The Star Crossed Lovers of Distict Two

Chapter 5

Clove pov

Cato just dared me to do the one thing I could never attempt. When it comes to jumping off a house or throwing a knife at a bully's ear, I got it covered. But I could never, not in a million years, love Cato. Well, could I? Maybe I already do. Why else would I get goose bumps when he accidentally touches my hand? Why else would I get shivers when I smell his minty breath? Why else do I melt when I look into his icy blue eyes? Why else do I have nightmares about his certain bloody death in the hunger games? About me having to kill him? About me wanting to kiss him? Because I'm a coward. I'm a coward. A COWARD! I can't take it. I push the point of my knife into the palm of my hand. The searing pain feels good. It wakes me up. I screech as blood rushed down my arm. I put my knife down. Cato must have heard me because he comes running into the car, shirt half unbuttoned. He must have been changing for the Capitol, we are nearly there. I try not to look at his chest but I do. He has a six pack. Sweet. He must have noticed my face turning red because Cato quickly begins to button back up his shirt.

"No that's ok," I say. I don't mean to say it but the words fall out. He smiles and unbuttons his shirt all the way and takes it off. He might have stripped completely naked the way I must have blushed. He laughs and says, "So you've accepted my dare?"

"Well I'm not one to turn down a challenge, am I?" I coolly reply.

"Well then," he says and walks closer. I feel my heart beating.

"You wouldn't mind..." I feel his icy breath on my cheek.

"If I did this?" He says in almost a whisper. Then, he kisses me. I feel his hot chest against mine. I'm shocked. I can't be kissing Cato! But I am. It's actually kind of nice... A billion thoughts are rushing through my head. I don't know what to do. He slides his hands from my back to my waist. I stop breathing for a second and we pull apart. His hands still on my waist, we make eye contact. I'm figuring out my next move. Do I flee, fight, or join his alliance? He looks upset, like he's done something wrong. I hate that look. I know what to do. I pull him back and I feel his cool lips against mine. I feel him smile. I guess you could say challenge accepted.