A Sword Is Like A Knife

I Remember That Now!

I don't own The Hunger Games. :( A special Halloween chapter for you. :) Also, CatoAndCloveMeantToBe's OC, Becca, will feature in this chapter! YAY. Warning: There is a drunken Clove and sexual references in this chapter. I feel so posh saying that. :)

"I don't know Marla; it's a bit… short." I said, looking at myself in the mirror. It had been six days since Cato and I had won the TTE. It was Halloween, the night before Marla had to leave. Her cousin was holding a house party and had let Marla invite whoever she wanted. It was open invite though, so the whole school would probably turn up. I was wearing a red pencil dress that came to about ten inches above my thigh and black devil horns. I had my phone and keys strapped around my wrist in a red purse that was shaped like a pitchfork. My hair hung loose for once, instead of being up in its usual ponytail.

"Trust me, you look great." Marla was wearing a black and yellow stripy dress that reached her knees and bee wings on her back.

"She's right; you look like a sexy devil." Katniss was wearing a grey t-shirt that had 'Witch' written on it in big writing and denim shorts. She was carrying a small broom and wearing a black witch hat.

"I wanted to be a zombie." I muttered, frowning slightly. Marla rolled her eyes, but Katniss looked kind of sympathetic. They both knew I felt uncomfortable, but Marla would just tell me to put up with it if I expressed how I felt.

"I still don't understand why I can't come." Lydia grumbled from her bed. She was sat up with her laptop perched on her legs. "I would've made an awesome skeleton."

"You're thirteen!" I pointed out.

"I'm almost fourteen, Clove."

"That's not the point. You're thirteen and there'll be alcohol around. I don't want you near it." I was kind of protective, but after what Joey I had a right to be.

"You're seventeen, so you'll be drinking underage!" She protested.

"By, like, four years! You're eight years under the limit!"

"So?" I ignored her after that.

"We should probably leave now if we want to get there by half past nine." Katniss said, checking the time on her phone.

"Right. Goodbye, Lydia. Don't do anything stupid." I said. She rolled her eyes, nodded, and plugged her headphones in. Our parents were in, but because they had busy jobs they were probably either working or sleeping. I locked the front door behind us and we climbed into Katniss' car. She was the designated driver; she had pulled the short straw. We arrived at Marla's cousins' house in less than fifteen minutes. We could hear the music thumping as we pulled up in the driveway, only a few minutes late. Marla had two cousins that lived there. Becca Williamson and her younger sister Lindsey. Becca was sixteen going on seventeen and Lindsey was fifteen going on sixteen. Marla knocked on the door impatiently.

"Hey, Becca! Open the damn door, I forgot my key!" She shouted through the mail flap.

"Jesus, Marla. I was just coming." A girl wearing a black cat suit with whiskers painted on her face opened the door. She was pretty, with long, curly black hair.

"Yeah, whatever. This is Clove and Katniss." Marla introduced us.

"And Cato." I turned my head at the sound of his voice. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey there, devil woman." He said. I laughed and swatted his arm. He was wearing a black cape and fake fangs.

"Whatever, vampire man." I rolled my eyes. He released my waist and took my right hand instead.

"I'm Becca." She winked at Cato, no longer acknowledging the rest of us.

"She's a bit…Evil. And Glimmer-like." Marla whispered in my ear. I mentally face-palmed. We made our way inside the house and into the kitchen. Becca gave us all bottles of some kind of alcohol I didn't even recognize.

"Don't drink too many of these. You'll go off your head drunk." She said before leaving the room. I sipped my drink. It burned my tongue and the back of my throat when I swallowed, but it tasted good. I went to take another sip, but Cato stopped me.

"Slowly. If you drink it quickly you'll get drunk faster." He advised.

"We just won the TTE, Cato. I'm here to have a little fun." I smiled at him before chugging back the rest of the drink and helping myself to another bottle.

-Line Break-

"Clove, I'm taking you home." Katniss said firmly. "How many of those drinks have you had?"

"I don't know. Five? Four?" I stopped counting after my second. I was kind of a lightweight; I didn't take alcohol very well which is why I didn't usually drink.

"For fuck's sake, Clove! That's sweetened rum! You probably won't remember half this night. I'm definitely taking you home."

"No!" I ran away from her, the room only swaying slightly. "Cato!" I yelled when I saw him. I jumped into his arms. If he didn't have fast reflexes, he probably would have dropped me.

"Um, hey Clove." He said, looking at me weirdly when I started to stroke his face. "Is she okay?" He asked Katniss.

"She's drunk." Katniss sighed. "Carry her to the car?"

"Sure. I told you to go easy on the alcohol, Clovey. Let's get you home." He shook his head, smiling faintly.

"When are we going to have sex? We haven't had sex yet." I pouted. Cato's eyes widened slightly and his cheeks glowed red.


"I'm just messing around. You're cute when you blush." I glanced over at Katniss. She was trying, and failing, to stifle a laugh.

"Don't laugh at Cato because he's not getting any!" I frowned.

"Oh, I wasn't." She smirked. We reached her car and she opened the back door. Cato laid me down on the back seat a shut the door.

"Now it's my turn to get really drunk." He grinned. They were the last words I heard before I passed out in Katniss' car.

-Line Break-

I woke up in my own bed with a pounding headache. Groaning, I sat up.

"Remember much?" Katniss asked. She was sat on the foot of my bed, logging into her Facebook on my laptop.

"How do you know my password?"

"You talk in your sleep. What do you remember from last night?" She asked again.

"Just before I passed out, I remember Cato telling you he was going to get really drunk. Before that, I remember…Oh my God."

"You've just remembered what you said to Cato about sex, didn't you?" She smirked.

"Kill me now, please." I groaned again. Katniss laughed and went back to skimming through her Facebook feed.

"Look, someone posted pictures." She said, pointing to an album labelled 'Hot Halloween Party!' I looked away, too embarrassed to see what kind of pictures of me had been posted. Katniss gasped when she saw one of the pictures.

"What is it?" I asked, expecting the worst. She turned the laptop around so the screen was facing me and I could see the picture clearly. What I was expecting was nothing compared to what the picture actually was. Cato, clearly drunk, was sat on the couch with his hands up Becca's shirt and his mouth on hers.

"I…" I didn't know what to say. I snapped the laptop shut and shoved it off of the bed. It didn't break when it hit the carpet, but I wouldn't have cared if it did.

"I'm so sorry, Clove. I know that you love him." Katniss said, looking awkward like she didn't know what to say.

"I'm going to call that son of a bitch." I reached under my bed for my phone. I remember throwing it there when I regained consciousness right before passing out again. I pressed my speed dial number for him.

"Clove? What do you want, babe? It's seven o'clock!" Cato said when he answered, yawning.

"How's Becca? Hung-over?" I asked.

"What? Did you call me up at seven o'clock just to ask me if some girl drank too much?" He sounded irritated, like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"I was just wondering if she was lying next to you right now. Or is making out the only thing you did when I was unconscious?" I snapped.

"What the hell have you been taking? I didn't make out with Becca!"

"That's not what the pictures seem to show." I narrowed my eyes even though he couldn't actually see me.

"I have no idea what you're on about." He sighed. "I'm coming over. Give me two minutes." I hung up and tossed my phone onto my pillow.

"What a dick! He denied it!" I said, rubbing my eyes wearily.

"Clooove. Shushhh. Tirrrrred." Lydia mumbled into her pillow. Groggily, she sat up. She paled when she saw the expression I was wearing. I was pulling my I'm-so-pissed-off-I-might-go-stab-a-wall look.

"Sorry." I snapped sarcastically.

"What's wrong?" She asked, looking concerned. Last time I had that look on my face I almost blew up a house. Before I could answer, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." I frowned. I jumped up from my bed. When I realised I still had my dress on from last night, I pulled a robe on and tied the belt around my middle. I stomped into the hallway and almost pulled the door off of its hinges when I opened it. I grabbed Cato by the collar and pulled him inside. I slammed the door behind him and dragged him by the ear into my room.

"Ow! Clove, ow!" He swatted my hand away and glared at me. "What the hell was that for? And what were you talking about on the phone?"

"You really don't remember?" I asked. When he shook his head, I picked up my laptop from where I pushed it earlier. I flipped the top open, typed in my password and spun it round so he could see the picture.

"Shit. I remember that now." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"Get out." I pushed the laptop to one side.

"Clove, please. I was drunk. You can't blame me for that!" He protested as I shoved him.

"Yes I can! I was drunk too, Cato and I didn't make out with some random guy!" I yelled.

"Clove, I-"

"Get out! I don't want to see your stupid face ever again! I hope that whore sucks it right off next time!" I shoved him again.

"There won't be a next time!" He promised. I pulled the front door open and pushed him outside. Before I could slam it, he put his foot in the gap. He winced when the door made contact with his foot.

"Move your damn foot, Cato!" I yelled. I tried to slam the door again but his foot didn't budge.

"Listen to me, Clove. I love you. I barely even know Becca. That never would've happened if I wasn't drunk, you know that!" He said, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Move your fucking foot or I'll break it." I said coldly, glaring at him.

"No. Not until you listen to me."


"Coming, Clove!"

"You wouldn't." Cato looked genuinely afraid. I'm not surprised, Lydia can be pretty terrifying.

"I just did." I smirked.

"What's the problem?" Lydia came and stood next to me.

"He cheated on me with some slut and now he won't leave." I said. Anger blazed in Lydia's eyes. I was protective of her, but she was way more protective of me in situations like this. She grabbed one of my knives off of the table in the hallway and pulled the door fully open.

"I'm sorry!" Cato yelled as he sprinted off down the driveway with Lydia hot on his heels. She chased him down the street until I couldn't see them anymore.

"You okay, Clove?" I turned around at the sound of Katniss' voice.

"I will be. I just want to be alone right now, though." I answered honestly.

"Okay, I understand. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, course." I smiled.

"I have an awesome revenge plan, but I'll need to talk to Madge and Peeta." She grinned and I knew it wasn't going to be good for me, but it would be terrible for Cato. Before I could ask her what her plan was, she waved goodbye and walked over to her car. I watched her drive away and then closed the door. I leaned against it and took a deep breath.

I am Clove Fuhrman. I do not cry. I am tough. I am strong. I am brave. I am Clove Fuhrman. I do not cry.

I replayed the words in my head, but it was no use. For the first time in years, I cried over a guy.

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