Clove awoke to Cato shaking her awake, she almost stabbed him because he startled her. "Clove! Would you stop trying to stab me?" He said. She realized that she had almost plunged a knife into his shoulder, and he had grabbed her wrist at the last second. "Seriously, I'm just trying to wake you up."

"You know it will help me in the arena." He gave her a look, and she let out a sigh, knowing he was kinda right. "It's a hard habit to break; beside you should know better by now." She realized now that Cato was already standing, in training gear with the number 2 on his arm."Why are you waking me up anyway?" She asked, sitting up.

"First day of training." He said with a smirk. "I want us to eat before we go down, so hurry up and get changed." Cato seemed to have taken all of his anger at their situation and refocused it into the games; he seemed really pumped. She was guessing the tributes parade and being shown up by 12 had really gotten to him.

Clove stood up and took the training shirt that he handed her, pulling it on over her head. Then she paused for a second, looking at him. "Since when do you care about whether I eat or not?"

"Since you're my district partner and I can't have you getting malnourished before we get into the arena." He said, handing over her training pants.

Clove still just looked at him weird. Finally, she said, "Careful Cato, or other people might start to think you actually care about me."

"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Cato said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He put a hand on her waist, pulling her towards him, giving her a quick peck on the lips which was EXTREMELY un-Cato-like. "Finish getting dressed and I'll meet you at breakfast."

Clove stood there dumbfounded and completely speechless. She watched him walk by her, cocking her head to the side. Cato was acting weird. Really weird. She had no idea what was going on, but she felt like he was up to something. She narrowed her eyes as he flashed a huge smile at her before he closed her door behind him. He was definitely up to something, she knew it. He was also crazier than she thought if he didn't think she was going to find out.

In the training center, with all the weapons and stations all around her, Clove found herself forgetting Cato's weirdness and getting extremely excited to work with actual knives. While Atala talked, Clove notice Cato watching the District 12 girl. He was staring her down was trying really hard to ignore him, but she did seem a bit intimidated. She was pretty enough, but she looked a little malnourished. Clove decided her moment in the sun was over; the only reason District 12 had made a splash was because of their stylists. They had gotten lucky this year, but that as probably as far as their luck would carry them.

When Atala finally dismissed them, Cato and Clove (along with Glimmer and Marvel) headed towards the weapons stations. Clove made a bee-line for the knives, but Cato grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back to him. Both Glimmer and Marvel stood back a few feet.

"What, Cato?" Clove said irritated; all she wanted to do is play with the beautiful set of knives. They were all shapes and sizes, all glinting in the light, and all of them were calling her name.

"We are gonna go talk to District 4, Clove. Alliance, remember?" Cato said. Clove thought, ugh, this is what he was up to, as she let out a groan.

"Cato, I've done everything you've asked. I gave Cicero a chance and I didn't actually injure anyone too badly yet." She said. "If you want it to stay that way, you will let me go throw knives and deal with this on on your own; it's not like they would ever dream of saying no to you anyway."

Finally, Cato nodded. "Fine. Go play with your toys, Clove. I will handle it." Clove let her giant smirk overtake her face. He just rolled his eyes at her. "Yea, yea, yea. You got your way. Now don't miss. Give the rest of them something to be scared of."

Clove gave him a grin. "Cato, you know I never miss."

He nodded, knowing that was true; he also knew that it meant all the times she had "missed" him before, she had missed on purpose. Cato then walked over to Glimmer and Marvel. Clove turned away, she knew Glimmer was gonna follow Cato and make the most of the first time Cato and Clove had really truly separated in front of her. Clove just hoped Glimmer didn't get her claws too deep in to Cato.

She headed to the knives, nodding to the knives assistant. "So, knives?" Clove almost jumped when she heard the voice behind her. She turned to see Marvel behind her.

"Yea. They're my specialty." Clove said gathering a bunch in her hand. The assistant heard this, and pressed a button. All the targets started moving.

She looked at the assistant, and he said, "I have heard about you from Enobaria; I figured you would want a real challenge." He said.

Marvel rose his eyebrows at her. "Well let's see what you got."

Clove felt the rush, noticed the patterns of movement of the targets, and in no time had hit every single target directly in the heart or head right on the bullseye.

Marvel gave her a slow clap as she looked back at him smugly. "Very nice. Seriously, I'm very impressed." Clove looked around and noticed most other tributes looked scared of her; that was just the way she liked it.

"Where to next?" Clove asked, as they turned. "What's your weapon."

"A spear." He said. "Shall we?" He said, holding out an arm goofily for her. She laughed, brushing by it, but not in a rude way; Clove liked this kid. That was definitely something new. She was glad Cato insisted she try and be nice; Marvel was actually seeming to be a decent guy. He didn't bug her all that much, which was weird. He did a little, but everyone bugged her a little at least, even Cato.

As they made there way down the stairs towards the spear station, Clove looked over to Cato and Glimmer and the District 4 tributes. Glimmer looked back at Clove with uncertainty; after Clove's knife display, she seemed a bit afraid of her. Cato beamed at her, and shook hands with the District 4 boy and then the girl.

"Looks like things are going well." Clove noted.

Marvel nodded. "Yea, it does... I guess it's good Cato didn't make you talk to them?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, I saw you trying to crush every bone in Glimmer's hand yesterday. I'm pretty sure she's the only one that didn't realize it." Marvel said with a grin.

"Oh, that." Clove said, avoiding his eyes. "Yea, I don't play well with others." She said, and then added darkly, "Although that doesn't stop Cato from making me try to."

Marvel rose his eyebrows. "I thought you liked Cato? You guys seem so weirdly in-sync."

"Of course I like Cato, he's my district partner." Marvel gave her a look, and Clove knew he wanted a further explanation, but she avoided responding. "Aren't you supposed to be throwing a spear or something?"

Marvel grinned and then grabbed a spear. Marvel was definitely skilled with a spear. He hit the moving target right in the heart bullseye every time he launched the spear. Clove nodded. "You're good."

"Good? Oh come on, I'm so much better than just good."

Just then, Cato and Glimmer joined them; Cato looked really happy. "Good job, Clover!" He said, throwing his arm around her shoulders. "You're knife throwing sealed the deal with District 4."

"I told you, I never miss." Clove said with a smirk.

"I know." Cato smiled back.

"I mean we totally did a lot too, though. Especially you, Cato." Glimmer said, fawning over Cato. It drove Clove crazy how much Cato was enjoying it. Clove knew she should just be enjoying Cato singing her praises, it never usually happened. However, Glimmer tainted her happiness.

"Well I'm glad it's all figured out." Clove said, ignoring Glimmer. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to the knife station. Oh, and Marvel can throw a spear better than anyone I've ever seen, Cato." She pushed past them all, and went back to knife throwing.

While Glimmer was off being mediocre at best with a bow and arrow, Cato went to go train at the station with the sword. Clove took a break from the knives and watched him again, sometimes she couldn't help it; he was her district partner after all. He sliced and diced up the dummies like it was nothing, impaling the last of the lot. Other tributes feared Cato for sure. When he moved onto the spear station, he threw the spear and skewered the training dummy from yards away. Cato was good at so many different weapons, Clove almost felt it wasn't fair. She even noticed District 12 girl watching him from the camouflage station; she didn't even notice her district partner talking to her. Cato had a way of demanding attention. While Clove was good with weapons too, she severely lacked in areas suck as hand to hand combat (not for lack of trying, but because of her small stature).

At lunch, Clove sat at a table in the middle of the room with Cato, Glimmer, Marvel, and the District 4 tributes. Clove didn't catch the boy's name (he seemed pretty disposable), and she was pretty sure the girl's name was Ashley or Ashlyn or Brittany, or something like that. They weren't too bad, but they would be easier to kill than Glimmer and Marvel, for sure.

Cato was being his charming self, taking on the role as leader of the alliance. And Glimmer, of course, was all over Cato during lunch. Clove had lost her appetite; Glimmer was making her nauseous. There was a point where Glimmer had laughed her high pitched laugh, and Clove was about to lose it.

"I think it's illegal to stab Glimmer before the games, you know." Marvel said to Clove under his breath when Cato had gotten up to get more food (and of course Glimmer had followed). Clove realized that she had been looking from her knife to Glimmer and back again. Clove let go of the knife, not wanting to launch it at Glimmer.

"Right well, I can explain that... Glimmer's laugh is really annoying." Clove said lamely, looking down.

Marvel chuckled, patting Clove on the back. "So I take it she's not necessarily growing on you?"

"That would be a no." Clove said, feeling a small genuine small form on her face. Who was this kid? No one ever made Clove smile. Clove looked up and caught Cato staring at her from across the room by the food station. It startled her so much, she missed the beginning of what Marvel had said.

"...she's really not that bad." Was the first thing Clove heard when she tuned back in to what Marvel was saying. "But I guess if I was in your shoes and she was flirting with my... district partner, I wouldn't like her either." Marvel gave Clove a little knowing smile, and Clove could tell by the way that he said district partner that he might've guess Cato and Clove had something going on. Could what Marvel was saying be true. Could that be why she didn't like Glimmer? Was she making her jealous? Was it really Glimmer's need attach herself to Cato that made Clove wanna stab her, or was it just that Glimmer was really stupid and annoying?

She was saved from having to come up with a response by Cato and Glimmer coming back to the table. Clove noticed that although Cato was acting all happy and charming like he had been all day, that he was all the sudden forcing it. Clove however chose not to bring it up; she'd ask him later, when they were alone.

After lunch, Clove noticed Cato's mood had soured significantly. She heard Cato's voice yelling from across the Training Center about how some kid took his knife. Clove rolled her eyes as she watched him as he repeatedly threatened and tried (but was being held back by station assistants) to kick the boy from District 3's ass. Clove knew Cato was picking fights just to fight now; maybe a little bit for intimidation but mostly because he wanted to fight. She knew, because Cato didn't give a shit about knives. He loved his swords, but Clove was the possessive one when it came to knives. Although it was ridiculous of him, it definitely did intimidated the other tributes, so she figured it wasn't a complete waste.

She went up in the elevator with her fellow Careers and Cato, thankful that the District 4 tributes were on the elevator too. That way, she didn't need to be with Cato alone until they got into the suite, and even then, Wanda and their mentors would most likely be in the living room. She really didn't want Cato to slam her against the wall again, because she knew he was mad, and he'd been doing it a lot lately; and honestly, it was starting to hurt her back.

Once they were off the elevator, Cato stormed towards the hallway where their bedrooms were. When he as in the doorway to the hall, he stopped, and said over his shoulder, "Are you coming?"

Clove was really getting confused by how bipolar Cato was being, but she couldn't help nodding numbly, having to almost run to catch up to him. He stood outside his door, holding it open for her, holding an arm out to beckon her inside. She, of course, went.

She turned around and looked at him as soon as he closed the door. "Okay, what's your deal now, Cato?" She said, knowing he was pissed about some bullshit.

Cato wasn't looking at her as he pulled off his training shirt. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please. You didn't start that fight earlier because District 3 took your knife." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We both know that. You started it because you were pissed about something and needed an outlet."

Cato ignored her. "I'm going to take a shower." He said, undressing completely. "You're welcome to join me." She just stared at him, so confused. Normally she would go with him if he invited her, but she didn't know what to say; he was so happy-go-lucky in the morning, and now he was a completely different person. He took her silence for a no and shrugged, "I'll be out in a few minutes, then." He went into his bathroom, closing the door partially behind him.

As soon as Clove heard the water go on, she let herself sink to down to the bed, laying back. She tried to breathe but she felt like she couldn't get enough air. Why was she even here? Cato wasn't her boyfriend. He was her first time, and the only guy she could tolerate. Plus, he had been her partner for as long as she could remember. He let her be her psycho self and if he commented, he was just doing it to tease her. He accepted her insanity as she accepted his.

Suddenly, she realized that Cato wasn't the only guy she could tolerate anymore. No, she had begun to tolerate Marvel. Could that be what was wrong? Clove wondered. Did it bother Cato that Clove was getting along with someone who wasn't him? It was possible... Clove had never gotten along with anyone who wasn't Cato. So he was jealous... Cato was a jealous person after all. Although it was usually jealousy over people having more power than him, not over a girl. But at this point, Clove decided anything was possible.

She got up and stripped down, pulling her hair out of her low ponytail. She then slipped in to the bathroom. Cato was already in the shower, and Clove strode over to it and opened the door to the shower. He was alarmed for a fraction of a second, but realized it was only her. "Ah so you decided to join me."

"I don't care about Marvel." She said, grabbing him by the back of the neck, pulling Cato down to kiss him hard. He was really caught off-guard, but eventually his arms went around her, pulling her close.

Her words must've registered with him, and he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back enough to look at her. "What do you- how do you even-"

"I know you pretty well too, you know." She said.

"I don't even know what this is." He admitted, talking about the emotion he was having. "But I kinda wanted to run Marvel through with my sword."

"Yea, now you understand why I wanted to stab Glimmer. Jealousy is a bitch, isn't it?" Clove said.

Cato watched the water from the shower run down Clove's body and suddenly, he wasn't so worried about Marvel at all. She smirked at him as he pounced on her, pushing her against the wall of the shower, kissing her hard. She wrapped one of her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, allowing him more access. He slid inside of her with ease, gripping her thigh hard as he did. She broke their kiss, letting out a loud gasp of pleasure. He bit her neck hard and thrust again, and again. Clove threw her head back, not even caring how her head connected painfully with the wall. Pain and pleasure were of the same vein to her anyways. She scratched Cato's back hard enough to make him bleed, knowing he felt the same as she did about pleasure and pain. He moaned into her neck when she did. He dug his nails into her thigh, and she noticed the droplets of blood suddenly appearing where his nails had been. The water was tainted slightly pink from the blood they drew from each other as Cato and Clove rode the waves of pleasure. Before they were done, Cato turned her around so her back was too him, pushing her against the door of the shower, kissing and sucking her neck as he continued thrusting as she moaned. He hands were up against the door in an attempt to find something to hold on to. He gripped both of her hands with his own, and finally she came with a scream, he wasn't far behind her.

After their shower, they laid on Cato's bed; Clove was in a shirt of Cato's (which was more like a dress on her), and Cato was in his boxers. Clove turned over and looked at him. "I'm wondering; what was it about earlier that made you so jealous of Marvel."

He looked at the ceiling, and let out a heavy breath. "I figured you would ask." He looked at her face and said, "He made you smile."

Clove looked at him confused. "That was it?"

"Clove, I don't think you realize how rarely you usually smile." Cato said, and Clove knew he was kind of right. "And I don't think you realize the affect it has on me when you do smile."

"Cato, you make me smile every once in a while too-"

"That's different. I've never seen anyone else make you smile." He said, and then added, "That, and you didn't flip out when he touched you. Normally you are ready to cut someone who puts hands on you."

She realized he was right. "Well I don't mind Marvel."

"You know why that worries me?" He said seriously. "Because that's how stuff started with me."

"Cato, that's different!" She said.

"Why is it different?"

"Because... it just is!" She said, irritated. "Besides, I'm not the one letting Glimmer the sparkling idiot hang on me!"

"Just because she's attractive and I enjoy the attention doesn't mean I automatically want to bang her, Clove." He said, exasperated.

"But you admit she's attractive!" Clove accused.

"Clove, that is not the point." When she seemed unconvinced, he said, "Do you think Marvel is attractive?"

Clove thought for a second. "Yea, you're right, that's not the point at all."

Cato let out a little laugh, and she turned over. "Oh hey, come on now." He said, sliding over and cuddling up next to her, putting an arm around her. She didn't speak, but she took his hand in hers. It was a small victory for him, but it was a victory he would take as he settled down next to her, falling asleep quickly.