SUPER RICH KIDS

love drought

Warnings: Vulgar language, mentions of violence and mentions of drinking.
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Cato was unable to stop himself as he let out a rather loud, scoff of frustration— Clove Kentwell had been getting on his nerves for the last thirteen hours of his life, something which became more unbearable by the hour. Whether it was intentional or not Cato didn't know, what he did know however, was that he was growing increasingly tired of her attitude and could no longer hold his tongue. "I've refrained from saying anything the last couple of hours because I'm aware that there are hundreds of cameras on us, and hundreds of microphones capturing every sound we make, but I just can't keep quiet anymore." He said, hastily stopping in his tracks, something which Clove had to mimic in order to stop herself from crashing head first into Cato's chest. "What the hell is your problem?" He snapped angrily, folding his arms over his chest.
The second the words left his mouth, Cato almost instantly regretted his actions. It was evident to Clove that he did from the deep sigh, he took along with the fact that he very quickly squeezed his eyes shut in self-frustration.

For almost two minutes straight, Clove simply stared at the boy in front of her, with a cold and  hard exterior. She didn't blink, not once, she just simply stared. What the pair didn't know, was that every viewer in the country of Panem had been brought to the edge of their seats, bursting with anticipation. No body knew what Clove's next move would be, not even Clove herself. It was a known fact that Clove Kentwell had one of the best, and well rehearsed poker faces in the country. Clove often found that having a great poker face in her arsenal was an advantage, it meant she could hide what she was feeling and thinking all the time— Something which was a huge advantage, especially in the arena.

Their mentors Enobaria Golding and Brutus Gunn let out a deep sigh of relief, as Clove opened her mouth in retaliation to Cato's accusation. The two anxiously watched from the comfort of the District 2, Capitol penthouse. Enobaria had known Clove for a short period of time, but also quickly learned that she had a tendency to act irrationally when triggered. Something which Cato had just done, "I thought you told Cato not to antagonise her." She said frustratedly, to Brutus who leisurely sat beside her.

"I did." He retorted, for a brief second, pondering the similarities between their relationship and Cato's and Clove's. One minute they could be great friends and the next worse enemies. "Clearly he gets some sort of pleasure out of arguing with her."

"Cato." Clove's voice said from the holographic screen, quickly drawing the two mentor's attention back to the games. Clove took a deep breath before she spoke, knowing if there were ever a time she had to watch her mouth, it was just then. "Do you realise where we are?" She said, in what seemed like a failed attempt to keep her voice low.
"We're not in District 2." She continued, barely giving him time to answer her question. "We're in the Hunger Games. You understand what that means right?" She said with another pause and a deep breath, something which she did in an attempt to keep herself from lashing out.

"I—"

"It means we can't let our guard down." She hissed, swiftly cutting him off. "Not even for one, fucking second." She added, taking a step closer towards him. "Starting a fight with me, is not only letting both of our guards down, but is one sure fire way to get yourself killed." She scoffed, swiftly brushing past him and storming on ahead.

Cato angrily yanking Clove back towards him, by her arm, using a great deal of force. Something which caused Clove to wince, and in response, viciously snatch her arm back out of Cato's grip.  Continuing to storm off angrily. "If you bothered to listen, you'd know i'm not trying to start anything. I just want to know why your attitude has been particularly foul, the last twenty-four hours!" He exclaimed, hot on her trail.