7 : Nothing more

Clove's POV

"Clove!" I hear Cato call me but I just ignore him. I'm talking to Fiona and Ronnie so I don't want to be bothered right now.
"So is it true Clove?" Fiona asks me, "You and Cato made out in the Elevator?"
I don't know how to respond to that… Seriously? Even they know? "Yeah.. Uhh. It was a.." I reply looking for an answer, ''an involuntary action. It just happened. It won't happen again. Weve talked about it and we agreed to stay friends or maybe just allies." I hope friends…
"Oh. I thought you and Cato were a couple. I think Cato's going for Glim now," Ronnie said. Yeah they were making out on the roof yesterday. Makes sense. Snap out of it Clove. You're not jealous. No emotions. No feelings.
"Mhmm, I wouldn't be too surprised. Cato told me how pretty he thought Glimmer was," I reply.
They were calling all tributes to go to the dining room. "Oooh! Let's go to lunch. I'm starving," Fiona said. Me, Cato, blondie, Marvel, Fiona and Ronnie all sit together for lunch. We talk about ourselves, our districts, our families, their friends, I don't have much so I don't really talk about it. Then the topic goes to what our families make for a living and Marvel's long list of ex-girlfriends. What the hell do they see in him that makes him have a lot of girls fall for him? He's not that goodlooking. Not like Cato… What? No. No. He doesn't look handsome. He just looks like another guy in the training center. It's funny how we're all laughing and talking to each other. I look at Cato and we're sitting inches from each other but it feels like kilometers. We do small talk but it feels like we're not really communicating at all. I think what we had as best friends will never be the same again. I'm wishing that that would be a positive thing. Not like just sticking to the girl I know or the girl I went to training with. Friends. Best friends. That would be enough for me.

Soon, training for day 2 is over. Tomorrow will be our private sessions with the Gamemakers. I'll surely get a high score. Everyone knows I'm the best. I could kill a person with just one throw of knife. It's a 99.9 percent chance I'll hit them somewhere where they would be killed instantly. I get a good night sleep. I didn't really worry about my emotions. I don't really think about Cato today. I just think of what will happen tomorrow. Planning what I'll do. Of course I'll throw knives but I want to do something special. Something that would make me stand out. Soon, I start to feel drowsy and I sleep.

I woke up to Faye's voice, as always, "Rise and shine! Today are your private sessions with the Gamemakers." I have a feeling this would be a good day. I won't worry about my emotions. I won't think about Cato. I won't think about my feelings. I will stay focused on my knives. I stay in the shower a lot longer than usual so I'm kind of late for breakfast.

I go to the dining table and I greet everyone, "Morning."
"Someone woke up on the right side of the bed," Cato smirks.
"Yeah well I've not worry on anything recently. I'm not stressed. I've been sleeping safe and sound. No reason to get all worried," I answer with a reassuring smile. I see Cato's smirk fade and turn into a frown. Maybe he's been a little stressed.

After breakfast, they gathered all of us tributes in a room. We were called one by one for our private sessions. The order was from district 1 to 12. This is good because since we're one of the first ones to be called, the Gamemaker's attention would be all on us. By the time they reached district 10 or 11, they'd be bored or drunk so they wouldn't pay much attention to the tributes. Marvel and blondie has gone in. I'm next. "Clover Marx," a voice announces. I walk towards the door and hear Cato say, "Break a leg Clover." I turn around and smirk at him. I hope this doesn't distract me.

I walk in and introduce myself, "I'm Clove Marx from district 2. I threw knives towards the dummies and it hit them on the head, chest, and crotch. I hit more targets and they hit perfectly on the head. I look over to the Gamemakers and see that they're impressed. But the show's not over yet. I take a blindfold from my pocket that I found in the closet in my room and put it over my eyes. I throw knives towards the targets and still hit them perfectly. They signal that the 15 minutes are up. "Thank you for watching, " I say with a smirk then proceed to the exit. I know I'm going to get the best score.

Cato's POV

After my session with the Gamemakers, I head to our floor. I go to the sofa and sit beside Clove. She asks me, "How'd you do?"
"Good. I did fine," I replied, "awesome actually."
"Really? What'd you do?"
"I cut all the dummies heads with a sword. I throw a spear from 40 meters away and it still hit a perfect target. Yeah. I think I did great. What did you do?"
"I threw knives blindfolded."
"You threw knives blindfolded?" What? Is it even possible to get that perfect? She really has everything a guy like me could ask for. Fierce, can handle a fight, beautiful and smart.
"Yep. And every single one hit the head and the crotch of the dummy."

I'm getting kind of scared. It's like she's going to throw one at me any time now.

After dinner, we go to the TV room and watch our ratings from the Gamemakers. Marvel gets a 9. Glim gets an 8. Clove gets a… 10. She got a ten. Surprisingly for her, I got a 10 too. We're had the same rating. I look over to her and congratulate her. She shakes my hand and grin at me. After Fiona and Ronnie, the ratings are average. 5s, 6s, 4s. The next big score was from 11. Thresh. He got a 10 too. And the girl tribute got a 7. I wonder what she did. I see the blonde dude from12 scored an 8. Not bad. Maybe he would make useful ally. My night was perfect. Me and Clove got a high score. We got the highest along with Thresh. Then the girl from 12 comes out. An 11! She got an 11! How the hell did that happen? How the fuck is that even possible? What did she do? You could notice the anger me and Clove were containing inside of us. I have the urge to kiss her but.. I remember what Enobaria said. It'll mess up her emotions and make her a wreck.

This day went very well. Me and Clove got a 10 from the Gamemakers. Even though the girl from 12 got an 11, 10 is still a good score. Tomorrow, Caesar Flickerman interviews us. Then after tomorrow, the Games begin. I get a good night sleep because they're going to prep us tomorrow. And I hate prep. So I should get enough rest tonight.

The next day, Faye wakes us up earlier than usual. She has to teach us proper manners. It's not really hard because they teach us proper manners back in 2. They train us to be vicous killers but to be very poised too. After this, they prep us. Mage gives me a yellow V-neck, a black tuxedo, black slacks and black shoes. They put us tributes in the room where they will call us to go to the stage and do our interview. I see Clove and I don't really know what to think. She's dressed in a white lace dress and white pumps. She looks absolutely stunning. She has minimal make up on which is good because I like her natural beauty. I go up to her and say, "Clove. Y-You, Uh. Yeah. You, umm." I'm looking stupid. I know I've had this running through my mind. She's just too stunning. She's so beautiful."Cato? You look good. Pretty good," she grins at me. "You look very beautiful. Very beautiful," I say to her. I see her blush a little bit then walk away.

I go over to Marvel and Glim. Man, what is up with their designer? They dressed Marvel up in violet colored tux and a neon blue button up polo inside with matching violet slacks and blue shoes. He looks like a pimp. Then they dress up Glim in this provocative gold dress. I like conservative girls better. But yeah maybe that's Glim's personality. So open.

Nothing interesting really. Caesar asked us if I was ready and I said, "Hell yeah I am." But they don't know I'm doing the games for one and only one girl. To protect her. Because maybe I think I love her. I have to hide this though. So she'd stay focused. When the right time comes, I will tell her. Not right now. This isn't just the right time. I try to sleep early. But who can? Tomorrow, the Games will start. Almost half would be dead because of the bloodbath. Me and my allies would surely stay alive. We'll fight for whatever goods there are. But most of all, I'll protect Clove. Sometimes I even think if she needs help. She can throw knives like a bitch. She never misses. She could win this by herself. But I'm here to make sure of it. I try to sleep again, and this time I succeed. I'll need it for tomorrow.

Notes: Sorry for the long wait. I was thinking of deserting this story. But some of my tumblr readers told me not to. c: This is kind of long because I wanted to write the games already. Why? Because some are asking for more Cato and Clove 3 And I plan to insert more of that in the games. I would've posted this yesterday but the file wasn't saving on the computer and when I closed it it was gone. Yeah. So. Enjoy. Review. :)