Cato And Clove: The Truth of Their Past

Chapter 12: Clove

At training, I ignore Cato when he asks where I'm going, and walk straight to the knives. I'm already skilled with them, I can hit targets easily, so easily that some of the people are surprised. I can't quite hit the middle, so I'm given advice. In no time flat I can hit the targets. And soon enough, I'm told to throw knives at the dummies. I hit the most of them in the heart. Well, technically, where the heart would be.
"Alright, Clove, time to go." Comet tells me. He trained me. I nod, thank him, and walk away.
"Alright, that's enough training for today." the guy who brought us here said. "You will train for 8 hours every day." I nod.
"Cato." I whisper.
"Yeah?" he asks.
"I'm tired."
"Me too."
"Umm, excuse me? Where are we sleeping?" I ask the guy who brought us here.
"Outside, in a tent. Both of you." he says simply.
"In the same tent?" Cato asks, looking confused. He looks cute when he's confused.
When the guy shakes his head, both Cato and I sigh in relief. Then he explains that the tents will be in the same area and why they will be there.
Outside, I look around and see no tents. "There are no tents." I say frustratedly.
"They are further in the woods." the guy explains.
Cato asks if we have to find them. The guy nods, then walks away.
"Cato." I whisper.
"Yeah?" he says back.
"I hate President Snow." I whisper even quieter.
"Me too." he whispers back.
We walk in silence as we look for the tents. When we find them, good nights are said, and we both crawl into our tents.
I think back to when I was told I was going into the Hunger Games. I didn't want to lose Cato. When I found out he was going in, I was devastated. I went home and faked sick. I don't want to die. But, I don't want Cato to die. I guess that either way, I will lose him. But if I die, I want him to win.