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Telling Clove that she was no longer going to New York with him hadn't exactly gone the way Cato had planned. He wanted to sit her down in the chicken coop with a cup of coffee and tell her that he was going to be busy, so it wouldn't be the best idea that she came back with him. Cato had figured that if he was holding one of the chickens, she wouldn't beat the shit out of him. He was going to tell her a few weeks later about Glimmer's Julliard audition. Now everything was messed up. He wanted to leave her here until her mother got better, not have her break up with him in the middle of her sister's wedding reception.

Cato ran a hand over his face as he stumbled up the driveway to Clove's house. He had slept in a motel, and it hadn't exactly been what Cato would describe as 'comfortable'. He rapped twice on the door and hoped that Clove didn't answer it, seeing as she'd probably slam it in his face.

"Annie." Cato sighed in relief when Clove's cousin opened the door.

"I'm not sure if I should let you in." Annie said, biting her lip. "Clove's using a picture of you as a dartboard.

"Please let me in. For Finn?" Cato pleaded. Annie rolled her eyes and pulled the door open further. She walked away, leaving Cato to close it.

The scariest thing Cato had ever done was climb the ladder to Clove's room- knowing that she was up there angrier than she'd been in a long time would send even a grown man's knees trembling. He knocked hesitantly against the trap door

"It's open!" She yelled. Cato pushed the trapdoor open slowly. As soon as he was stood in Clove's bedroom, he felt a dart whistle past his ear, barely missing.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming here again." Clove hissed, fixing her cold glare on him.

"You got it all wrong." Cato protested, then realized that it was probably the worst thing he could have said when another dart came flying past his ear.

"So you're not leaving me here and taking Glimmer to New York so that you can screw her while she dances her way through life?" Clove sneered.

"Jesus, Clove! You really think I'd do that?!" Cato yelled.

"All I'm saying is that I don't really know you at all, because I thought that you would never do this to me."

"Clove-"

"Is it because she's blonde?" Clove cut in. Cato refused to answer her, so she narrowed her eyes at him and stepped forward.

"Is it. Because. She's. Blonde." She seethed.

"I'm not going to New York to screw your best friend." Cato sighed, before muttering, "And I thought Effie was dramatic."

"Get out!" Clove screamed, slipping off her shoe and throwing it at him. Cato stepped to the side and it flew past him, but the second shoe hit him square in the chest. He stumbled backwards.

"When I told you I never wanted to see you again I fucking meant it, now get the hell off my property!" Clove yelled. She flung her third dart and this time, Cato had to dive to miss it.

…

"Do you think Clove's going to be okay?" Annie asked. She, Finnick, Katniss, Peeta, Marvel and Finch were sat in the dining room playing a poker. Cato had thundered down the stairs a few minutes ago, and they had all heard him slam the door.

"Cato's a dick, but he'll find some way to make it up to her." Marvel shrugged, pushing his chips into the middle of the table.

"I don't know. I've never seen her this mad." Katniss shrugged, examining her cards closely.

"They'll work things out." Peeta shrugged.

"I don't think so." Finnick said. He was reading through a text message on his phone, his cards face down on the table.

"Why not?" Finch asked.

"Cato just texted me asking me to push the flight to New York forward." Finnick frowned.

"He's still going?" Annie asked, her mouth forming an 'o'.

"Of course he is. He's got a career and fans to think about. Cato may love her, but his life doesn't revolve around Clove." Finnick pointed out.

"If he leaves now without explaining things to her, then Clove won't ever speak to him again. Like, ever." Finch sighed. After all her meddling to split up Clove and Darius and get her with Cato, they were breaking up over something neither of them could control.

"You know that he can't tell her." Katniss said sternly.

"So everybody knows about Mandy except Clove?" Marvel asked.

"Pretty much. Mandy won't tell her just yet because she doesn't want Clove to worry." Annie explained to him.

"So why'd she tell Katniss?"

"Because Katniss is way more logical than Clove. We all saw how she reacted when Cato cut his finger. What do you think she'll do with this information?" Peeta said, shooting Katniss a quick wink.

"She's going to be really mad if the give away is when Mandy loses her hair. I mean, I'd hate to find out like that." Marvel shuddered.

"Would you really want your child to find out that the reason she can't go off to follow her dreams with the guy she loves is because of you?" Annie asked, raising an eyebrow at Marvel.

"I'd rather that than haver think she's not telling me something as important as cancer!" Marvel said. He laid his cards down on the table, and the others copied him.

"I win." Finch grinned, scooping up the chips. Nobody was surprised- Finch always won.

"Whatever, Marvel." Peeta said, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, I think that Mandy should just tell Clove and get it over with. But whatever, it's her choice." Marvel shrugged.

"Tell Clove what?"

"Crap." Katniss whispered. Her eyes at turned wide as soon as she had heard the cold voice. Clove stalked towards them. Her eyes usually stayed the same colour, but today they were black as night.

"Tell Clove what?"

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