn around.

"Hey," I say grinning. She exhales.

"Cato, I understand how you're feeling. You don't have to pretend to be happy."

"Why wouldn't I be happy?" I ask. She stops blowing her hair dry.

"Because, we're still young. Not even adults yet." I roll off the bed and stand behind her.

"Are you upset?" I ask. She puts the hairdryer back on the table.

"Yeah, I kind of am."

Clove: It's just, my age, it's bothering me. I'm not ready to be someone's wife. Not yet.

"Clover, babe. Don't you want to be with me?" He asks softly, tilting my head up to him.

"Yes, I do. But-"

"Yes. That's all you and I need to know. Let's forget everything else now. Only think about us." He kisses me and I melt into the kiss. I forget about my worries and everything. Our tongues collide and our kiss becomes fierce. Both of us never wanting to stop, breaking away only to get a few more breaths. He steps back and I follow and we fall onto the bed, never breaking our intense lip lock. I lie on top of him kissing him. He gently bites on my bottom lip and I feel shivers through my body.

I move my fingers over his broad chest, getting slightly annoyed at his shirt. Still kissing, I run my fingers down to the bottom of his shirt. My fingers tug on his shirt and pull it upwards. Slowly, I begin to peel off his shirt.

Cato: At around seven-thirty, we sit in front of the television, because it was the reading of the card for the seventy-fifth annual Hunger Games. President Snow walks on stage, followed by a little boy wearing a white suit. They boy had a wooden box in his hands. President Snow talks about the Dark Days and how the Hunger Games came to be and all that stuff that we hear often. Then he explains how each twenty-five years, there would be a special Hunger Games.

"On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it." Snow recalls.

"That would be sad." Clove comments.

"…On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes." Clove and I exchange a glance.

"And now we honour our third Quarter Quell. The kid steps forward and opens the box. Snow removes a small yellow envelope from rows of envelopes. Then he pulls out a small piece of paper and reads,

"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors." Clove, always the bright one, understands right away and it takes me a while. Clove looks worried.

"Hey, its gonna be fine. District 2 had so many victors, we won't have to go in again." I reassure. Clove looks up,

"Cato, don't you get it? President Snow will do something. He's going to make sure we have to go in again. Because of that stupid rebellion thing." I gasp. "Do you really think so?" I whisper. She nods.

"We'll be fine. Just make sure only one of us goes in and we can win this thing. One of us can win again." I say. She nods.

"I hope."

hehe. slow much Cato?

Clove: The day of the reaping comes and I'm not feeling well. I've threw up a lot and always felt weak and tired. We walk to the Justice building and go into roped off areas for the victors. There's quite a lot of previous victors who still look tough and fit. Cato said that I'm feeling sick, he should be the one that goes back in, but it's unpredictable who gets chosen.

Cato: Jingles appears and reaches into the girls reaping bowl. She snags a piece of paper and reads the name. "Clove Sevina." No way. What were the chances of that happening? Clove was right. It must've been staged. I watch her walk onto the stage, trying to look tough but I knew she was still sick. Must be like, the flu or something. Jingles reads the boy name.

"Isaac Kentwell" I watch the big, burly guy walk up. I remember him; he was bloodthirsty, stopping at nothing to win. He would kill Clove in a heartbeat. I couldn't let that happen. And I'm pretty sure this is what President Snow has been anticipating.

"I volunteer!" I holler.

"I volunteer!" I repeat, running up the steps.

"Okay!" Jingles says, ushering Isaac off.

"No wait-!" He protests. But it was too late; we were already pushed through the doors.

"Cato why did you do that!? We both know only one of us can win!"

"I know…But he would've killed you!"

"Like I couldn't kill him!"

"You can't! You're sick, you've been throwing up!" I say. She couldn't say anything but tears brimmed her eyes.

"Come here." I breathe, hugging her tightly.

"Cato, I don't want to lose you." She cries into my arm.

"I know…We'll think of a way okay?"

Clove: I can't tell him. Not when we're in this situation. And if I did, he would definitely sacrifice himself. Brutus is our mentor again and this time, Enobaria, another previous victor, will me mentoring as well. For the tribute parade, we wear an armour type costume again, but more of a Roman look. Before the parade, Finnick, a stunning young man came over to our chariot and offered me sugar cubes. He stood a bit too close for comfort and he wasn't wearing much clothing. Cato was staring but I waved it off. After the parade, I go into my room and change out of my costume, I was just out of it when the door opens and Cato walks in.

"Cato!" I shriek, desperately trying to cover myself with anything I could find.

"Who cares Clove? We're married anyway." Yeah, married. Sometimes I still don't believe it. I sigh and quickly change into a shirt and shorts.

"Hey, want me to stay here or what?"
"Do you even have to ask?" I scoff. He grins and happily bounces over to my bed.

what does Clove want to tell Cato? Its pretty obvious. aha. And ooh Finnick.. I sense some jealousy from Cato.

Cato: In training, we ally with Gloss and Cashmere. The siblings who won in consecutive years. The girl, Cashmere, looks a lot like Glimmer. She's in her thirties, so no flirting this time. They aren't too bad with weapons and can handle knives and stuff properly. After a few days, it's time for the test with the Gamemakers. I think I did pretty well because this time I threw a few spears and knives. Clove taught me a few times how to use a knife and I'm pretty decent.

Clove: We sit in front of the TV and Caesar shows up. "From District 1, Gloss, with a score of 9. Cashmere, with a score of 8." Cato and I look at each other and we shrug. "District 2, Cato, with a score of 11!"

"Oh my goodness Cato! An eleven!" Jingles exclaims, her hand over her heart. Cato looks really happy and confident. I smile sadly, he really should win. Cato reaches across and holds my hand.

"Don't worry, you'll get a good score." He reassures.

Cato: I'm happy with my score. And eleven is really rare.

"And Clove, a score of 9." Silence.

"That's alright honey, it's good." Jingles murmurs.

"That's fine." The stylists encourage. Clove looks upset. Then she suddenly runs away and into her room.

"Clove!" I exclaim. I run after her and into her room. I hear gagging sounds and she's in her bathroom, throwing up into the sink.

"Clove…" I say. I walk into the bathroom and help her clean up.

"Thanks." She says, as I help her sit down on her bed.

"Clove, the score's fine."

"I'm not worried because of that! It's just; the score's proven that it's affecting my skills and strength!"

"You mean your sickness?" I ask, kneeling down in front of her. "It'll go away. We can get some Capitol doctors, some medicine-"

"Cato that wouldn't help. And I won't see a doctor." She says firmly.

"Clove why not?!'' I ask, raising my voice.

"I just don't want to!" She replies.

"You're hiding something."

"No I'm not!"

"I'm going to tell Brutus you're sick." I say, standing up and walking away.

"No!" She grasps my wrist. I turn around.

"Then tell me why."

"Cato, I-I'm…I'm pregnant." She says quietly.

"What?"

"I said I'm pregnant!" She raises her voice.

DUM DUM DUMMM (it was pretty expected aye?) How does Cato react?

Clove: There, I said it. He looks like someone's punched him. He stands speechless for a while before grabbing my hands.

"Clove, are you sure? Do you know what you're saying?!" He demands. I nod, tears slipping.

"Oh no, don't cry Clove." He wipes my tears with his thumb. "Clove, I-I don't know. I'm happy. I really am, but now, it's not the best time is it?" He asks, hugging me.

"I'm sorry." I whimper.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He stammers. He hugs me tighter and I know what he's thinking. He's going to make sure that I'm the one who gets out of the arena. Get out of the horrible place and back home where his child would be safe.

Cato: She has to be the one who wins. She has to. I pull away from the hug and rest a hand on her stomach.

"I'm going to be dad?" I ask, blinking tears. Clove puts her hand on my face.

"Yeah." She whispers.

"I-I always wanted a family." I breathe. Tears slide down my cheeks, wetting Clove's hand. None of us want to bring up the fact that I might not be able to see our child be born. We might never have a proper, full family. And we stayed that way.

*sobs* oh, just me? okay..

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