Secrets - A Clato Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Elliot made a balanced meal for us. Some fruit, some vegetables, some protein. Cato tore into his food like a mutt. Elliot was wearing a different outfit now, and it looked "normal" for once. He was wearing a white tuxedo, white tie, white shoes, everything was pure white. The color of the Capitol. He sat down elegantly in one of the wooden chairs at our dining table. I took a slice of bread and splat butter onto it. I really don't care at this time. "What's the matter, little Clover?" Cato teased. I ignored his question and kept eating. "I heard a lot of banging and creaks from your bedroom door. Did you two get hurt?" Elliot asked. "Of course not. Clove was just throwing her knives around. She wanted to practice." Cato lied. Elliot nodded, and put his silverware down. "We should arrive at the hotel in about two days. Aren't you excited?! It's almost time to enter the Arena and please your entire District!" He clapped cheerfully for a moment. I nodded, not really caring about the Game. It's like playing Street Fighter over and over again. It's not worth the time. But I still wanted to play in the Games. So I could kill Cato myself. "Yeah, I'm excited. I'll get to make out with Clove again." I growled and lost my temper. "I'm not hungry right now." I stood up, and went into the bedroom. I shut the door loudly, and locked it. I ran over to the mirror sitting on the wall. The frame was a light shade of white, with gold alining the corners. It was an oval shape. I let my hair down from my normal everyday ponytail, and I took off my disgusting white dress. I took off my shoes and all of my accessories. I left my tank top and boy shorts on, and I flopped myself onto the nicely made bed. Cato's strong cologne made the bedsheets smell exactly like him. It smelled good, but I didn't want to think of him at all. I heard Elliot and Cato talking, but most of it was inaudible. I sighed and shut my eyes. I heard keys jingling, and someone twisting the doorknob. I fell asleep at that exact time.

I woke up after a long sleep. I turned around to look at the clock, and as soon as I did so, I felt someone's arms around my waist. It was Cato. He held on tighter the more I moved. I turned to look at him. His eyes were shut, but his face wore the mischievous smirk he always had when he knew he was doing something I didn't like. I tried to push his arms off of me, but he groaned and complained. "Baby, stay with me." I felt his lips pressed against my neck. I quickly kicked him in his "spot". Cato's eyes grew wide, and he groaned in pain. He finally let go of me, and I got up from the bed. "Leave me ALONE, you jerk!" I stormed to the drawers and threw random clothes on. I felt his arms wrapping around me once again. He took one of my knives and slightly cut me directly on the flesh covering my collarbone. All I felt was the cold blade touch me, but it didn't hurt. Blood seeped out of the cut. "That proves yours mine." Cato turned me around and gave me a peck on the cheek. I pushed him into the wall, the force causing the wall to crack. I ran out the door and slammed it loudly.