"Clove! Clove!" I hear someone shout.
I groan, and get out of bed. My little brother comes running in and I throw my pillow at him.
"What do you want from me?" I demand, plopping back into bed.
"Someone's here to see you," he answer, giggling like a pathetic little girl.
He runs off, leaving me blank and confused.
"Who?" I shout after him.
"See for yourself!" he shouts back.
I groan. Everybody knows I'm not a morning person and not to mess with me in the morning. Except for my brother, that is. But I love him for real so I don't really mind. Actually, I do mind but I guess he's just too cute to get mad at.
I throw on a black shirt and some skinny jeans and run down the stairs.
"Who is it?" I demand, running to the door.
"Your boyfriend," my brother giggles.
I see the beautiful, perfect blonde standing in the doorway.
"He's not my boyfriend!" I scream at my little brother.
He just grins and scampers off, seeing the obvious blush on my face. He knows that I like him. But I won't tell anyone else, of course. That would just be weak, to show your love for somebody in District 2.
"Good morning, Clove," the blonde says.
I roll my eyes.
"Why are you here?" I demand.
Cato chuckles, and pulls me outside. He closes the door and looks deep into my dark green eyes, with a sense of teasing.
I blush and look away.
"Clove, you know that I like you," Cato says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world though it's not.
"What?" I answer, shocked.
"And I know you like me too," Cato answers.
"What if I did?" I whisper.
Cato smiles, and slowly presses his lips against mine. A shiver goes down my spine but I kiss him back.
Cato pulls back, smiles a sheepish smile and runs away. I stand there, dazed.
And that's when I realize that love doesn't prove you weak. It proves you strong. It looks weak, to those blind to it. But love makes you strong. Cato has made me strong.
