A/N: First of all I truly want to apologize for not updating in a while, I've had a really bad time the past days because my aunt got sick and she is still in the hospital so I needed to support my family, anyways thank you so much for the reviews and favs they meant the world to me! I runoff to the cafeteria to write this short and fluffy chapter just for you to know that I'm still here and probably on Sunday I will have time to update an amazing chapter. Thanks for your understanding, Love you all!

Chapter 14

The Story of Us

Clove POV

The first time that saw Cato I was 10 years old and it was my first day at District 2 Training Center, I appeared to be excited and confident but the truth was that I was scared and nervous, I was the smallest of my group by far with my 1.46 m also the fact that I was ahead of the boys and girls from my age did not helped either. Our trainer was explaining the rules and schedules to us; I was distractedly looking to the other side of the gym when I saw him. He was tall and strong, his hair was dirty blond and his eyes were an amazing deep blue color, I was staring at him when our eyes met and he gave me that selfish, arrogant smile. I smiled back at him the same way.

One day I got earlier to practice, I had quickly discovered that my talent was definitely with knifes, so I tried to train earlier than my group to practice a little bit before class, I was in the gym throwing knifes at a target when I heard a voice behind me.

"Whoa! Little freckles girl has good moves"- I turn around to met, of course, his icy blue eyes and that arrogant, mocking smile.

I decided to ignore him so I turned around to continue with my business, after a few minutes I felt his hand on my forearm and he sharply turned me around to meet his eyes.

"I was talking to you freckles"- he said angrily, of course, golden boy was not used to being ignored; I shoved his hand and took a step backwards.

We were looking at each other furiously , Jesus he was so annoyingly annoying that's the only word I can use to describe him, after a while he smiled and said: "I hope you're really good little freckles with that size you really have to" and then he started to make his way out of the gym.

Just when he was about to open the doors I threw a knife that landed right between his fingers that were pushing the door, he froze for a few seconds and then slowly turned to face me.

"Don't you ever call me little again, and maybe I will consider letting you keep your fingers"- I said roughly, seeing his stunned face made me laugh, then he seemed to recompose and left not before giving me a genuine smile.

Since that day we slowly begin to get closer, sometimes we trained together, he taught me how to use a sword and I taught him how to throw a knife decently; of course we had our fights since we were really competitive, once I cut him on his forehead, when I was 12 and he was 14 he broke my arm during an exercise, but every single damage was quickly forgiven. Our friendship grow over the years, Cato was my everything, my friend, my teacher, my trainer, my confident, he was there when my brother died, when someone broke my heart for the first time, he almost slapped me when I cried over a the guy, "You deserve better Clovely" he said. I didn't even realized when I had started feeling different about him, like I felt a warm, cozy feeling in my heart every time that I saw him, when he grabbed my hand it felt like tickling and when he looked at me I couldn´t look back at him.

By the time Cato was going chosen to go to the 74th Hunger Games I was hopelessly in love with him, my heart sank when he told me the news, I knew he was strong, yes but that didn't meant that I was not extremely worried about him, what if I loosed him? What if I never saw him again? All those thoughts haunted me till the day before the reaping when our trainer came in while we were having lunch and announced that Cato was not going to volunteer this year, they wanted him to wait to the Quarter Quell next year so an older boy named Aiden was going to do it this year. I felt so relief when I heard that but my happiness didn't last longer because next day at the reaping my name was picked out, and after that while they were picking the male tribute Cato immediately volunteered. I cried all the way to the Capitol, I was mad at Cato for volunteering because I knew that we had to become enemies, the day of the interviews he reached me in the elevator, I hadn't spoke to him since we left our district.

"Clo, listen to me for just a minute"- He said with shaky voice- "The only reason I volunteered was to protect you".

I didn't answered and when the elevator doors opened I ran straight to my bed and fell apart, moments later I felt his hand on my shoulder and I turned around to look at him.

"I'm sorry Cato, I shouldn't have reacted like that"- I said with sleepy voice.

He didn't say a thing, just laid in the bed next to me, I buried my face in his face and he ran his fingers through my hair trying not to think that next day we were going to be fighting for our lives in the arena.

Before I was completely asleep I tought I heard him mumble something but I wasn't sure if it was a part of my dream or I was too sleepy:

"I love you Clovely, and I will get you out of that arena safe, even if it's the last thing I do"- And then he gently pressed his lips against my forehead.