Just Crash [Cato&Clove Fanfic]

Just Crash -Watty Awards-

Another one...I know. I have so many feelings. This is AU, but it does mention districts and what not. I am obviously definatley no where near to the genius that Suzanne Collins is. So I'm not her. Let begin the story, shall we? Its told from third person, and I break the fourth wall. ~Delly<3

      We all know the two tributes of the 74th Hunger Games. No. Not the Girl On Fire. Not Lover Boy. Actually one of the tributes gave Peeta Mellark that name. The Girl On Fire killed the other. They suffered for one reason, one reason. And if that one thing didn't happen, they could be living a happy life. Its all because they were born in District 2.

       What if they were born hundreds of years before? Before the dark days and rebuilding the society we lost to tornados and eathquakes. What if we went back and found Cato and Clove? Enough with the 'what ifs' because now it is happening. It's their time to live life how they would, if they weren't going to fight to the death.

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        Clove Roberts was fairly normal. She was small for her age, brunette, freckles scattered all over her face. People said she was ugly as...what bird was it again? Oh yes. Ugly as groosling. Now Clove didn't have many friends. At the age of 12 you would expect her to be some social butterfly, but in reality she was not. She went to school then went home. Ocassionally she would take a stroll through the woods.

         Cato Mollen wasn't a butterfly, but he sure was social. He seemed to have a flock of girls wherever he was going, which was saying something since he was only 13. Tall and strong, blonde, with a smirk planted across his face. He always got home late, then was scolded by his mother. He would probably get in more trouble if he brought 5 girls in tow.

         The two were never really friends until one day in the hall. Being in seventh grade, they had lockers. A nuisance to Clove especially. She had one at the top and had to get on her tip toes to grab her text books.

      She had a system, a very neat order so books wouldn't fall. Yesterday she was so excited though, so she threw her books in to her locker and sprinted home.

         So now the book she needed was at the bottom of the stack. She could gently ease it out, but Clove wasn't very patient. She gently pulled it out, but as she tilted the hard covered book down toward her, it acted like a slide.

     An avalanche of five text books tumbled down on her. The bell rung through her ears and her head was spinning. She scrambled to try and grab the books.

          Cato was late that day, missing the bus and living to far from school. So his mother dropped him off and he headed to the front office to get his late pass.

        Now he was headed to Advanced Math, which was down the hall from Clove's locker. As he walked down this hall, he looked around. Only one person was in the empty space. A girl sitting on the floor, books scattered around her.

          He decided maybe he could be a nice person, and jogged towards her. "Need some help?" He asked, gently setting his bag on the floor and began picking up her books.

          Though, when Clove looked up to see who it was, she automatically shook her head. The small brunette talking to Cato Mollen was social suicide.

           "Aw come on. I'm just trying to be helpful." He said, stacking up the books. Cato actually was just stalling to get to class, but he wouldn't tell her that. Then this girl would really hate her. The blonde handed the books over to the girl. "So, uh see you around...." What was this girl's name?

          Her face had a troubled expression...or was it disbelief? Disappointment? Maybe it was a mixture. "Clove. My name's Clove."  She shoved her books back in her locker. "And your Cato. I'm late." She slammed her locker and headed the opposite way down the hall.

         Man, all the girls were so moody this year. Maybe they just needed to get their hormones in balance. Not like the boys were any better...It was the girls fault. Cato shook his head, about to say a smart remark like 'I'm late too.' ,but of course decided against it. Instead he headed to math as fast as possible.

       The next time he saw Clove was at lunch. She was sitting with a meek little red head, thin and pale. At least she wasn't completely alone. They were sitting across each other at the round table though, so you could tell they weren't friends.

       He was still going through the lunch line and he let the lady scan his student ID before he tried to find some place to sit. Girls looked at him hopefully. His friends called over to him. Cato headed straight to the corner though and sat next to Clove.

       "Hello my friend." He said warmly and she picked red skin off her apple. Cato smiled at her, and he could see her peering at him from under her hair.

       It seemed to take a while for her to form words. "We're...friends?" She looked up and raised her eyebrows. It was physically impossible for her to raise one.

       "Well I thought we-" He began.

        Clove cut him off. "I don't think we can be friends." She said, stacking her extra napkins on her styrofoam tray.

       "Oh really." Cato said, following her. She was stalking off to the courtyard, pretty intent on getting away from him. "Come back!" He followed her quickly. A few heads turned, but then they saw who he was following and turned back.

        She turned around at the tree in the middle of the courtyard, her face was full of fury. The tiny slope she stood on made her look a bit taller and intimidating.

      "If I say we can be friends, then will you leave me alone?"

       Cato smiled. He had won. "Sure."