what’s up? you should come over sometime! I could do that, Clove. Sure I could… ;) So, what are you up to? Anything… As he waited for the other Distirct 2 girl to meet him, the brutish Cato carefully picked a slender spear into his hands, the pads of his fingers brushing against the wood. With a determined scowl, he raised it above his head, pushing his body weight behind his lunge. As he did, the muscles in his upper arms rippled slightly, a singular bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. His body tensed at a sudden noise. An opening of a door. Swiftly, he span round, cocking his head. “I didn’t think you’d come so soon.” A smile spreading across his face as he spoke smoothly. “Please. Join me.” His eyebrows quirked when she answered to his compliment. “Of course. The Clove I know. Able to take a compliment with ease and grace… then change the subject completely. It’s how it’s always been.” He said, plastering a smirk onto his face. Suddenly intimidated by the precision of Clove’s throw, Cato felt the overwhelming urge to prove himself. Instead of reaching for another spear, he grappled for a small knife, similar to Clove’s. His eyes narrowing in determination, he raised it by his ear, throwing the knife, the sound of the connection from the blade and the dummy ricocheting off of the walls of the gym. Fortunately, the blade impaled where the eye should be on the dummy, and Cato let out a small, incoherent sigh of relief. “Well, you can’t win if I’m there. We’d be neck and neck. Probably on luck, you know. The beauty of the Games. You can simply wait for the others to pick away slowly… and just wait. Until there’s two of you left… then you’re in the lead to win.” He shrugged nonchalantly, wiping his brow with the sleeve of his jumper. “Besides. For the start of the Games, if we were ever in it together… well, we’d be allies, won’t we? We would. Yeah. We could last longer together. Not that it worries me. Best friend? Thanks, Clove.” He smiled, hiding the anguish in his eyes. Friends. That was all they’d ever be, of course. There was no chance of romance ever. Clove was… well, she was something of a slut. Attractive slut, yes. But a slut nonetheless. It made no difference to Cato.
“Of course you’re my best friend! We’re part of ‘the four’ remember? Me, you, Glimmer, Marvel? Well Glimmer and Marvel hate me now so I’m not too sure….” Clove said. “Why would they hate you?” Cato asked. “Because Glimmer found out I slept with Marvel…” Clove announced to him. “You did?” he asked. Clove nodded her head.
“Yeah… well, I never did like Marvel.” He muttered, apprehensively. “He was always… in the way.” Subconsciously, however, his fists had balled, as he turned away, starting across the room. “You slept with Marvel.” He told himself quietly, the jealousy boiling inside his veins like a drug. “Any reason? Did you just think he was hot?” He added, a wave of hurt washing over him. Even though, he had no reason to be hurt. She was a slut! He knew it! Everyone did. She slept with people for no reason… yet… it did mean things. It just made him angry, how other men had defiled her body, and he’d never been that far with her. Other girls, yes. But not Clove. Their friendship would never get that far. “Anyway,” he said, hastily changing the subject. “What do you want to do?”
