We'll Be Watching The Girl
I don't own The Hunger Games. :( Also, the happier Clato oneshot I promised is up. It's called Under The Apple Tree.
"Come on. Get up slowly; you're bleeding like a fountain." I sighed and climbed out of the car. I walked around to Cato's side and locked the car after he had got out.
"I'm fine." He muttered.
"Can you walk?" I asked, ignoring his lie.
"I said I'm fine, Clove. I can walk on my own." He sighed. I raised an eyebrow as he hobbled slowly up the driveway. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arm around his waist to help him walk.
"If I help you, we might reach the door because you collapse." I said sarcastically. Cato grunted in reply and let me help him walk. As soon as he was inside, he seemed to relax a little. I led him into the kitchen and almost slapped myself when I saw my parents sat down, finishing off their lunch.
"Who's this, Clove?" My dad asked.
"Oh, this is Cato. We were just gonna grab something to eat." I responded, hoping that they wouldn't notice the blood trickling down Cato's back and onto the floor.
"Your boyfriend?" My mom asked, smiling slightly. I mentally facepalmed.
"Um, yeah." I said. Cato smirked at me, but I ignored him.
"Hello, Mr and Mrs Fuhrman. It's nice to finally meet you." He smiled warmly.
"Why hadn't we met him before, Clove?" My dad asked, looking at us over his sandwich.
"Oh Clove's just been keeping me very busy, Mr Fuhrman." Cato said, winking. My dad's eyes widened. I was going to kill Cato. Painfully.
"Oh, um. Well in that case, we'll be leaving you alone. I'm sure you two, um, crazy kids don't want us around." He said. He dropped the rest of his sandwich and pulled my mother out of the room. I pushed Cato forward and he sat down on the table.
"That was not funny." I hissed.
"Oh, it was. You should've seen your face!" He said and started cracking up. I stomped over to the door and locked it.
"It wasn't! My dad will never be able to look me in the eye again!" I protested. I walked over to the medical supplies cupboard and pulled out the same kit Cato had used for Lydia's shoulder. It felt like a lifetime ago.
"You loved the thought of it really, Clovey." He grinned. I slammed the kit down on the table next to him.
"If I did, we'd still be together." I answered. He looked away from me, clearly hurt by my words.
"I'm sorry." He said as I threaded the surgical thread through the sterile needle.
"It's okay, I'll just tell him you were joking." I sighed. I pulled the back of his shirt up.
"Not just for that. For everything else." He answered. I stayed quiet, unsure of what to say, and assessed his cut.
"You're gonna need to take it off." I said softly. He nodded and pulled his shirt off. If my parents were to walk in now, they'd have panic attacks. I heard someone thumping against the door. The lock gave way and Lydia fell into the room.
"Owwww." She moaned from the ground.
"Really, Lyds? You couldn't have just knocked?" I asked.
"In…Pain…" She mumbled.
"Sorry if I'm not very sympathetic. I've got bigger 'owies' to deal with." I sighed. Lydia looked up and noticed Cato sat on the table, shirtless. He waved cheerfully at her.
"What'd he doing here? Did he get the shit beaten out of him by another thirteen year old girl?" She smirked.
"No. I got a knife sliced down my back." He responded.
"Yeah, care to explain why?" I asked as I started stitching up his back.
"Not really." He answered.
"Oh, you'll tell me." I said forcefully. I stabbed the needle harder into his skin.
"Ouch! It's probably better for you if I don't tell you." He responded, clenching his teeth.
"Then explain to me why you cheated on my sister." Lydia said, sitting down next to him on the table. I stayed silent, focusing on the gash in front of me.
"I was a jerk, wasn't I?" He sighed and ruffled Lydia's hair. She nodded enthusiastically.
"You deserved that black eye."
"Lydia, I deserved broken legs for what I did to Clove." He sighed again.
"Are you saying I get to break your legs?" Lydia asked excitedly.
"No, Lydia. You cannot break my ex-boyfriend's legs." I scolded. I finished stitching up the gash and pulled a roll of bandage out from the medical kit.
"I'd let you, if it meant I got another chance." He smiled. I wrapped the bandage around him. It went around his chest as well, and it kind of looked like I'd mummified him. Lydia looked at me hopefully.
"Go get one of dad's old hoodies." I ordered. She reluctantly left the room. When I heard her going up the stairs, I walked around to face Cato.
"We should talk." I sighed. He looked at me, silently telling me to carry on. "I…Maybe I was a little harsh on you."
"You weren't. I deserved it." He smiled weakly. "Though if you wanted to try again, I'd be more than willingly."
"Tell me what happened and I'll think about giving you another chance." I responded. Cato ran a hand through his hair, debating in his head whether to tell me or not.
"I'm being tested. If I prove I'm good enough, then they'll let finish the scar and I can join them." He muttered, not looking at me when he spoke.
"'Them'? Who's 'them'?" I asked, worried.
"The gang." He squeezed his eyes shut. I let out a noise that sounded like I was crying and being strangled at the same time.
"You joined a gang?"
"Not yet. In a year's time, they'll tell me if I'm good enough. They're probably watching me right now, Clove. Seeing how I deal with the cut."
"Why?" I whispered, massaging my temples. This was too much. Cato, my funny, charming, amazing Cato had tried to join a gang.
"I didn't know what else to do, Clove. I made you my world and then I fucked things up. I didn't know what to do when you told me not to bother you again. Then Boggs found me and told me about El Valiente. I thought maybe if…If I joined then I'd feel…Needed again." He opened his eyes again. There was so much pain in them that I couldn't help but let tears run down my cheeks.
"It's my fault." I sobbed.
"Don't cry, Clovey. I'm the only one to blame." He stretched his arms out and I ran into them. I sobbed on his shoulder as he stroked my hair and whispered in my ear.
"I love you." He repeated it until I calmed down.
"I'm still thinking about whether I should give you another chance." I said, wiping away the tears. Everybody breaks down sometimes and I was lucky that my breakdowns only lasted for a few minutes. I pulled out of his embrace as Lydia barged into the room. She tossed an old black shirt at Cato.
"Here. You can keep it, dad doesn't wear it." Lydia tactfully ignored my red eyes, knowing that if she brought it up I'd hit her.
"Thanks, kid." He said as he pulled the shirt on. "I should get going."
"Need a ride?" I asked.
"No, it's okay. I'll walk." He responded, pulling his phone out of his pocket and sending a quick text.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? You've lost quite a lot of blood."
"I'll be fine. Oh, and don't come to the door with me. Please." He looked at me seriously. I nodded and watched as he made his way out of the kitchen.
"What now, Boggs?" I asked as I closed Clove's door behind me. He was stood on the concrete just in front of the driveway.
"I thought you could do with this." He grinned and handed me a carrier bag. I peered inside it. There were four bottles of vodka inside it.
"What for?" I scowled at him.
"For the burning." He grinned again.
"Fine, I'll do it tomorrow. Get it over with." I sighed.
"Good boy. That girl…What was her name, Claire?" He pointed up at Clove's house.
"It's Clove." I muttered.
"Whatever. She's not going to be a problem, is she? Because you know how we deal with problems in El Valiente. We'll beat the crap out of her if she causes trouble." He sneered at me. I resisted the strong urge to punch him.
"She won't be a problem." I promised. "Now, leave. I don't want you anywhere near her house." I growled at him. He chuckled and starred to walk away.
"Will you be joining me for lunch?"
"No. Now leave." I clenched my fists.
"Fine. But we'll be watching the girl."
Okay, that was a kind of suckish ending. THANK YOU for the reviews. :) I wonder if we can get to 100 before the end of the fic. ;) Also, the sequel will be a bit more darker and chaotic than this one… Dun dun dun… ;)