What Could Happen? [A Clato FanFiction]

Dinner Table

Catos POV

We had just sat down at a long table for dinner when Clove walked back into our floor. She looked like she had been crying, but it was hard to tell. She never cried, at least, not until I volunteered. Enobaria and I watched in silence as she walked in and took a seat next to me. She had been gone for about ten minutes, and she seemed advanced from her usual self. 

BlueBerry was the one to finally break the silence at the Dinner Table."What happened in there, Clove?"

Clove bobbed her head up and stared at him. She did not answer, but only stared at him. Something was up. I touched her hand from under the table and she suddenly stood up. In her had she was holding a fillet knife for self defense. She looked at all of us.

"What is your problem!"She screamed at all of us. I looked at her hand, and her knuckles where white from gripping the knife. "How are you all excited to be going into the.. this GAME where you fight to the death!Why is anyone okay with this!" We all sat in silence, while Clove still stood up. I looked up at her and started to tell her something when she yelled. "You all don't know how much I want to slit some of the tributes neck with this knife!" She suddenly threw the knife at a piece of meat before Enobaria picked it up with her fork."But its NOT because I want to win these games, or kill anyone. It's because I want to go home." Something was definitely up. I stood up to walk her into her room and talk to her when she walked up to me and slapped me across the face. She stormed out of the room, leaving me time to process what had just happened.

I got up and left the dining room table to go after Clove. "Cato!" I heard Enobaria yell, but I left anyway.

Cloves POV

I slammed the door to my room shut and screamed in anger and in sadness. I took the knife I had stolen from the dinner table and threw it on the wall. Over and over in the same spot I stabbed it until I stood lifelessly leaning against the wall.

"Clove!" I heard a voice from behind me say. No, not again. I thought. I was trying so hard to get away from the boy I love, I even slapped him, but he still loved me back. I suddenly felt limp as I thought of President Snow killing me or Cato, and I knew that it was pointless to try to not love him. I felt defeated, and I suddenly fell to the floor. Cato rushed to my side and yelled CLOVE to my face. I could hear him, but I felt trapped in my own bubble of thought. President Snow wants me to stop loving Cato, which I can not do, but if  I don't, he and I could die. 

I snapped back in to conscious when I felt my limp body being pulled into a hug. I have to be a career, and be strong. "Cato." I whispered into his ear.

"Clove. Whats going on?" He whispered back to me. I looked into his eyes in misery. I knew what I had to do, and I had to do it for Cato and I's sake. But I love him, and I always will.

"Cato, after everything I say, just know that I love you." I whispered. He looked at me sternly and waited for me to keep talking. I stared back at him. I took a deep breath and started talking. "You know, we are going into the Hunger Games, and I don't think that we should be together at all."
Cato's facial expression changed completely."Why?" he asked me.

Cato's POV

"Why?" I asked Clove. My heart felt mixed emotions. Some anger, for her kissing me and then telling me that we were over, some fear of her killing me in the arena, and mostly pain. Not the type of pain like a knife being stabbed in your heart. Pain like you are leaving your home forever, losing a loved one, things like losing your dog in the woods.

Clove's eyes watered up. This is really weird. She is not the emotionally unbalanced type, and now she was always crying. I don't feel like she would want to end our relationship, I knew that she loved me. She even said it. I waited for her to speak. She was still pulled onto my lap, and my arms were still wrapped around her. I moved my hands so they were by my side.

She looked at me and said," Cato, you don't know whats going on in my life. I am doing this for your own sake. I-I don't like you like a boyfriend. I never had. You should want to cut me up and kill me, just win the Hunger Games. We will never be a couple." Her eyes were still watery and looking at mine.

"I-Clove-if you tell me whats going on in your life then I can help you." I said, hoping my voice would keep from cracking. I needed to know what was going on with Clove if she said she was wanting me to kill her. I feel like I was played with, well, my feelings. What if she really meant what she was saying?

"No, Cato, you don't understand." She croaked.

"I swear to God, Clove are you being threatened?! Is that Marvel dude threatening you? Is it President Snow?" I sternly asked, narrowing my eyebrows. I knew she would never be this freaked out unless she was being threatened. She was once threatened by a boy named Dylan that she would be abused by him, and even though we told her it was fake, she still followed me around the whole day at school.

She looked up at me and scooted off of my lap. I knew she would have been threatened. It would have had to be a threat to make her freak this badly. " No Cato, No. I- I can't have a weak spot for you." She looked at me and suddenly, her tears started dripping out of her eyes." Cato, I-I hate you." 

I had had enough. I was nearly about to grab her delicate face and make her tell me what was wrong, but I felt like this was real. I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the wall. I could not control my anger. Clove struggled for breath but did not look at me in fear, but in understanding. "Clove." I bellowed."Don't ever say that, or ever mess with my feelings again, or I swear, I will hurt you." 

I brought my fist up to punch her, but I couldn't. I only looked at her and dropped my fist. "No, Cato, do it." I heard Clove whisper. I looked at her eyes and stared her down. I couldn't punch her, I loved her too much. I couldn't keep staring at her, it hurt too much,so I closed my eyes. I released my grip on her neck and heard her fall to the floor, gasping for air. 

I walked to the door out of her bedroom and opened it. Right before I walked out, I looked back at Clove, sitting pitifully on the floor, watching me.  I  did not believe what had just happened. She said she loved me, then that she hated me. All I could say after such an emotional roller coaster with her was, "Good night Clove."

I closed the door behind me.