Stay with me (A Clato story)

Brusied Knuckles

Clove's POV

That day was a hot, sunny day in District Two. I woke up and quickly got dressed for training. I walked because my parents were drunks and in District Two no one had a car unless they were very rich. I also liked to walk, because that was the only time I could really think things over.

When I got to the training center, I saw girls all over Cato. Everyone, except me that is, wanted to be a Cato or to fuck him.
  
   I saw him look at me and smirk as I rolled my eyes and got started training

-Time Skip-

After I got done training and grabbed my stuff, some random girl walked to me. "I saw you looking at Cato, and I'm warning you to back off," she basically spit at me. She kept trying to start with me when I pushed her out of the way. I spun around and said calmly,"I don't even know who you are, but why would I want him? He's a waste of my time. Does your daddy pay for you to train or for you to meet guys?" She raised her hand and smacked me in the face.

  By this time, everyone had stopped training and was watching us. I punched as hard as I could in the face and her a loud crack. Without even seeing what state she was in, I walked out and started to go home.
   
     On the walk home, I noticed how bruised my knuckles were. I didn't think I hit that hard, but evidently I did.
  
    When I got home, I cleaned off my knives and practiced in my backyard. I wanted to volunteer that year.
  
    My older brother was in the games when I was about 8. He was one of the last two when the boy from District 1 killed him with an axe. Ever since then, I've been training for the games.

  My brother taught me how to throw knives . I was taught how to when I was around little.

   After I was done training It was around 8:00. I decided to go to bed and get ready for more training in the morning.

  As I laid in bed that night, I wondered why that girl even came up to me. The only time I even looked at him was to glare at him. "Don't even bother with it, Clove," I told myself. "All the people you train with are distractions from getting better," With that I smirked and went to bed to get ready for what tomorrow would bring.