My Spot, Guaranteed

Glimmer took a deep breath as she steadied her arm, holding the slick metal arrow back.

3.2.1.

She released the bow, listening as it sliced through the air and hit its target.

Ping.

It landed in the targets arm, not anywhere near the bull's-eye. She sighed in frustration before going over and yanking another arrow from its container and going back to her spot to try shooting again.

Clove just shook her head and turned back to look at Cato who was viciously cutting plastic dummies to pieces as his sword sliced through them with no problem.

"Cato she sucks!" Clove complained, folding her small, toned arms across her chest. "She seriously can't be with us in the Games," she huffed.

Cato stopped swinging his sword so he could stare down at Clove. "But she will be. She's from a Career District… plus she's-," "Hot?" Clove cut him off, pouting her lips. Cato nodded, cockily smiling as he thought about Glimmer, thinking of what he could do to her gorgeous body.

"But just cause she's from a Career District doesn't mean she's a Career. That's like saying all spaghettis taste the same because they are called the same thing. But they can be made differently, have extra ingredients," Clove protested, trying to prove her point.

Cato only rolled his eyes before seeing Glimmer walk towards them. He smirked. " Now you made me hungry, and look what spaghetti is walking my way,"

Glimmer strutted over, plopping down on a bench nearest Cato. She tilted her head back and groaned, "Oh I'm so bored! Wanna wrestle?" she said as she looked back at Cato, her green eyes sparkling, her lips pouting.

Cato just smirked, "That doesn't seem like a fair fight,"

"Like I care?" She said, raising one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows. She saw him give a slight chuckle and took that as a 'yes' she jumped up from the bench and stood right in front of Cato, her hand running up his big chest and up to his face. "Plus I can take care of myself big boy," She smiled before gently smacking him on the cheek, taunting him.

Cato growled as he watched her begin to walk to the wrestling mat, her luscious hips swinging back and forth. She looked back at him and winked. That's all it took for Cato to walk over.

Glimmer began stretching, popping her chest out and spreading her legs. Cato just smirked, "Fair warning, the wrestling might turn into something more R rated,"

Glimmer only laughed in disbelief, "Oh sweetheart, if it's going to be with me, it's gonna turn X rated,"

"Don't believe you. Prove me wrong," Cato winked at her. She only smiled.

"With pleasure," She said before coming at him, kicking up at his face. He easily dodged it, then ramming his body against hers and knocking her to the ground forcefully. Glimmer quickly responded and pressed against Cato's chest with both her feet, kicking him off. He flew off, his back smacking into a nearby support column. Glimmer smiled as she got up on her feet, pouncing on Cato again. Cato was now more alert, quickly moving out the way and pressing her face first into the wall, molding his body against her back, trying to control himself not to do anything 'X rated' right here, right now.

His masculine hands traveled down and gripped her waist and flipped her over so he could face her. Her blonde hair a little messy and some loose curls fell in her face. She only smiled.

"I was wondering what you we're doing back there," She joked before pushing him away. Or trying to. He didn't budge at all.

"First time you could push me off because I wasn't ready. Now I am," He smiled, leaning down closer to her, her light flowery perfume fresh and filling his nose. He began slipping his hand towards her back and down to her firm butt, filling his hands.

RIIIING

The lunch bell rang and Cato mentally cursed, but he still didn't move. He could trap Glimmer there forever. She caught on.

"So I guess I'm going to starve?" She said sassily before smiling, a soft giggle escaping her lips.

But Clove walked up to them, her voice cold and harsh, her arms still crossed. "Cato. Our mentor called a surprise meeting now. Let's go," she growled, not leaving to make sure Cato would follow her.

Cato mentally cursed. He released Glimmer and turned around to Clove, his face strong and set. Clove only nodded and began leading Cato to a room in the back of the training center. They walked into an empty, large grey room. The only thing there were some bean bag cushions on the grey, smooth floor. Clove and Cato both raised there eyebrows at the seating choices before awkwardly getting down and sinking into the moving microbeads of the chairs. Brutus, there mentor just looked down at them, he refused to sit down in such a childish chair. He only cleared his throat.

"Clove you called the meeting. Let's get this over with,"

"I thought you called it Brutus?" Cato asked, adjusting himself in the chair.

"No I just lied," Clove corrected before also adjusting herself, ignoring the crunching of the chairs. "I called to talk about Glimmer. She can't seriously be a Career. She will ruin our image,"

"Oh Clove, she will help our image if anything," Cato said, his voice in disbelief, not believing they were talking about this again.

Brutus only rolled his eyes. "You two work this out, all I care about is having one of you crowned Victor. That shows that I'm doing my job of keeping you alive," he said in a gruffly voice before walking out.

"She isn't that bad," Cato said, trying to be reasonable. He leaned back in his chair, finally getting comfortable.

Clove just shook her head and got on leaned forward in the bean bag on her elbows, sinking down to the ground uncomfortably. She just gave up and just laid on the floor.

"Are you kidding me, she's horrible! A joke!"

Glimmer waited in line for the buffet, a tray in her manicured hands. But then she saw Cato and Cloves mentor leave, a set look on his strong yet aged face. She set her tray down and left the line, ignoring the happy cheers of the hungry tributes who were now closer to the food. She followed where she saw the mentor left, going down a dark, narrow hallway, making a left to see a silver door. Glimmer could hear voices from the other side, not arguing or yelling but having a simple conversation. She instantly recognized the voices. Cato and Clove.

Curiosity filled Glimmer and she couldn't help but place her ear gently against the cold metal door and listen in on their conversation.

"We need to get her out of the Careers. Now. Okay?" Clove said as she got up on her elbows, glaring at Cato to see if he understood her.

He looked down at her, finally just giving up and nodding. "Fine,"

Glimmer's mouth opened in shock. How could they kick her out of the Careers? She was from District 1, a Career District. It was almost traditional all the Career Districts work together in the Games! She was shocked, how would she survive in the Games now? She needed food, weapons. The Careers would claim all that on the first day when they run to the Cornucopia and kill everybody who dared come close. Glimmer could try just running away, surviving on whatever she found in the woods, hiding in trees, always awake to see if anybody was near. But she sucked at hiding, she hated sleeping in trees, she needed a tent, warmth. All that would be with the Careers. No, being a Career is the only means of survival. She needed her spot in the Careers guaranteed no matter what the cost.

She would visit Cato tonight and make sure of this.

*thought i'd write a Glato for some reason. This has one more chapter, full of seduction and persuasion. This should be interesting... so stick around! Haha. PLEASE REVIEW, review, subscribe, review again. Just go crazy! Hope you like it :)