AU: Sorry that I haven't written in ages! This is a teaser for chapter 3, it's only 361 words, but I'll finish the rest of it and post it soon.
I have a VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION that will affect what happens in this story. Since I'm sort of making this up as I go along, who do you want Clove to end up with, Cato or Saff?
Please put it in a review or PM me, whichever boy gets the most votes will end up with Clove.
And now the excerpt from Chapter 3:
I hadn't spoken to Saff since he had seen Cato and I kissing in the park. I wanted to go and tell him that it was all an act and that I liked him more than I liked Cato. But I couldn't for two reasons:
He was avoiding me.
If I told him the truth, President Snow would be after him as well.
So I wasted my days practising my knife throwing, kissing Cato in public and watching those idiotic Capitol TV shows like DISTRICT 4 where they had a bunch of Capitolites living in a house in District 4. All the shows were as shitty as that one, and some were even worse. I now understood why the Hunger Games were so popular, everything else was so awful.
I had two weeks to go till my Victory Tour when I heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I ask. Nobody ever visits me, not even Cato, I'm always the one to organize our trips into town.
"It's me, Auricula, and your prep team," replies the voice who I now recognize as Auricula, my stylist.
"Why are you here?" They weren't supposed to be here yet, I still have two weeks.
"Let me in, it's a long story," she answers.
Reluctantly, I open the door to reveal the colourful faces of my stylist and prep team. I've forgotten the names of my prep team, they were all completely stupid airheads and I never liked them much, they were too…fake.
"So what are you doing here?"
Auricula sighs, her golden (not blonde-actual gold) curls bobbing as she does.
"Plutarch Heavensbee, the new Head Gamemaker, came up with an idea. For the next two weeks until the Tour, there's going to be a reality show about you and Cato. There will be a camera crew following you practically 24/7 and they want a lot of Clato," she tells me.
"Clato?" I blurt. Who's Clato?
"It's Cato and Clove combined: your couple name. They expect romance and a lot of it, you'll have to spend all your time with Cato, and you might even have to move in with him,"