This is the last chapter. :O 3+ reviews for an epilogue, because I want to get this to one hundred. :) Sorry this has taken a while, I went on vacation. :)
"If you snap one more twig I swear I'm going to break your neck, Quaid." Johanna hissed at Marvel as they crept up the wooded path that lead from District Seven to District Two.
"Why are we even doing this?" Marvel asked, folding his arms over his chest. "Cashmere and Cato are done, he's with Clove now."
"If we don't do this, we're basically telling her that it's okay to fuck with other people's friendships and relationships. She'll think she can do whatever she wants with whoever she wants and then just walk away like nothing ever happened. I'm not gonna let her do that." Johanna said, narrowing her eyes.
"And this is has nothing to do with the fact that she made out with your boyfriend yesterday?"
"Of course it does. Now hurry up and be quiet." Johanna grabbed Marvel by the arm and dragged him quietly up the path.
"Let it go, Johanna." Marvel sighed. Johanna, of course, ignored him. When they reached Cashmere's cabin, Marvel came to a stop and yanked his arm out of Johanna's grip.
"I'm not going in there." He said, crossing his arms again.
"Why?" Johanna asked, scowling at Marvel.
"Clove's one of my best friends, but Cashmere never did anything to us. She was still one of our friends, she just fell for a guy that she wasn't meant to like. You should just leave her alone now." Marvel sighed, raking a hand through his hair.
"You stay here and be a brainless idiot then." Johanna snapped, turning away from Marvel and sneaking into the cabin.
Cashmere stretched out her arms as she awoke the next morning. Yawning, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and into her slippers. Immediately, she let out a high pitched scream and pulled her feet back out again.
"Shut up Cash." One of her friends mumbled before throwing a pillow at Cashmere's head and rolling over. Curiously, she picked up the slippers. She squealed and dropped them again when she discovered the worms in the bottom of each shoe.
"Clove." Cashmere muttered under her breath, making a mental note to talk to Cato about it. She stood up, realising her mistake before it was too late. A few clicks were heard, and then a bucket fell from the high window ledge behind here. I must have triggered it. She thought as the bucket of fish heads came sloshing down over her. Now she knew that it was definitely Johanna. Who else would get her twice in over a month with the same trick?
"Oh my God." The girl in the bed opposite Cashmere shot up in her bed. "Get out, Cash. That stinks."
Mumbling under her breath about psychopaths and jealous people, Cashmere exited the cabin. She stepped down from the steps, only to put her bare foot through a replace wooden board and into something squidgy below. She pulled her now stained red foot out of the hole and decided that she didn't even want to know what the squishy stuff was. She heard a maniac laugh from the side of the cabin, and Cashmere wearily trudged round to the source of the sound.
"I guess now you won't mess with Clove and Cato." Johanna laughed, before pushing off from the wall and running back to through the trees to District Seven.
"Bitch!" Cashmere yelled after her, but she knew that Johanna would not turn around. She stalked angrily back into her cabin, knowing her last day had been ruined.
"You're going to have to sit on it."
"Why me? It's your suitcase."
"I'm not heavy enough!"
"And I am?! You packed for a year-long trip!"
"You eat, like, four cheeseburgers for dinner. Of course you'll be heavy enough, fatass!" Clove snapped at Cato over the suitcase on the floor. It was only half zipped up and clothes and books were falling onto the floor.
"Right, that's it." Cato stood up and threw Clove over his shoulder.
"Put me down you oversized teddy bear!" She yelled.
"Okay." Cato dropped her onto her bed and started to tickle her sides. Clove's face remained straight and she glared at him.
"I haven't been ticklish since fifth grade." She deadpanned.
"Oh." Cato mumbled. "Oops."
"But…" Clove grinned wickedly. "You are."
She launched herself across the bed at Cato, tackling him to the ground. She tickled his stomach, chest, sides and arms until he was practically screaming with laughter.
"Mercy!" He yelled. "Have mercy!"
"You're an idiot." Clove rolled her eyes, but stopped tickling him.
"I know." He sat up and took Clove's wrists in his hands. Grinning, he pulled her towards him and kissed her softly on the lips. She drew back a centimetre and muttered against his lips,
"My suitcase isn't going to zip itself."
"Right." Cato sighed and got to his knees. "I can't believe you hadn't packed anything before this morning. You're supposed to be Miss Organized."
"I know." Clove sighed and ran a hand through her pony tail. She had knocked on the door of Cato's cabin at seven o'clock that morning, angering his roommates, and dragged him back to her cabin to help her pack. They had spent four hours packing her things and trying to zip up the suitcase.
"You're going have to throw out some of these books." Cato said, opening the suitcase the rest of the way and sorting through the contents.
"Say that again and I'll skewer you with the curtain rail. My books are my babies." Clove said, shooting Cato the meanest glare she could muster.
"Jesus Clove, sorry." He muttered, wincing slightly.
"I have an idea." Clove reached into the suitcase and pulled out six books.
"They're going in my case, aren't they?" Cato asked wearily.
"Yeah, I've read them. You should give them ago." Clove smiled brightly at him.
"Divergent? Harry Potter? Legend? You're going to bully me until I read them, aren't you?"
"You know me so well."
Johanna grabbed Clove and pulled her into a rough hug at the entrance to Camp Panem.
"Prank lots of people for me, okay?" Johanna asked.
"Yes, sir." Clove stepped back and saluted Johanna. She wouldn't see her until next year, unless you counted on a computer screen, because Johanna lived in Washington.
"Kick a lot of ass for me, too." Johanna extended her suitcase handle.
"You know I will." Clove laughed. Johanna waved one last time and made her way over to the bus that was taking campers to the airport. Katniss, Peeta, Jackie and Finnick were all on the bus too. Annie was being driven home because she lived in New York and Marvel had already left for Virginia on the early morning bus. Cato and Clove were left alone on the path, and Clove could hear her mom honking the car's horn at the end of the road.
"I guess I'll see you soon, right?" Clove asked hopefully as they took a seat on wooden bench.
"If I think I can make it one weekend, you know I'll be there in a heartbeat." Cato responded. Clove blinked a few times to hold back tears. This was always the most painful part of her year, leaving Cato. She never knew how long it would be until he could make the drive to Clove's house. Cato lifted her chin with his thumb and brought his lips down to hers.
"I love you." She muttered before their lips connected.
"I love you too." Cato said when they pulled away. Clove wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face in the crook of his neck. Cato rested his cheek on top of her head and wrapped his own arms around her waist and back. He breathed in deeply, and Clove could tell her was trying not to cry too.
"If you make me cry, I swear to God I'll castrate you." Clove mumbled. She felt Cato's body shake as he laughed. The honks of the car horn grew more impatient and Clove knew she had to pull away.
"Try not to miss me too much." Clove said as she stood and picked up her suitcase.
"Six o'clock. Every night, Squirt." Cato said. Clove nodded and smiled sadly. Six o'clock was their official webcam time. And because a goodbye would have been too painful, Clove pressed her lips against Cato's before turning and running down the path, away from the only boy she had ever known how to love.
Hm…Brainstorming for a sequel…Sorry this update has taken so long, I'm a meanie.