Cato And Clove: The Truth of Their Past

Chapter 9: Cato

I look down at Clove. She smiles up at me. I put my mouth on hers. Her eyes close. And, when she opens them again, her eyes look like Snow's.
"Ah!" I yell. Okay, that was the weirdest dream I have ever had.
"Well, might as well get ready for school." I grumble. I pull out some clothes for the day, then walk out the door.
At the flag post, I see Clove walking over to me. I walk out to Clove and pull her into my arms. I kiss her head and she smiles.
"How are you, Cato?" she asks.
"Good. How about you?" I ask back.
"Ah, couldn't sleep." She says. I tilt her chin up, raising my eyebrows in question. She shrugs her shoulders. I kiss her gently on the lips. Clove looks at me, face red.
"Do you mind if I kiss you?" I ask her. She shakes her head. I lean down and kiss her again. "Why aren't you talking?" She shrugs her shoulders again. I sigh.
"I should get to class." she mutters. I do not know what's wrong.
After school, some officers grab me. "We need to talk." they say.
We go somewhere no one can hear us. "You're going into the 74th Hunger Games. " they say.
"No, it must be a mistake." I say. They shake their heads. I look at them, horror in my eyes. I'm going into the 74th Hunger Games.