Clove: From the Beginning [The Hunger Games Fanfiction Clato]

He is the male tribute

Clove pov

"I have to tell you something" he said.

"So do I. You first,"

"I'm going to the 74th Hunger Games," he answered. My face froze.

"So am I. I'm going to the academy next year."

Cato said he was too and that we should stick together to win. When we were finished I said 'see you at lunch.'

Before I headed to my next class I went to the bathroom, closed the stall I went into and cried, kicked, screamed. I didn't want to go. Never would I have thought I would be chosen much less demanded to go.

-------------------------------------------------- One year later Clove pov

As I was getting ready to go to the training academy I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey" Cato said.

"Hey Cato, I don't want to go to the training academy. I mean I do but I don't want to be demanded."

"I get you" he pulled me into his arms.

"It will be fine"

"We can do this," I say.

"Together?"

"Together or not at all." I answered smiling.

Once we got to the academy I was amazed. It was so kind of fancy. I tried out the every station and failed. Only one station I haven't tried yet: the knives.

I picked up a couple of knives aiming at bulls eye. I let my grip go from the knife and it hit straight in the bulls eye. I never felt that proud. I turned around and saw Cato watching me. He smiled.

I followed him to the swords and watched. He was pretty good. As good as I was with a knife. But I knew we would be better over the years until I would be 15 and himself 17. But we were just getting started.