Clato: The forgotten love.

Chapter 20

Clove's POV

The training center has an entire tower designated to the tributes. Each floor corresponding with a different district. The elevator was made of beautiful, perfectly clear crystal, of course the ride up to floor number two was pretty short, it was still fun to watch the first level disappear underneath you.

All seven of us, Enobaria, Brutus, Cece, Cato, me and both stylists, each had our own rooms on the district two floor. There was a common area in the center of the floor, with a couch and chairs and a huge television. Off to the other side was a table with seven chairs around it, a huge feast lay on the table.

District two was definitely not the poorest district, but we still didn't have food like this at home.

"Cato, Clove, go get changed, then we'll eat dinner, and watch the opening ceremonies

on the television," Cece said, her Capitol accent heavy with every word. Cece pointed us down the hallway, telling us that our rooms were opposite each other.

Cato and I walked down the hallway in silence, once we make it to our rooms he turns to me.

"I mean what I said earlier," Cato says, as I walk into my bedroom. "You look super hot." Cato follows me in.

"Cato don't," I say, before I can stop myself. "I like you, I really do, but we're going into the games in a few days, and both of us can't survive, one of us will die."

"I know," Cato says, and he closes the gap between us, wrapping his arms around me. I don't fight him. "But let me just pretend for a moment that I can have you." I look up at him, he kisses me.

Cato's POV:

The sensible part of me Is telling me to run, turn out of her room and walk straight into mine. But the other part of me, wants to scoop her up and place her on her bed. So I compromise and just kiss her.

My lips meet hers, and they stay there longer than a normal kiss. When I finally break away, a faint smile is on Clove's lips.

"Good bye Clover," I whisper, leaving her room. I walk across the hall to my room, open up the door and stare. I lean against the door for a second, thinking about what I just did and also examining the room.

The room is the same as Clover's, a huge bed in the center, with pieces of art all over the walls. They're are so many different gadgets that do the most random things. Like a contraption to dry and untangle your hair in an instant, and the windows aren't real, you can program whatever picture you want into the system, and it will display it on the window like it's just outside.

I try not to get too excited though, quickly changing out of my armor and into an outfit I found in the closet, which has a remote control that opens the door and chooses an outfit for you.

Once I walk back to the dining area, everyone is already sitting down and eating. I join them silently, picking up my fork and stabbing some sort of purple potato. Once I start eating, I can't stop. I hadn't even noticed how hungry I had been.

It's not like district two was the poorest district, we weren't even close, but I'd never had anything like this, and I don't think Clove had either. This was the most delicious food I had ever tasted, everything felt like it was melting in my mouth. Meat, potatoes, soups, vegetables, fish, so many different foods I had never tried. I reached for a slice of something red.

"What Is this?" I asked in amazement, breaking the awkward silence. The stylists and Cece were looking at me like I was crazy.

"Oh sweetie," Enobaria said. "That's a bell pepper." They were all looking at me like I should know what that is, except Clove of course, who had never heard of a bell pepper.

I grabbed another handful of the plate, eating 3 slices at a time.

"Slow down," Brutus said. "Trust me kid, you'll get sick." I guess he was right, eating all this rich food this fast couldn't be good for me. I take slower bites, waiting until I've completely chewed the food before I shove something else down my throat.

The dinner is pretty silent, I bet everyone's thinking about the tributes from twelve. What kind of stylist would light their tributes on fire? Usually the tributes in twelve would dress up as coal, which helped our district out a bunch. If the other districts' outfits were less flashy, then ours would stand out more.

"Tomorrow," Enobaria said, after biting into a slab of meat with her fang like teeth, "You're expected to get up no later than 8:00." 8:00 sounds much better than my usual wake up time.

A/N kinda weird chapter but defiantly necessary, The ending is kinda strange as well so sorry about that. Characters belong to the amazing and wonderful Suzanne Collins. Thank you for reading (: