I don't own The Hunger Games. Italics is the past week, and then in the later part it's a memory.
Three Weeks Later:
After spending three after school training sessions and four lunch time ones with him, I have decided that Cato is not so bad. But if anyone asked, I would say he is an annoying, arrogant dickhead, which he is most of the time. But I guess Glimmer was right, because he can be a good person. Take last week for example.
"Clove, come on! We've been trying this for three hours and you still haven't got it!" One of the instructors shouted. "It's dodge, duck, jump, sidestep, slash, stab. Not dodge, jump, duck, sidestep, slash, slash!"
"Sorry…" I mumbled, picking up my sword to try again. Cato and I had been sparring ever since school ended, and I was exhausted.
"Hey, we've been in training for four hours. Cut her some slack, she's trying her best." Cato said. I was surprised that he was sticking up for me. When I asked him about it later he said,
"I really was wrong about you. And now it looks like we're going to be going to the TTE together, so we may as well at least try to get along."
I wouldn't exactly call us good friends, but we don't hate each other all the time. There's still moments when I want to gouge his eyes out.
"Hey, Clove." Katniss whispered. She was sat next to me and we were in Biology class.
"Yeah?" I whispered back, ignoring the glare from our science teacher.
"I'm going to the arcade after school with Peeta and Gale. Want to come?" She asked. She looked slightly hopeful, though she'd never admit it. If I was there, things would be less awkward between them. Katniss and Gale were still best friends, but Gale dislike Peeta because it was obvious that he liked Katniss.
"Sure. We'll hit up the slot machines like the pros we are." I grinned. When I was fourteen, Katniss and I had told all of her friends that we were like professionals at slot machines. We went to prove it, but I tripped and fell on one of the machines. All of the alarms went off, and we almost get sent to a holding cell downtown.
"Okay, cool. I'll meet you at the front gate after algebra."
"Clovey, grab a sword. We're sparring." Cato said as he walked into the gym at lunch time.
"Firstly, do not call me Clovey. You're not that bitch Glimmer."
"Easy Clove, she may be evil but she's still my girlfriend."
"Secondly," I ignored him and carried on speaking, "We did sword drills yesterday. We're doing knife throwing today."
"Says who?" Cato pretended to pout.
"Says me, the scary girl with the knife." Cato picked up his own knife, and I effortlessly threw mine at the dummy. It hit it right where its eye would have been.
"But I've never done knife throwing." Cato frowned, not liking the fact that he had to admit he couldn't do something.
"First we'll work on your stance, then. Stand like this. No, don't hold your arms like that, you'll stab yourself!" I pushed his elbow up slightly and nodded at him to throw the knife. It skimmed against the dummy's arm and he frowned even more.
"No, you just suck at throwing them. But I'll help you. You're just flinging the knife and not looking at the target. You have to stare at the spot you want the knife to hit. Aim for the heart." I pulled the knife out of the far wall and handed it to him. His fingers brushed against mine when I handed it to him and a memory pushed its way into my mind.
"Clove, you know you want me." Johnny smirked.
"I don't. I know I don't want you." I glared at him. He grabbed three of my fingers and bent them back, snapping them. I bit back a shriek and just continued to glare at him.
"How about now?"
"Breaking someone's fingers isn't very alluring, Johnny." I sighed.
"I can break a lot more than just your fingers." He said, eyeing my throwing wrist.
"You wouldn't!" I gasped but, from the look on his face, I could tell that he would. So pushing all images of Don to the back of my mind, I kissed him.
"Clove, why are you clutching my fingers?" Cato's voice snapped me out of my memories. I looked down and realised that I was, in fact, squeezing the blonde boy's fingers.
"Oh, um... Sorry." I mumbled as I flushed bright red and dropped his hand like it was a hot coal.
"Er, that's okay." He looked at me strangely, his eyes asking for an explanation. I shook my head slightly.
"The heart. Aim for the heart." I reminded him. This time when Cato threw the knife, it hit just below where he was aiming.
"If I can hit the eye, will you tell me what just happened?" He asked. I snorted, knowing that he wouldn't hit it.
"You're on, Ludwig." He smiled slightly, took his stance, and threw the knife at the dummy. It hit where the chin would have been if it were a real person.
"Damn. Close enough though, right?" He winked.
"Nope." I smiled back.
"Clove, I want to know. If there's something bothering you, tell me." Cato said, all traces of jokiness gone.
"Why do you care, Cato?" I asked, sighing. He flushed deep red, but it only lasted a few seconds.
"Because you're my training partner. If someone's hurt or annoyed you, I'll bash his head in. I need you in top form if we end up going to the TTE together."
I guess a death threat is the nicest thing I'm ever going to hear from Cato Ludwig.
By the time Katniss, Gale, Peeta and I had reached the arcade, it was gone six o'clock.
"Crap. It closes in twenty minutes." Johanna Mason, who invited herself, muttered.
"That's okay. We'll go bowling when the arcade closes." I said, and the others nodded.
"Good idea." Katniss smiled. We spent fifteen minutes messing about on the claw machines and driving simulators before walking off down the street and into the bowling alley. We book a lane, put on our bowling shoes and made our way over there.
"Oh, great. Look left. It's the careers." Gale sighed. We all obediently looked to our left. Bowling in the lane next to ours was Glimmer, Marvel, Cato, and their two friends. I found out two weeks ago that they are twins, Alexia and Allan. They were the children of a local fishmonger. Finnick's father owned their rival business on the other side of town.
"How come you call them the careers?" I wondered aloud.
"Because if being bitchy, annoying and arrogant was a job, they'd be professionals. I want to hit them all with a bus." Katniss answered.
"Why can't we go anywhere in this town without running into one of those guys? Yesterday, Glimmer strolled into the bakery and demanded VIP treatment." Peeta complained.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I said 'Glimmer, this is a fucking bakery. Not a nightclub. Pick up your bread rolls and leave.'" He responded. I burst out laughing and so did the others. Unfortunately, the careers heard us and looked over.
"Clovey!" Glimmer yelled excitedly.
"Glimmey!" I yelled back sarcastically, causing Johanna to give off a curt laugh.
"What brings you here? I thought people with anger management issues weren't allowed to handle bowling balls. You know, just in case they hurt themselves." Glimmer smirked, and her friends laughed. Cato didn't, but he also didn't make any move to stop her next words.
"You know," She said, "I like to research new students. We don't get many, you see. I know what happened…With Johnny. And your brother." She smirked again.
"Shut up." I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. If she told everyone what happened to my brother Joey, nobody would be able to look at me in the same way.
"That's enough, Glimmer." Katniss warned. She was one of the only people I'd ever told. Not even my parents knew. Lydia was the other person who knew what really happened.
"But it isn't, Katniss. He was never enough, was he Clove? That's why you killed him."
DUN DUN DUN! Don't kill me, please. :)