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It's better this way Cato. Besides who needs some district girl when you can have any prize pickings after you win the games. I can feel my forehead dampening as I look at myself in the mirror. Can you actually keep to your ally promise with Clove? Can you be that close to her without fear of the feelings that I had about her, making their reappearance? Distance. Distance yourself and it'll make it easier. I shake my head and wipe my forehead clean of moisture and give myself a confident smirk. Now if only you can keep this expression when you're around the one girl that makes you feel different…
I stomp out of the train car and throw myself onto a couch and put my hands behind my head. I take a swig of the liquor the avox has offered me. I let out a burp and try to amplify it as what I guess must be our mentor. "Okay. First off…Eww…Secondly…I'm Cazzle Dween, your mentor for the seventy fourth hunger games." She extends her bony yet muscular hand. I grab it and shake it, she is so tiny that by me shaking her hand, it has made her entire arm flop around. She turns around sharply and shakes Clove's hand. Clove shakes it with such elegance, it startles me how out of character that was. I look at her questioningly and I know my mouth must be open as Clove directs me a death glare as our mentor turns her back towards her. "I watched your games Cazzle…they were spectacular!" "Thank you Clove." Cazzle looks toward me and just shakes her head.
"Well it was nice meeting you Clove. I guess I'll see you two for dinner." I nod and watch our very odd mentor exit.
I bust out laughing as soon as the door shuts. My stomach is aching from all the laughing and my eyes begin to water.
"What was that Clover?"
"What was what?" She spits in my face,
"That whole…nice girl act. That definitely not the Clover I know!"
"What? You don't think I can be nice? Is that what you're telling me Cato?"
"I-I-Umm-No-I-just- You know what I mean!"
"No I can honestly say I don't, you jerk!"
I snicker at her goody good way of "insulting" me. "Forget it Cato. This can be settled in the arena." "Think you can handle it, kid?" She grunts and stomps out of the room. I shake my head in dismissal of this girl…that I can't even understand. I throw my head back and close my eyes. All of a sudden I feel a small amount of weight straddling my chest, and boots mashing into my wrists. My eyes fly open and my face is only an inch from Clove's. With my new victor mindset I begin thrashing my legs around. Clove is incredibly light, so I could easily throw her off of me and crack her neck in seconds…if it weren't for the knife resting on my neck. "Still think of me as a kid? Because who is the stupid one pinned down with a knife to his throat?" She cracks a sinister smile. And that's when I realize Clove may be a serious threat in the games.
She's not some foolish child. She has a mind…and knife skills I have never seen anybody in district two rein in. I try to swallow even with the lump in my throat. I stutter for a few moments before Clove climbs off me. "That's what I thought. Keep your eyes open…even while you sleep…Who knows…you make wake up with a knife in your chest." Her head flies back as she lets out a loud and obnoxious laugh. Clove is now a threat. And that's when I see the knife wizing by my face and landing on the back of the couch. You're gonna have to kill Clove...because she certainly isn't scared to toy around with your life.
In no time at all it's time to arrive in the dining car for dinner. While I always had food in district two…that doesn't mean it was anything worth eating of course…I was on the diet of a tribute from day one. So when I see the buffet of food laid out, I can't help but indulge and fill four plates to the rim. I take my seat and ignore my "guests" right now all I want to do is fill my stomach with something that doesn't taste like bland paste. I shovel in two plates before I even look up. Cazzle shakes her head in disgust,
"However you chose to eat, boy…but just don't expect me to be proud of you."
"Believe it or not Cazzle…I'm not trying to please you."
"Cato, you slob. We'll be in the capital tomorrow morning…do you want to be all nasty and bloated looking?"
"Do I look like I care?"
Chunks of my food land on both Cazzle and Clove's faces. It was unintended…but hey…does it even matter? Clove scrapes the food remains from her cheek and wipes it on my sleeve, "That is definitely what is going to attract all of those female sponsors. A messy, bloated, rude, and hung over seventeen year old… Ladies and gentleman! The male tribute, of district two, Cato!" Clove claps her hands sarcastically and gives me a smug smile, and continues with her meal. She uses her fork so…gracefully. And I know she must be starving, but she's using the one thing I don't have…self-control. I wipe my mouth with a napkin and eat the other half of my meal in silence; both girls just stare at me as if they are horrified.
"You know what? Forget this! I'm going to bed." I throw my napkin down and stomp back to my room. Some "mentor" and "ally". I lock the door and pull on a new shirt, after Clove soiled my first with the food remains. But why is there still a part of me that craves Clove's attention? After all the things she has done to me…what makes me still "want" her. I hit my head with my palm and remind myself of the goal. Winning the games. And to do so, I must either kill Clove or watch her being killed, and in no way that I think can me and Clove be together.
One of us must die.
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