Sobs, I heard sobs. Clove was sobbing.
CLOVE'S POV
I heard Cato approaching the closet and he knocked. I was crying and letting out sobs, I knew he heard them. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Clove Kentwell the girl with the knives does not cry, and she does not sob. I haven't cried for as long as I remember and here I was crying over a boy. A BOY!!! Cato knocked again, 'please clover!' Clover!?! Then the thought dawned on me, he's my best friend. He probably didn't realize when he bought the necklace. He did live on the richer side of the district. But even if I wanted to believe those thoughts I did not. What if he did love me? If, if, if. The word that ruins everything.
I didn't see Cato for 2 months. I missed him a lot and knew he missed me too. Because my phone had about a million missed calls from him. He called me at least every morning and evening, but I learned to ignore it. I know what you are thinking, You could have blocked him!, but I didn't hate him I just could not stand the idea of him or anybody like me. He was still my training partner through and everybody thought we still trained together, but after those 2 months, they made the announcement.....
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Clato: love at last sight
FanfictionSo this is a 'Clato' fanfic in the time of the games. It isn't a modern fanfic and Cato and clove might go into the games together. I'm trying my best to upload as much as possible and would love for you to leave feetback on my book.
