Cloves PoV
I race over to Johanna, Finnick, and Annie, as they make their way into the school building.
"Hey Clove, Good morning!" Annie says with a little smile.
"What's up?" I reply.
"We are going into the school," Jo informs me.
"No shizzle Sherlock!"
Annie nods approvingly at my not so bad swear word, and Finnick smiles down at her.
"Well you asked," Johanna responds shrugging.
We continue to walk into the school, when suddenly Annie looks at me strangely.
"What?" I ask
"Where'd you get that sweater?"
I look down at my hoodie and realize...it's not mine.
It's a huge, black and grey, with the number 14 on the back.
14 is my sports number...so I would probably be able to hide the fact that it isn't my sweater.
But the thing ruining my cover is the bold writing on the back. C. Hadley
"Does that say Hadley?!" Finnick exclaims grinning from ear to ear.
"Erm..."
"Clove!" Annie squeals, "Why- why are you wearing h-his sweater?!"
"I-ah-"
"Are you guys dating?!" Johanna interrupts. "Because that's insane! Like...I've never even seen you talk with him!"
I try to hide my beet red face.
"Clove...where did you get the sweater?!" Finnick pushes.
I don't respond.
"Clooooove! Answer!!" Annie moans poking me.
"iwenttohishousealoneandweendedupmakingoutandiworehisclothes."
"You WHAT?!"
"She stole my clothes yesterday."
I freeze as I hear the deep familiar voice. The voice that comforted me last night. The voice that whispered my name into my ear.
I slowly turn around to see Cato, standing arms crossed, a small blue female shirt hanging loosely from his fingers.
"You forgot this princess," he smirks handing me the garment.
