CLOVE'S POV
Everyone has left and I am still on the couch. How could this Katniss Everdeen score higher than me? Than Cato? It just doesn't makes sense. Cato takes a seat beside me.
"Quit overthinking Clove." He knows me too well.
"How the hell does someone score higher than us?"
"Good question. Simple answer. You kill her."
I forgot how ruthless Cato could be. I sigh and get up to take a shower. It's my last night that I can really sleep. Tomorrow night is our last night here, the following morning we will be in the arena-fighting to the death. After starting the shower I start to strip down. The words start ringing in my head again.
Twenty three of you will be dead
One of you will be alive.
Shake it off Clove. Shake it the hell off. The mirror in the bathroom is glazed over with fog. I wipe it away and stare at myself;
You are Clove. You are ruthless. You are lethal. This is a game-a game you can win.
I take my shower and dress right after. On my way out to the living area I hear them;
"She's in the shower. What do you want Marvel?"
"Oh I just thought since you and Glimmer had so much shit worked out between you two, that Clove and I should talk."
"Glimmer and I have nothing worked out!" The words come through his teeth.
"Really? I'd say whatever, but knowing the two of you have slept together- more than once. There might be some feelings the-" Cato cuts him off.
"You fucking bastard. You have no idea what happened, so why don't you take your puppet ass off my floor."
"You can't handle it Cato. I figured Clove and I could be "in love" lik-" Cato has Marvel pinned against the wall.
"SAY IT AGAIN YOU LITTLE FUCK"
"I KNOW MORE ABOUT WHAT GOES ON INSIDE HER HEAD THAN YOU DO."
"WANNA GO RIGHT NOW?"
"YEAH RIGHT NOW. I WANNA GO RIGHT NOW."
That's when I walk out, Cato lets Marvel go. He has this wicked, sadistic grin as he approaches me. Marvel leans in and kisses me strongly. I don't try pushing him off, I mean Cato had sex with Glimmer. Why can't I have a star-crossed love? Cato is raging, I can feel it. Marvel pulls away and enters the elevator that brought him here. That smile is still plastered across his hard face. Cato goes charging after him, but the doors close. He flips out. He takes the knives that are in the kitchen and throws them into the wall, every little figurine and vase is thrown at the elevator.
"FUCK YOU." He screams. He yells. When he is finally done he comes stomping over to me, he starts to shake me.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
All the anger I have pushed aside comes rushing back. "OH I'M SORRY. I AM SO SORRY." The sarcastic apology is vocal ice. His hands drop.
"YOU CAN FUCK THE BLONDE BITCH, BUT WHEN I GET KISSED THE WORLD IS GOING TO END!"It's not even that I enjoyed Marvel's lips.
But it's stupid that when I get jealous I get pushed aside, and then when Cato gets jealous all hell breaks loose.
"WELL AT LEAST I WASN'T FUCKING HER IN FRONT OF YOU" I let out a sick laugh.
"I SAW IT CATO. I SAW THE TWO OF YOU ON THE COUCH! YOUR FACE SAID IT ALL!"
"AM I SUPPOSED TO APOLOGIZE? SHE CAME HERE, TO ME! I WASN'T GOING TO -" I snap at him.
"OH RIGHT, THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE CATO! YOU ARE STILL NARSASITIC, RUTHLESS, HORNY CATO."
"I have needs." He says quietly at first unsure of what may come. "I HAVE NEEDS! YOU HAVEN'T EXACTLY BEEN THERE FOR ME."
I stop and spit through my teeth. "And. You. Have. Been. There. For. Me?" I am not done.
"YOU CONFESS YOUR DAMN LOVE FOR ME, AND INCASE YOU FORGOT THERE IS ONE VICTOR. ONE." The words hang in the air. He doesn't say anything, but instead comes closer to me.
"Am I supposed to love you? And love you for only five days if we are lucky?" I whisper before his lips are crushing mine. We both forget what has happened. Cato picks me up from the ground, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Our kiss hasn't broken. His arms are wrapped so tightly around me. He walks us to my temporary room and closes the door behind us. This is it. This star-crossed love affair is happening. We may not be able to play that card in the arena, but right now we can.
CATO'S POV
She doesn't get it. Not even the slightest bit.
"Am I supposed to love you? And love you for only five days if we are lucky?" It's a whisper that escapes her lips before mine ram into hers. I pick her up, her legs around me, I wrap my arms tighter around her. This is all I wanted out of life. I walk us to her room and close the door behind us. We fall onto the bed, her underneath me. It's the second time we have been like this. Once again there's a knock on the door, but she doesn't seem to notice. We continue in our make out. Her hands are on the back. She pulls away for a second, but comes back for more. This time her lips are urgent. She started it this time. Her black shirt comes slipping off. I take a moment to really look. The other day when I passed her room, she was undressed, but right now she wants me to see. There's nothing on underneath. The left one goes into my hand, I caress it and our lips touch again. There's slight rapid breaths that come from her now. My plain white shirt hits the floor and my grey pants follow, along with my boxers. Quickly I take off what remains on her. She's every bit of amazing that I have always known. Clove gasps when I enter her slowly. I check everytime to make sure I am not hurting her. She nods with every glance. Clove has always been able to endure a lot. We are one. I am able to go as hard and as soft as I want, like I said Clove can take a lot. She's strong. With every thrust there is a moan or a groan of some sort- whether it be from me or her. In the short rapid breaths she pulls herself up towards me.
"I love you Cato." It is said right into my ear. I lean down to her.
"I love you." Soon after I finish strong. We fall asleep in the same bed. Clove is curled up into me. How does this work now? We have one day.
One day to live. One day to die. One day to give someone the love that they deserve.
