User blog:Lexi13/Cato and Clove Hunger Games fanfic

By the way, this is in Cato's POV.

Chapter One
I look over at Clove Ascolese. She is so beautiful, medium dark brown hair with a few highlights in it, dark brown eyes with flecks of gold in them, and she's at least six inches shorter than me. She is excellent with throwing knives, she never misses the target. I smile and walk over beside her. She never really notices me, I guess she never really should've. Most people see her as deadly, lethal, manipulative, but they don't know her.

"Hi." I say, and she turns and smiles at me. She takes another knife and throws it at the target again. It hits the dummy right in the nose.

"Hello. So what's your favorite sword?" She asks me and I smile.

"The sword, what's yours?" I ask, but it's a stupid question because I should already know.

"Wild card, take a guess." She says and laughs. Now I know she has a good sense of humor, and I'm getting to talk to her. I guess this is a step up.

"Knives?" I ask and she laughs again.

"That'd be true." She says and now I laugh.

"Well, well, well. I see I learned one more thing about you other than you're pretty." I say without thinking, and then clamp my hand over my mouth. How did I just stay that? Stupid! Now she'll think I'm a player, and she'll never talk to me again. Well who am I kidding? Not like she'd ever like me anyways. Or would she? Then I realize something. She's dropped the knife in her hand and it's landed on her foot. Blood's drizzling out of her foot. I bend down and cover her cut with my hand. She sits down on a bench next to the station.

"Well, well, well, I learned something about you, too. You're great at lying." She says and looks me in the eyes. I get up and sit on the bench with her. The wound stopped bleeding now, but Clove is crying. I use my index finger to wipe a tear off her freckled, tan cheek. Then I realize the burning in my cheeks, I must be blushing.

"I'm not lying. You are pretty. And you have a good sense of humor, too." I tell her and she leans her head to put pressure on my hand. I smile and brush some of the extra hair off her forehead. I look back down at her foot and see it's swelling some. That's not good.

"My foot hurts." She says innocently and I frown and nod.

"Let's get you to the nurse or something." I say and she nods. I pick her up and she leans her head on my shoulder. I caress her hair briefly then put my hand back down under her knee. I look down at her and she's sleeping. I smile and wake her up. She looks me in the eyes, and flutters her eyelashes. I touch her cheek briefly, and see the nurse's office.

"I feel okay now. You can put me down." She says and I lay her down on a bench near the office. I stroke her ponytail to calm her and she takes my hand. I must blush again because she laughs. She sits up and I join her on the bench. "You know your looks aren't bad either." She says and I look down at her. I kiss her forehead, and she smiles.

"Thanks." I can barely get the word out. She puts her hand on my cheek and scoots over closer to me. I give her a confused look and she laughs. I can't hear her next words because I'm so caught up in the moment. "What?" I ask her and she smiles again.

"I said, kiss me." She tells me again and I smile. I lean in closer to her and press my lips against hers. I'm sixteen years old. My name is Cato Lansden. I'm in love with a girl I just met, and she's my first kiss. Wait, I love her. I love her. The words lag in my mind. I love her? Is it a question I'll have to answer? Or is it true? We break apart after what seems like hours. I look her in the eyed and she smiles. My first kiss, no, our first kiss.