I do NOT own the Hunger Games trilogy or any characters or plot, I just use my imagination.
Clove POV:
"Clove, wake up," I feel someone shaking my shoulder.
"What?" I ask, but it was more like a whisper. I open my eyes to see a tall figure.
"Clove, wake up," he says again. I look up and I see blue eyes.
"What is it Cato?" I groan, sitting up.
"We're almost at the capital," he says, pushing the blinds away. Sun floods into my room.
"What'd you do that for? My eyes are still adjusting!" I say, I take a pillow and throw it at him, it hits him square in the chest.
"Clove, look, the capital," he says, his back towards me.
"I've already seen it before," I say.
"Yeah, but we need sponsors..." Cato says, but he knows that he lost. I fall back into bed and sleep.
"Wake up! Wake up!" Lena screeches in that annoying capital accent, "Today's the big day!" She walks into the room to see Cato shirtless and me still in bed.
"Guys get up and change into something nice, or I'll rip your throats out," Enobaria says as she passes by. I lift myself off the bed and drag myself to the bathroom. I shower, change, brush teeth and hair and I step out. I look at myself in the mirror, I look deadly.
"Ready?" Cato says, he looks handsome in a suit. He's wearing a white tie to match my white dress.
"Ready," I say, taking his hand. We emerge from the train to meet screaming and blinding flashes.
"Cato! Clove!" Is all I can hear. I look around to see all the capital people cheering for us. Cato holds up our hands, showing that we will fight together. This gets them even crazier, we wave and we walk inside to where we will sleep.
"You look as gorgeous as ever," I hear someone say behind me.
"Jacob!" I yell, embracing him, he chuckles and pulls back. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ears.
"Are you ready for the tribute parade?" he asks.
"Well no, but I can't wait for your great outfits," I say. He leads me over to a mirror and my 3 stylists, Axel, Katerina, and Diane, come and do my makeup.
"Clove! How are you?" I'm about to answer Axel when another question comes my way.
"How's you and Cato?" I'm about to answer when Diane interrupts.
"Did he propose to you yet?" Questions keep coming my way until I can't stand it anymore.
"Please be quiet and I'll tell you," I say through my teeth. These people can be so annoying.
"I'm fine, me and Cato are great, I'm eating well, the weather's great, no I don't have a job, yes I like my house, no I don't wear makeup, and yes he proposed," I finish holding out my left hand. Their eyes basically bulge out.
"Oh Clove! Congratulations!" They all say at once, I nod and they work in silence. Finally they finish and Jacob comes back.
"Okay, for the tribute parade I was thinking for you, black makeup and a black dress with a black crown. For Cato, he will be shirtless, with a black crown and black pants," Jacob holds out a stunning black dress, I already feel self conscious about the small baby bump forming.
"Jacob, I need to tell you something," I say.
"Yes Clove?"
"I'm pregnant," I say, looking at him to see his reaction.
"Oh Clove, that's great, I'll make sure to make all your other outfits not show it, but that's amazing. Are you happy?"
"Yes, I'm very happy, I'm also engaged," I say. He smiles and hugs me. I change into my dress and my heels. I can barley stand in them. I look in a mirror, I look like a victor. I look vicious and brutal. The black makeup hilights my eyes and my hair is down in curls. I wobble over to see where Cato is. He looks so handsome shirtless, well he looks handsome in everything.
"Cato!" I say, running towards him as if I haven't seen him in forever.
"Clove!" he says, running towards me. But I forgot that I had heels on and I also fall, but Cato comes to catch me. I look up and kiss him.
"Let's get this over with," I say. I drag him into the elevator with out mentors and he wraps his arms around me the whole time. We get down there to quick and we have to step out.
"One sec, I need to get something," Cato says, walking away. My body is automatically cold without him to warm me. I hobble over to my horse and stroke it.
"How did we both end up here?" I ask it.
"Clove," I turn around to see the capital's golden boy.
"Finnick," he nods and throws something in his mouth.
"Sugar cube? It really should be for the horses, but with us going to the arena, we need all the sweetness we can get," he says, holding out his hand showing me his collection of sugar cubes.
"No thanks Finnick, I really shouldn't," I say pushing his hand away. He shrugs and eats another one. I look behind Finnick and see Cato walking over.
"Finnick," he says behind him. Finnick turns over, Cato is a little taller than Finnick.
"Cato," he says, walking off.
"What did he want?" he asks me, almost protectively.
"He asked me if I wanted a sugar cube," I answer. Cato chuckles.
"Shall we go to Gloss and Cashmere?" he asks. I nod and use him for support as we walk over.
"Hello Gloss and Cashmere," Cato says.
"Hello star crossed lovers," Gloss says.
"Allies?" Cato asks, extending his hand. Cashmere steps in front of her brother and shakes his hand. "Allies."
"What are your weapons?" Gloss asked, surveying both of us.
"Well if you saw our games, I throw knives and Cato uses the sword," I say, stepping out from behind Cato.
"And what are yours?" Cato asks.
"I prefer knifes, but can use a sword, and Ca-"
"Let me talk Gloss, I use knifes," Cashmere says. Shit, we both use knifes, this is gonna be tough.
"I think that your mentors are calling you," Gloss says, pointing toward Brutus. We say our goodbyes and walk away.
"What do you think?" Cato asks.
"I don't like them," I reply.
"Why?" There's so many reasons why, they just look sneaky and they look like they'll kill us in our sleep.
"She uses knifes," I lie. Well that was one reason, but not the main one.
"Seriously Clove, why?" he can see through my lies.
"They don't look trustworthy, and they already are brother and sister, so yea," I say, walking faster towards Jacob.
"Ready?" he asks.
"Yeah," I hear Cato say behind me.
"Okay, look forward, hold hands but don't wave at the audience, pretend that your higher than everyone else," Jacob says.
"This should be easy," I smirk, I climb into the chariot and then I help Cato. I look around at the costumes, poor Haymitch is all alone and he's wearing black as well, but he looks drunk. The lumber district are dressed as trees. The chariot goes and I put on my best intimidating glare. When we near the president me and Cato do not wave like the other tributes, we just look straight ahead. After the speech we are able to change out of our clothes.
"Tomorrow's training, so sleep up," Enobaria says, walking through our floor to her room. I nod, too tired to do anything and fall asleep in Cato's strong arms.
This chapter was really boring, sorry. But please review!