A group of amazing, adventurous, attractive, incredible girls, and... "Oh, shut up!" "Someone has to introduce this story, and I don't think it will be you, you complete fool." Now, where was I? Oh right, this super awesome group of girls is ready to make their last year of high school something unique, unmatched, unforgettable, and... "We exist too, in case you forgot!" "How could I forget about you if you won't be quiet for a second? Peeta, put that down!" Ugh! What was I saying? Forget it! _________________ But don't just take my word for it. Here's what the critics are saying: "You can tell that the author has no social life; you can really tell"-Jesus, from the Bible. "This is definitely... something"-The New York Styles. "Hey! Stop!"-T. Swizzle.

*Disclaimer: Characters belong to the wonderful Suzanne Collins.* (This is a Modern story) Valentine's Day is soon approaching at Panem High, and students are all anxious for the big day to arrive. Clove Sevina is not one of them. She's hated Valentine's Day since the very instant she found out about it. So the year when some kids in her grade decided to put together a yearly Valentine's Day dance, she was not pleased. Clove has been best friends with Cato Hadley since preschool, and the two have undoubtable chemistry. Cato and Clove usually are each other's dates for the annual dance, but this year, things change. Cato has his eyes set out for one of the most popular girls at Panem High, Glimmer. Desperate to get her to be his date to the dance, Cato asks Clove for her help. Not only does she not know the first thing about playing Match Maker, Clove is also head over heels, crazy in love, with Cato. Being Cato's friend, she reluctantly agrees to aid him, pushing her feelings to the side. The two teens, along with help from some other friends, get themselves knee deep in drama, heartbreak, and all other kinds of crazy. Cato begins to change, and Clove doesn't like it. At all. Will Glimmer fall for Cato? Will Clove admit to her affections for Cato? This is one crazy ride that everyone wants to get off. ❝Why does love have to be so complicated?❞ ❝I blame Cupid.❞ ❝Yeah, stupid Cupid.❞

Follow Katniss, Peeta, Clove, Cato, Glimmer, Marvel, Thresh, Finch, Finnick, Annie, and Johanna as the make their way through high school. Have fun reading.

█ ｡:* ──── 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰── 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘺── 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵? 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄──── this story features gore, blood, alcohol, substance abuse, ptsd, death, and trauma. cato x clove // clato [the hunger games] [book one] TOP RATINGS #1 in CLATO #1 in HAWTHORNE #3 in HUNGERGAMES #1 in CAREERTRIBUTES #1 in ISABELLEFUHRMAN #7 in HUNGER #1 in CLOVEKENTWELL

Clove Kentwell is supposed to be dead. That is, she thought so until she wakes up in a Capital hospital seemingly unscathed. When she discovers Cato's there as well, along with the other dead tributes, a strange story begins to unravel at her feet. Why would President Snow keep them alive? Why is Cato acting so strangely? As the situation unfolds, Clove finds herself increasingly drawn to Cato in a way she never thought she would get to experience. Will she make good use of her second chance? Or is she condemned to be yet another pawn on the Capital's board? (Used to be on my old account.)

Follow Clove, Cato, Glimmer, Marvel, Johanna, Annie, Finnick, Finch, Thresh, Katniss, Peeta, Madge, and Gale as they navigate the waters of sophomore year. Friendships change, but are they for better or worse?

What if the star crossed lovers were not the victors of the 74th Annual Hunger Games? In a world where Cato Hadley and Clove Kentwell won the games. 16 year old Clove is prepared to represent District 2 as the female tribute. Fearless and highly lethal when in possession of a knife, Clove Kentwell is easily a top contender for the crown...that is before haughty Cato Hadley volunteers himself as tribute to compete alongside her. * * * * "You don't understand how exhausting it is to keep pretending I hate you." he spits at me. His expression morphs into a mortified realization as it registers to him what words just spilled from his lips.