A Love To Die For | Clato FanFic

Chapter 1 ~ The Night Before the Interviews

Cato POV

We all gathered around the oversized television in the living room and waited eagerly for our training scores to be revealed. "District 2..." Caesar Flickerman announced, as my photo flashed across the screen. "Cato with a score of... 10." A smug smile grew across my face as the room applauded me. "And Clove with a score of... also 10!" I threw a smile over to Clove who couldn't help but contain hers too. No one is going to beat that.

The scores continued to be announced and I couldn't help but yawn, it seemed to go on and on. I'm not even listening to the announcements until everyone gasps at the very end. I cock my head up suddenly towards to television which displayed a big 11 on the screen, alongside a photo of the girl from District 12. What? My mouth gaped open. Whispers began around the room. I looked over to Clove who was shaking her head in disbelief.

Then the television screen went black, and the room was silent. How did she, of all people, get an 11. I thought all that 'girl on fire' stuff was just to make up for how bad she would be in the arena, coming from District 12.

"Rubbish," Brutus, our mentor, says angrily. I'm shocked to hear him say such a thing about the Capitol, luckily no one would hear. Me and Clove remain silent, sitting down in shock. No one moves until Brutus instructs us, "You two go to bed for now, you show them who should've gotten an 11 in the interviews tomorrow."

Clove and I nod, lifting ourselves off the couch and walking to our separate bedrooms along the same cold, dark hallway. I couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked when she was angry.

I stop at my door as she continues to hers. I guess she noticed me staring because she looks back at me expectantly. For a moment I'm tongue-tied, then with my hand on the door handle I look up at her and whisper, "Goodnight."

"Night," she replies walking into her room.

POV Clove

I opened my closet and slipped into a silky blue nightgown and laid on my bed trying to fall asleep. I couldn't sleep for the life of me. I was tossing and turning thinking about the interview, what I was going to say, what I was going to wear, if I was going to attract sponsors... It wasn't only that though, every time I talk to Cato he's different. Looking back, it's always been like this, maybe I've only just noticed it now that I'm the only girl from District 2 around.

Ever since I began my training in District 2, Cato and I wouldn't talk often, but when we did he talked to me differently than the other girls. I always just assumed it was because I was younger, it was unimaginable that it would be for anything more, considering his long line of girlfriends.

Cato was known for being a player. Silky blond hair, beaming blue eyes and an attitude like his, almost every girl at our school admired him and every boy wanted to be him. I promised myself that I would never be just another girl who fell for Cato - Cato who was a player, who had girls begging for him with just the flick of his hair; But he wasn't like that to me.

To me, he never raised his voice, he never let his temper get the best of him, he gave sweet compliments about my smile or my hair, and he was gentle. Secretly, I have fallen for this Cato, but I'd never admit it to anyone.

This whirlwind of thoughts somehow landed me on the Games, which were fast approaching. Like for anything that was important to me, I was somewhat nervous, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

It was a no brainer that Cato, Glimmer, Marvel, and I would have each other's backs. We were the careers, but something I always pondered was what to do when we're the last ones left. What if it was only Cato and I left? No. I couldn't imagine that.

But the thought stuck with me, engraved in my brain, taunting me until I couldn't take it anymore.

Cato POV

I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. That was when I heard a faint knock at my door. I propped myself up on my arms as the handle turned and the door shyly opened. "Cato?" A small voice said. Clove.

"Clove?" I whispered back. Clove entered into my room, carefully shutting the door behind her. She was wearing a silk nightgown that was the same colour of her eyes. I moved over in my bed, making room for her as she sat down next to me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. The soft moonlight complimented her face, highlighting her blue eyes and freckles. My goodness, she looks beautiful.

She seemed nervous, fiddling with her nails. "Cato..." Clove began. "Do you ever wonder what would happen if it were just me and you at the end?" She avoided eye contact.

This question took me by surprise. I won't lie, ever since I was a kid I had watched and idolised winners from my district who cleverly manipulated their fellow careers in order to win. One year a young boy, only about 15, had killed the other careers in their sleep. This didn't play too well with the other districts and formed a distrust for a long time, but that was a while ago now.

I had never considered that in the end it would be me and someone who I really cared about. I had been silent for a while. "I don't know, I mean if it were anyone else..." I blabbed on. "But if it were you..." I stopped. Clove looked up to me, her blue eyes like glass. Our faces were so close if I had moved just an inch forward we would be kissing.

"If it were me what?" Clove questioned. How did she expect me to answer if she keeps looking at me with those eyes? My mind raced, searching for an answer. Honestly, in that situation all she would have to do is kiss me and I'd give it to her.

"If it were you, we'll deal with it when we get to it." I said dryly. What else could I have said? Clove's eyes searched mine. Gosh I just want to lean over and kiss her.

Clove always had this kind of effect on me, I was speechless, motionless looking into her eyes. I can't just sit here like an idiot. I muster up all the courage I can and reach over slowly and grab her hand; she allows me to bring it up to my lips and kiss it softly. I hold it to my chest and bring her in closer with my other arm.

"We'll be ok," I whisper into her ear. Clove was the only girl who could get this side out of me, a softer, gentler side. She rests her head on my chest and we fall asleep together, like this. 

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