The Star Crossed Lovers of Distict Two

Chapter 3

Cato pov

I run to my room. How can she not understand? I looked into her eyes and she still doesn't understand. How hard is it for her to understand? I only volunteered so I could spend time with her. And to protect her. I have to protect her. No, I don't. I don't have to protect anybody. I pick up everything I can find and throw it against the wall. I throw the telephone, the monitor, the glasses, the bottles, the food, the plates, the chairs, everything I can find to get my anger out. I pick up the lamp and am about to throw it when the door swings open and I see clove. The lamp is already in the air and almost hits her but thankfully, she ducks. I want to run up to her and hug her and hold her close and tell her how sorry I am. I start to walk towards her and she screams and pulls a knife out of her pants pocket. "What the...?!" I manage to get out before the knife almost hits me square in the forehead. "Clove..." I begin but another life grazes my ear. Blood trickels down my neck. "Clove listen..." I try but she pounces on me. The next thing I know, we are rolling around on the floor, the whole time she is trying to stab at my head. "Clove let me talk..." I sputter but she won't listen. I finally land on top of her. I pin her to the ground. "Clove, what do you think you're doing?!" I say. "You threw a LAMP at my FACE! You tried to KILL me!" she yells. I'm about to say something but she gets a grip on my arm and flips me over so she's on top. She holds her knife to my neck. I can't risk speaking or she'll slit my throat. "Why Cato? I don't understand? What did I do to you?" I try to keep myself from talking but I can't. I have to tell her.

"You broke me, Clove. You came into my life and took my heart. I remember back in school your hair was in two braids instead of one. The teacher asked who knew the correct way to throw a knife and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you walk home from school every day." I said and she moved the knife farther away from my throat. "I love you, Clove."

There was a long silence and we were just looking at eachother in the eyes. I guess clove realized she was still in top of me and quickly got off. "I-I..." she stuttered. "Please Clove. Tell me that you love me." I say. "I... Cato... I'm sorry. I... I just don't like you like that. I'm really sorry. I want you to be my ally in the games and..."

"Is that why you don't love me? The games? These stupid games? Clove, the only reason I volunteered was to protect you. I have to protect you."

"I don't need protection! You don't need to protect me! Cato, I'm sorry..."

"Don't be! Quit being sorry! You have no reason to be sorry! Only me. I'll always be sorry when you die. I'll never be happy again."

And after that I storm out of the car.