Disastrous Love~ A Clato Fanfiction

Cloves POV:

I wake up to a bright light gleaming into my room. My first instinct is to go back to sleep, to get those few more precious hours in bed before I have to go to training.

But I know I mustn't be late, or my training teacher Dominico will be furious. I slowly drag my feet out of my old bed. The springs poke out of my mattress and jab me in the back. I yelp slightly and mutter something fowl under my breath.

One I finally find the energy to stand up I see my jagged reflection in my shattered mirror. I throw on my training clothes and boots.

My hair stays tied in it's messy pony tail from the day before. I trudge out the front door and shiver when I hear its high pitched squeak.

My mother barely notices I left until I slam the door in her face. "There" I think to myself "let her know what that means."

I look up to the sky and am blinded with a light that could burn your eyes out if you stared at it too long. I see Dominico waiting for me at the gates of the function centre where we train.

My father used to be the mayor of district 2 until he died. People say it was caused by a bomb, but i dont remember.

I was so young.. Before he died, he got me private lessons with Dominico. I'm glad. I cannot stand anyone who lives in district 2. Except my nonna. She lives with me and my family in our shabby home. She is the only one I trust, but she is very old. I don't know what I would do if she left me.

My mind wonders into different thoughts and ideas. I hear someone screaming "Clove! CLOVE!!" It's nonna. She needs me. My train of thought is interrupted by a strange clicking noise. It's Dominico. He is screaming my name. I'm still fairly dazed, so I poke his cheek and barely whisper the words "nonna? Is that you?" He sighs and drags me to training.

"Clove. I have something to tell you. And your not going to like it."

I scowl at him and give him a look that says "One more word and your dead meat."

He raises one eyebrow at me and continues speaking. "Clove, you have a new training partner. His name is Cato. He is very n-."

I cut him off before he can finish. New training partner?! What?!? "Dominico, you and my father had a deal. Your going to throw that away? I though you cared about my safety!!" My hand reaches out to slap him, but he grabs it and pulls me close to him.

"You ever try that again Clove and you won't know what happiness is anymore." He growls. His presence takes me aback and I stay silent the rest of the way.

As soon as we get to main part of the centre, Domincio unlocks the door without a single word. He pushes me in and I am greeted to the sound of a knife flying past my ear.

My eyes turn into thin slits as I search for the person who threw the knife. I spot a boy, about my age, using MY knifes to throw at MY targets. He looks at me and smirks mischievously.

"Hello sweetheart. You must be the gorgeous Clive!" He says with a tone that I do not like.

"It's Clove" I spit "C-L-O-V-E. CLOVE"

He grabs a knife and traces my neck with it. "Let's not get on first name basis. You might get attracted to me. And that would make it oh so hard for poor me to kill you later on"

Catos POV:

I can feel clove glaring at me as I walk away. I know she is good at what she does. Dominco told me. But I will be better. I must be better. I need to be better.

"C'mon Clive! Come over here with me and we'll see who can win the knife toss game" A smirk appears on my face as the words come out of my mouth. I know Clove cannot resist the temptation, especially after I called her Clive.

She pushes me out of the way and grabs a handful of knifes. One after the other she hits all the targets on all the dummies. I am shocked but I don't let it show on my face. I get my knifes ready and throw them at all targets. On the last one, I throw my knife and it hits the dummie, a few centimeters off the target.

"Ha! You call that knife skills? I am seriously starting to question Dominico. Who would put a pathetic creature like YOU with someone as talented as ME!" She spits. The nastiness in her voice sends me over the edge and I charge at her.

The last knife I am holding automatically goes to her neck. She winces and hair before I plunge it into her, I look into her eyes. Her deep brown eyes. I am memorized, and before I know it, she has pushed me of her and wrestled me to the ground

"Aw poor little Cato. You'll never be as good as me! So why even try?!"

She smirks and gets off me. The training centers doors open and she walks out of the room. Leaving a chuckling Dominico and me, mouth open, eyes wide and head saying "She is perfect."