Clove's POV
"Give me my knife". "if you can reach it you can have it short-stuff". Cato holds my knife above my head and wiggles it around tauntingly. I know I can't reach unless I jump and I won't give him that satisfaction. I won't jump. I won't.
I look up at Cato. He waits with an arrogant smirk that clearly says that he thinks he's invincible. especially to a five year old girl. he's eight. He's also wrong. Faster than he can register what's happening, I kick behind his knees and he's on the ground face down. I pull his arm behind his back and pluck my knife his hand. "thank you" I say sarcastically.
"Whatever just let me up" he's mad or embarrassed. Probably both but that's why this is fun. "no way" I say. "Fine have it your way." he flips under me, my weight not enough to hold him. Then I'm on the ground and he's crushing my lungs. I won't let him see my discomfort. I wait for him to hit me which would seem to be the inevitable consequence of my actions but instead he tilts his head, studying me.
"You're pretty tough" he says. I can't tell if that's a genuine compliment or sarcasm. "really, I'm serious" he says, sensing my confusion. "I mean most people don't fight back when I pick on them and I know me sitting on you has to hurt a little but you're not showing it at all". I decide it's a real compliment. "Do you want to be my friend?" he asks. " you know like be a fighting team and stuff". "Maybe, if you'll get off of me first." I say. "ok. Deal!"
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We're Coming For You
FanfictionEvery one knows the story of how the star crossed lovers from district 12 won the hunger games. But what about the other districts. What if Cato and Clove had a relationship? What if they won? The story will have two endings. One that matches the bo...
