Cloves PoV
I scowl at Cato, as he leans up against the locker beside me, classic smirk plastered on his lips. Always teasing, always, always smirking that infuriating smirk! He never leaves me alone, following me around like a lost puppy...actually no. He's not lost. He just likes chasing me around so he can try to drive me insane.
I ball my fists as I glare at him.
"I want to kill you."
"I want to kiss you."
