I thought Glimmer and Cato would make a cute couple. Okay, Glimmer seems so pathetic to me, and I hated her until I saw the movie. That actress was so good! Seriously, if you haven't seen the movie, do.
I do not own The Hunger Games at all.
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From the moment I saw Cato, I knew I wanted him. He was gorgeous; blonde hair, dark blue (maybe brown) eyes and built like a tank. He wasn't from the capitol, which would usually bother me, but in this case I could care less where he's from. I mean, at least he's not from 11 or 12.
Since we're both from high, polished districts, I knew we would most likely both be in the "career" pack. I had to get my hands on him, and I had to do it first. So, in the training arena, I went right up to him.
He was at the archery station and was having a bit of trouble. I'd been there already, so I thought I would help him out. I came up from behind and lowered his elbow. At first, he jumped and threw my hand away, but when his eyes met mine we sort of connected, and he let me touch him.
"You should lower your arm. It'll improve your shot," he did as I said, but still missed the target. Cato turned his head and stared at me with accusing eyes. "Sorry," I giggled to lighten the mood, "I'm not very good at archery either."
He set the bow down and looked me over. He didn't offer his hand to me, so neither did I. A smirk formed on his face as he scrutinized me. I glared back. I was perfect, so what was that little smirk about?
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I stood on my pedestal; listening to the countdown…20…19…18…I took a chance and glanced at the other tributes. Everyone looked nervous. That is, Katniss, the red-headed girl, Rue, Thresh and the others'—whose names were not familiar to me—did. The rest of us, the career's, were confident and fine.
…17…16…15… Clove had been the first to suggest making a pack. She consulted Cato, who consulted me, and I consulted Marvel. Together, we decided to let Peeta in. He could come in handy by leading us to his sick little love item, and in the end we could dispose of them at once. I almost chuckled at the thought.
Engulfed in my thoughts, I hadn't realized the countdown had ended. I let out a startled scream when the boy closest to me fell to the ground with a knife sticking out of his back. Realizing it was Clove's knife, I knew I was safe. "Glimmer!" I recognized Cato's voice and started running towards him, "What the hell are you doing! Let's go!" He grabbed my forearm and started towing me behind him. We were in the back, behind all the other careers. On our way to the forest I grabbed a backpack, and not just any pack, but one with a bow and a sheathe of silver arrows. I was surprised Katniss hadn't grabbed it. I heard she was really good with a bow. Stupid girl, now I've made it my personal goal to kill her with her own specialty weapon.
Once we were in the forest quiet a way, we stopped and set up a camp. Some random tribute we had picked up had a tent in his pack, so Marvel helped put it up. It was small, but we could all fit under it if we lay close together. The mere thought of sleeping close to Cato made me excited. I opened the pack I had grabbed and found two sleeping bags! I felt as if the game was rather in my favor so far…
I unzipped both bags and lay them one on top of the other to form a makeshift bed.
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The end of the first day was signaled by the fire of the cannons. I was impressed by the faces I knew my pack had killed, which was the majority. After the faces of the dead disappeared from the sky, it grew dark and the others started to crawl under the tent.
"Here, Cato," I said, patting the vacant space next to me. He hesitated when I threw the top cover over, but he lay next to me all the less. I placed the cover over us both and snuggled into his chest. I inhaled deeply and my mind melted. He still smelt like the rose essences of the capitol.
"What are you doing?" He asked me.
"Nothing," I said, looking up to him with a perfect smile. "You smell like home, that's all." To my surprise, he smiled.