A Different Game, The 74th Hunger Games (Clato)

Clove: First Kiss

Chapter Three.
Clove's POV.

I was still weak and vulnerable. I know that. I Know that if Twelve decided to come after me, I can't fight and defend myself. But I mustgo look for Cato. I know he's tough and smart but we have not been eating right because twelve blew up our supplies with Rue. And I know Cato lacks rest too. So I can't risk it. I just can't.

"Pull it together Clove" I mumble to myself, "be strong.. Again" I inhaled air, "for Cato."

I grabbed a knife from my selection of knives then noticed the tall grass was moving and I heard frustrated footsteps. "Thresh", I thought.

I quickly bent down and positioned myself to attack. Then when the steps were getting closer, I jumped then pointed my knife at the person's throat, just then did I realize who that really was.

"Cato!" I exclaim. I threw my knife on the ground and leaped in front of Cato, just enough so I can hug him. "I was so worried about you!" I exclaim.

I didn't care if I seemed weak, I do care about Cato. I almost lost my life and I haven't even had the chance to tell him how I really feel. I pulled away from our hug then took a close look. His face had a few bruises but nothing serious.

I calmed myself then asked "Thresh – is – " He just nodded.

"Cato.. I'm – I'm Sorry. I didn't want any of this to happen and – " I didn't have the chance to finish my sentence because Cato kissedme! Cato! Brutal, bloody Cato. Cato, who was my training partner – and best friend! – since I can remember, (since 9) Cato, who doesn't know how to love or what it feels to love – is kissing me! But why? I'm his best friend.. I know he cares for me, in his own way.. but I never thought we'd be.. doing.. THIS!

Whe he pulled away, he held my temples then stares at me, straight in the eye.

"I was so scared," he said. It was so soft, it was almost a whisper. "I thought I'd never make it in time and I'd lose you, forever." I just stood there. Staring at him, too shocked to say or do anything.

"Cato, I— " Then he hugged me so tight, it was like he was squeezing me - no. He's really squeezing me!

"I don't know if I could ever forgive myself, if I lose you" It was a whisper. Then he leaned on my shoulder then he started to cry softly.Is this.. Cato? My Cato? I just couldn't believe it! By the time he lets me go, he was looking at the ground, then at me. I saw how red and puffy his eyes were. I can't believe this!

"Cato, I.. I.." Gaah! My throat feels so dry all of I sudden. Why can't I just say it to him? Why can't I just admit my feelings for him? Damn it, Clove!

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