A Sword Is Like A Knife

Because I Love You

I don't own The Hunger Games. :(

"What do you want now?" I sighed after I'd flipped my phone open.

"Hello to you too, Clove." Marvel grumbled through the phone.

"Marvel it's half past seven, I'm trying to get ready for school! What do you want?"

"Maybe I just wanted to hear your lovely voice." He said.

"Say that to me in public and I'll kick your ass." I frowned.

"Yeah, if Cato doesn't beat you to it." I could hear the grin in his voice. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked for the third time.

"You know, that's not very nice. Maybe I just wanted to call you to say hi, or to tell you that it's Monday, or-"

"MARVEL!"

"Okay, okay! Jesus, Clove. I'm worried about Cato."

"Aren't we all?" I sighed, laying down on my bed and facing the ceiling.

"No, I mean I think he's up to something. Rory told Gale that he was walking through the park yesterday with four bottles of vodka." Marvel sound genuinely worried.

"Maybe he was just stocking up for a party or something?" I suggested.

"Nah. He stocks up over the summer. It's got to be something else." My thoughts drifted to the gang, El Valiente. Could he have bought it for them?

"Maybe he was stocking up for a friend." It was as close as I could get without telling Marvel about the gang.

"Maybe. I have to go now. See you around, Fuhrman."

"See you, Quaid." He hung up on me and I tossed my phone inside my bag, sighing.

"He told me it was water." Lydia said. She had been searching for her pen when I was on the phone and I guess I forgot she was there.

"What?"

"When we saw him in the park yesterday, he didn't want to tell us the truth. He said it was water." She said as she shouldered her bag.

"I guess we'll find out what he's doing eventually. Come on Lyds, we're gonna be late."

-Line Break-

"Remain calm! Please, walk do not run and gather on the back field!" Mr Snow, the evil World Politics teacher, yelled as the fire alarm went off.

"Do you think there's actually a fire?" Katniss whispered in my ear as we made our way out of the class room and down the corridor.

"Honestly? I have no idea." I responded. It could have been a drill, but deep down I knew it wasn't. Between Boggs, Cato, and the gang there was no way this could be a drill. Somebody grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the corridor wall.

"What the fuck, Marvel?!" I yelled when I saw it was only him.

"Come with me." He whispered.

"There's a fucking fire drill and you want to pull me off into some room? What would Cashmere say?" I asked, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes.

"I saw Cato walk this way with his bottles of vodka. I think he's going to try and start a fire."

"He wouldn't…Would he?" I asked. Marvel shot me a look that said 'I guess we're about to find out.' I raced after him, along corridors and up a staircase.

"He'll start in the science block. The chemicals and acids will burn easily." I panted as we sprinted up another set of stairs. We burst into the first science room we saw. Cato was stood on a desk, lighter in hand. The vodka had been poured all over the floor and other desks.

Cato's POV:

My head shot up when I heard the door fly open.

"What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be on the field with the others!" I snapped. Marvel frowned at me. Clove blinked a few times, I don't think I'd ever spoken to her like that.

"What the fuck are you doing, man?" Marvel asked, stepping forward and pulling me down off of the desk.

"What's it to you?" I spat.

"You're my best friend, that's what!" He yelled.

"Leave, Marvel." I said, looking away from him. He grabbed the collar of my shirt.

"Not until you give me the fucking lighter!" He let go of my collar and held his hand out for the lighter.

"No. I'll only talk to Clove." I muttered. A look of hurt flashed over Marvel's features. He shook his head and left the room, closing the door behind him. Clove waited until Marvel had gone down the staircase before speaking.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm burning the school down." I answered. There was no point in lying to Clove, she'd see straight through it.

"Why?!" She asked, clearly panicked. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Because they want me too, to prove myself."

"Are you crazy?! You can't burn the fucking school down! You'll go to prison! Again!" She yelled, prodding me in the chest.

"Try telling them that! I didn't go through the pain on getting that half-scar for nothing, Clove. I'm not throwing it all away now." I said, frowning.

"Don't do it." She whispered.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

"One? I've got lots, but I guess the main one is I don't want you to go to prison!" She rolled her eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I love you!" Her declaration shocked me. When she said she'd give me another chance, I presumed that she'd say no again.

"Does this mean you're giving me another chance?" I asked, trying not to get my hopes up too much. She hesitated for a few seconds before stepping closer and hugging me. I automatically wrapped my arms around her and breathed in her scent.

"Yes." She muttered in my ear.

"Then I won't do it. I don't need the gang if I'm needed by you." I whispered, dropping the lighter.

"You've always been needed by me, Cato." She withdrew herself from my embrace. "Now, come on. This floor isn't going to scrub its self."

Only one chapter left now! I hope you're all happy that they finally got back together. :)

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