Ok, in case you were confused, I know Glimmer is from district 1. :) I just wanted to make her district 2 for . . . Well you'll find out later! Read and review!
Clove POV
I walk quickly to the training center. I woke up late and I have to polish the weapons before people start to arrive. I hastily pull out my key and unlock the door. I flick on the lights and speed walk to the supply closet.
I pull out the polish and a rag and head over to the swords. I dump a small amount of the liquid on the rag and and start polishing. I move the rage in small circles, then slow up and down movements. As I work, I start feeling nervous about training today. Amari said it was fine if I switched trainers but Maxwell seems pretty tough. Plus Cato and I would have the same trainer now.
Cato seems nice though. I feel my cheeks heat. Why am I even thinking about him? Someone like him would never pay attention to a someone like me. He has friends. A lot actually. And I have none. I was stupid to think he'd befriend me. I sigh and start polishing the next sword.
Cato's POV
When I enter the training center I see Clove sleeping in a corner with a sword in one hand and a bottle of cleaner in the other. I walk over to her and poke her cheek. She mumble something and rolls over so she's laying on her back. I keep poking her till she lazily swats my hand. She yawns and stretches her arms, arching her back slightly. I suppress a groan.
She rubs her eyes and looks up at me.
"Cato?" She says confused.
"The one and only." I say. She sits up and looks at the sword in her hand. She opens the bottle of cleaner and grabs a rag that's laying on the floor. She dumps a small amount of the liquid on the rag and begins to coat the sword in the thick liquid.
"What are you doing?" I ask her.
She looks up at me sleepily.
"Polishing." She says with sleep thick in her voice.
"Why?" I ask simply.
"Because, it's my job." She says.
"What do you mean?" I ask her.
"They pay me to polish the weapons before everyone gets here." She explains.
"But why would you want a job here?" I ask.
"Because I couldn't find a job any where else." She says, sounding impatient.
"Hey, my parents were looking to hire someone to do some stuff around the house, you could work for them." I lie casually.
The truth is my parents are gone for six months on vacation. But, I could use some help around the house and they did mention hiring someone to clean.
"What kind of job?" She asks, sounding interested.
"Oh, just a little bit of cleaning and making sure I don't starve." I say with a grin.
"I'll have to talk to your parents." She says.
"They're on vacation for an extended period of time, but I can pay you." I say. She stops polishing the sword for a moment.
"How much?" She ask. Hmmmm, I have that safe in my house, and my parents have an endless supply of money being victors . . . "Twenty dollars a day." I tell her. Her moth drops open and her eyes bug out of her sockets.
"W-what?" She says.
"I said twenty a day." I repeat.
"You serious?" She says while a smile spreads across her face.
"Yeah." I say confused. Why is she reacting like this?
In one swift movement she stands up and shakes my hand vigorously.
"Thank you so much Cato. You have no idea how much I appreciate this." she says. With that she stands up and leaves me standing there wondering what the hell I just got myself into.
I shake my head and begin to practice. I find that my aim is off and it's all her fault. I can't get her out of my head. My mind is filled with all these questions like why she even needs a job in the first place. I know one thing for sure: I am going to find out.
Hey so I know this chapter's kinda short, sorry. Tell me if you like this chapter or if there's anything I can improve on . . . Review! :) please?