Forever or never

Chapter 1- how it began

Prologue

Cato’s point of view

The girl was taken away, blood draining from her head, shoulder and neck. The girl who had killed her received a round of applause. She grinned proudly but her eyes gleamed with hatred.

She took my breath away.

Cloves point of view.

The sun rises over the grey-rocky mountains of District 2, casting shadows over the buildings and foundries as the workers walk towards them with tools in hand. Golden light streams through windows and through woodlands awakening birds and other creatures from their daze. Shops open and the clattering from the foundries begins.

I slowly open my eyes forcing myself away from slumber and stretch my arms in the golden hue from the sun and roll onto one side to come face to face with Cato. He remains trying to desperately hold onto his last minutes of sleep but from his facial expression I can tell he’s not going to get any more. He’s also stolen all the duvet, again.

“Cato?”

“mm”

“Mind sharing that duvet of mine?”

“Nah” he wraps it around himself more tightly and buries his head into his pillow.

I sit up, placing my feet to his back I push him off. He lands with a loud thud which echos throughout the room.

“Is it cold down there?”

“yeah, but you must be cold without the duvet too”

I cross my arms and legs and glare down at him.

“Oh don’t get all stroppy with me” he purrs as he creeps closer to me before kissing my neck.

“I’ll tell you at training if I’m still annoyed with you” I smirk

“okay” he breaths into my neck.

The door opens and in the frame stands my mother.

“Get out” Cato rises from the bed and hastily leaves the house.

“That boy’s a distraction from your training Clove.”

My mum stands at a minuscule 4’9 but she is terrifying, a past winner of the Hunger games. She won at age 16 by hiding in trees and jumping onto tributes backs from above, she then slit their throats. My dad won two years before her at age 18 by spearing tributes or hanging them with vines. Both of them are highly respected in District 2.

“No he isn’t mum. He teaches me how to use swords and predict opponent’s tactics and weaknesses.”

“ I know he’s a distraction, the more baggage you have in the arena-“

“The less chance of coming home I have, I know.”

“Just get to training”

My mums not always hated Cato. She used to admire him with his confidence and skill but she hates him for distracting me from winning. She only cares about the pride for our family though, not my future.However, I  must agree with her slightly as I and Cato didn’t always get along. I used to despise him. He was and is an arrogant, Over-confident idiot. He is my competition and he used to flirt with me and show off to his friends and steal my knives-, which was the tipping point, I threw one into his shoulder from across the room. Not deadly just a warning. He got the message and stopped.That’s when we eventually became okay, he apologised to me and we got paired up in training. We argued all the time about who was going to win etc but one day he just kissed me. I melted and now we’ve been together for about 3 months. It’s a big change and we still argue a lot with us both being so confident but problems are soon resolved as I hold a better grudge than him.