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Cloves PoV

"Hey Clovely!"

"No," I snap as Cato comes up beside me.

He rolls his eyes at my reaction.

"Don't be like that. I wanna teach you this fun game!'

"Why?"

"Because! It's fun! I tried it with some other people!"

"I don't want to play."

"Come on! Please! It only takes a few minutes!"

I sigh.

"Fine."

"Ok so the rules are, we both ask each other questions and you have to say yes. Only yes. Not sure. Not no. Only yes."

I raise my eyebrow.

"This is the most immature game eve-"

"Shut up, you go first."

"Ugh. Fine. Are you stupid?"

"Yes!"

"Good. At least you know that much. But this is dumb."

"My turn first. Do you like it when I call you Clovely?"

I wrinkle my nose at him.

"...yes."

He grins stupidly.

"You know I'm just saying that because of this so called 'game'"

"Your turn," he says ignoring my comment.

"Do you want me to smack your ugly face?"

"Yes."

I reach over and my hand makes contact with his cheek. 

He grunts slightly, but still wears his stupid grin.

"Alright. That was rude."

"Your turn," I say rolling my eyes.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"




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