Just Tell Me You Love Me Already

Chapter 1

So I first posted this on fanfiction.net but I decided to move this story over to Wattpad. This is a fanfiction (no duh it was first posted on FANFICTION.net) about Cato and Clove. Don't remember them? They're the tributes from District 2 in the 74th Hunger Games. I have no idea how this idea started for me but I decided to write it. 

Oh and just warning ahead of time DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN CATO AND CLOVE. I'm afriad it won't be too interesting for you. 

I wrote this story in SEVENTH GRADE so I apologize for any spelling mistakes, plot holes and unrealistic happenings but I really hope you enjoy my story, I spent a lot of time writing and coming up with ideas for it. 

I won't lie, this is my first time posting something on Wattpad so I'm not really sure what you're supposed to do, I think you vote or something but since I don't really feel like sounding like an idiot (even though I probably already do) Review or whatever you do on Wattpad if you like the story. I love reading people's reviews of my stories and what they think of my writing. Though, if it's really negative that's not exactly helpful to helping me improve. 

Reminding you again that I wrote this in SEVENTH GRADE so apologies for any spelling errors. 

GUYS I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE, ELEVEN OR SOMETHING. IF YOU'RE READING THIS, DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK. IT HAS HORRIBLE SPELLING MISTAKES, GRAMMAR ISSUES, RUN ON SENTENCES, AND JUST IS OVERLY DRAMATIC. I MAY OR MAY NOT BE WORKING TO EDIT IT, BUT PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME. I WROTE IT A LONNNGGG TIME AGO.

Clove's POV

I feel the cold metal in my hand, lining it up with the moving target form of a human.

I throw. 

I hit right in the heart. I can hear my trainer, Patricia congratulating me, but I ignore it. I always hit my target.

At least I have for the last 2 years. 

I got to the advanced level before anyone else, most people in here are 16 to 18, I'm 15 and I've been in this level for a year and a half. 

Knives are my specialty, aiming for me is easy with a knife. I love the feeling of holding them in my hand and elated satisfaction that follows after I hit my target. 

The reaping for the Hunger Games is tomorrow, I like to consider myself ready, because well, I am like a prodigy with my knife skills. I am also good with pretty much every other weapon, except for the bow. It doesn't matter, though. Not many people in my district use the bow, who would want to shoot someone when they could just as easily chop off their head? The bow bothers me a lot, I mean it's like a knife kind of, but you can use them from a longer distance. I've never been good with them though, so when I was 13 I decided to stop trying with it and concentrate on perfecting my skill with other weapons. I've been training all my life for the Hunger Games, as all the other people in my district have been. District 2 is the district with the most victors, then comes 1 then comes 4. The poorer districts have a nick name for us, the 'careers' since we train for the Games. It's against the rules for people to train for the games, but the capitol turns a blind eye on us. We are their favorites, and as long as we give the people their entertainment why would they stop us? Sometimes I fear my district is a little too morbid, I mean they seem to love blood and killing. I mean I do too, I was raised like that, but I've never killed someone, though sometimes I'm tempted to. 

I'm sure I could kill anyone in this room right now with just a flick of my wrist.

"Alright guys', training today is over," Deus calls. He won the Hunger Games what? 9 years ago? "I'll see most of you tomorrow," he winks; he knows that most likely tomorrow two of us will be speeding on a train towards the capitol. "Remember in the Arena you're going to want to get as many weapons as you can get and that's ok, but also remember that food and warmth are just as important! Also, never let your guard down, eventually even your allies will turn on you, given a choice between Winning and glory or death what would you choose?!"