Chapter 1

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~Catos' POV~

I was at the training center with my friend Sloan when I saw her. She was at the knife station and she had long dark brown hair tied into a ponytail with big mesmerizing emerald green eyes. She was gorgeous.
Sloan noticed my stare and laughed, "You think Clove Kentwell is hot!"
"Do not!" I shouted. "I was looking at Marissa!"
"Cato, Marissa isn't even at the knife station," he pointed out.
It was true, Marissa was at the bow and arrow station, but I didn't know what to say. Clove wasn't like other girls, she was different, and not in a bad way but in a way that made her special.
Clove was AMAZING with knives, she hit the target every time, right dead in the center. I don't think I've ever seen her miss.
Apparently Clove has gone here since she was 7 years old, but I've never noticed her before. Sloan told me to talk to her but I was too nervous, so I just went to the sword station.

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After training that day and every day after that, I watched her walk home. After a few weeks of 'stalking' her, I worked up enough courage to talk to her.
"Hey, nice throw," I said, she looked up at me with a look of disgust. What did I do?
"So, who dared you to come talk to me? I'm not stupid this has happened before," she spat.
"No one dared me to come talk to you," I said confused, then she just walked away.
Not then and there did I realize how small she was compared to me. She was maybe 5'4, and compared to me, a 6'2 guy, she looked tiny. I walked back over to Sloan and the rest of my friends who just stood there with a shocked looks on their faces.
"Well, she obviously doesn't seem interested in you," said Marissa with an evil grin on her face." Ya know, you could just go out with me Cato."
I kindly declined her offer and went to look for Clove, who had just ran out of the door.

A/N: I do not own these characters, Suzanne Collins does, but I really would love to. Sorry for the short chapter, trying to make them longer.

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