What The Hell Do You Think You're Doing?
I don't own The Hunger Games. I went through and read this fic, and oh my God I need to start proof reading it properly. :L There's so many grammar mistakes!
When the bell signalising the end of the day sounded, I practically sprinted out of my American History class. I just felt an urge to get out of there. I'd been unsubtly staring at Clove all lesson. I felt like such a dick for what I'd done to her. I kept playing the 'I was Drunk' card, but that wasn't really a good excuse. I honestly felt terrible, mainly for her but for me as well. By hurting her, I'd hurt myself. I swear I'm never going to get that drunk again. I walked quickly to my locker, eager to put my books away and get out of the damn building.
"Dude." Marvel said, opening his locker which was next to mine. "Enough with the staring at Fuhrman, already. There's plenty more fish in the sea."
"But she was like…Rainbow fish." I protested, shoving the text book into my locker and slamming it shut.
"Well I hate to break it to you man, but she's got a date tonight." Marvel sighed, raking a hand through his hair.
"What?" I snarled.
"I heard that Allan and she are going out for dinner like, now. There she is." Marvel pointed down the corridor. I turned my head to watch them walking together. They were laughing at something Allan must have said. Normally seeing Clove smile like that would've made my heart melt, not that I'd ever admit to that. But knowing that it was some other guy making her smile instead of me just made my blood boil. They walked right by me and Marvel, and then Allan slipped his hand into Clove's. That did it for me. I grabbed Allan by the collar and slammed him into the wall of lockers like Clove had once done to Glimmer.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Allan?" I hissed.
"Whoa, man. Calm down!" He said, holding his hands up in surrender. I pulled him away from the lockers and slammed him into them again. He winced in pain.
"Maybe I should rephrase that. What do you think you're doing with my girl?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Cato, let go of him! I'm not your girl!" Clove yelled, shaking my shoulder. I dropped Allan and spun around to face her.
"You may not be my girlfriend anymore Clove, but I'll make sure that no guy in this school ever goes after you." I promised.
"You don't own me, Cato! I can do what I want, with whoever I want!" She protested, loudly. As if to prove her point she stepped forward, grabbed Allan by the shoulders and kissed him. It was just a peck on the lips, but it tore my heart to pieces.
"Clove…" I trailed off.
"I'm leaving now. Don't come after me. Either of you." She glared at me, turned on her heel and ran off down the corridor.
"You'd better watch out, fish boy." I glared at Allan before running after Clove.
Oh God. What have I done? I don't even like Allan like that; I kissed him just to show Cato that I could. I hated to admit it, but I felt kind of pleased when Cato slammed Allan into the lockers. It showed me that he cared. But even if I was going to take him back, he wouldn't want me now. Not after what just happened. I sighed as I pushed open the doors and ran out of the school. I wasn't watching where I was going and ran straight into Becca.
"Watch where you're going, loser!" She sneered at me, desperately trying to straighten out her hair again.
"What are you doing here?" I frowned. She was the last person I wanted see, especially today.
"I'm here to see Cato. He invited me here." She smirked. Okay, maybe I was wrong. He clearly doesn't care about me anymore if he invited that whore here.
"Well, leave." I folded my arms across my chest and glared at her.
"Make me." She folded her own arms and glared right back. It was like one of those old Wild West movies, and I half expected tumbleweeds to drift along the concrete ground between us.
"Bitch, I can do that." I stepped towards her but somebody caught my wrist. I turned round, directing my glare at Cato. He dropped my wrist, but not my gaze.
"Clove, don't punch her. She's not worth it." He said.
"She's not worth it? Or you don't want to have to kiss a bruised face?" I snapped. Hurt flashed in his eyes, but it faded quickly.
"I don't like her." He muttered.
"Then why did you try to suck her fucking face off?!"
"Because I'm prettier than you. Cato deserves someone more…Like me." I didn't notice that Becca was stood directly behind me until she spoke. I kicked, getting her square in the stomach.
"Oof! You bitch!" She screamed and swung at me. I jumped sideways and her fist connected with Cato's chest. He flinched slightly, but made no other movement.
"I think you should leave, Becca. Before Clove beats the shit out of you." He said. I held back a laugh, knowing that if I let it out I would break and run straight into his arms.
"But you invited me here!" She protested.
"No, I didn't! Why would I invite you here?" He sounded pretty disgusted.
"Because." She turned to face me and leaned closer, threateningly. "I'm better than this stupid, fat loser. I'm prettier, I'm more popular. I'm better." She sneered. Cato shoved her, hard enough that she stepped back a few paces but not so hard that she fell over.
"You realise none of that's true, right? Clove will always be better than you. Now, leave." He said. His voice was calm, so I knew that he was just trying to control his anger at the moment. However, if she didn't get the hell out of here soon, he'd snap her like a toothpick.
"You'll come around. They always do." She said and then walked away. I waited until she was out of earshot before saying,
"I can fight my own battles, Cato."
"I know that. But I wasn't going to let her get away with that. Besides, you'd have got suspended if you'd decked her." He smirked.
"How did you know I was going to deck her?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I know you, Clovey." He smirked again and I resisted the urge to slap him.
"Only people that care about me get to call me Clovey."
"Okay then, Clovey." He grinned.
"That means you call me Clove, jerk." I rolled my eyes at him.
"You're blind if you can't see that I care about you, Clove." He said, all traces of jokiness gone from his expression.
"Yeah, that photo must have blinded me." I spat. Only a few students remained, and they were slowly starting to leave. Soon we'd be the only people here.
"Clove, I know I hurt you pretty badly. I hurt myself, too. All I'm asking for is another chance." He looked so torn up that I just wanted to hug him.
"I can't give you that." I whispered. Giving in now would show weakness and I am not weak.
"No!" I lost it and started yelling at him. "You fucked up, Cato! When people fuck up, they don't get a second chance! I fucked up by telling Joey about my wrist, and I didn't even get a second chance to tell him goodbye! So give me one good reason why I should give you a second chance, because to be honest I'm struggling to find one!" Breathing heavily, I watched him for a moment. He looked like he was thinking, but then he stepped forward and took my face in his hands. He kissed me and I ran my hands through his hair, kissing him back. It felt good, kissing him after a week of avoiding him. When his tongue slid into my mouth, I pulled back.
"Goodbye, Cato. Don't bother me again." A tear made its way down my cheek and I made no attempt to wipe it away, so Cato wiped it away for me.
"I won't." I turned and walked away, not looking back.
Why did I get the feeling that he was going to do something crazy stupid?