Hello guys ! for those who wonder, I'm still working on the other fanfiction, but I had an idea about another one, really different though. I hope you will like it !

Nothing belongs to me, everything belongs to Suzanne Collins.

This story happens in another universe, where the tributes happen to be high-school students.

Cato's POV.

Cabin in the woods

Sober : Pink

Chapter One

"Oh, boy !" Marvel tells me. "You should have seen his face."

"Yeah, yeah, I have." I answer.

I look at him. He looks so proud of himself. He's such a bully, sometimes. I hate it when he does that, yet I really like him. Maybe because I know how nice he is, deep inside. Now that I think about it, I must be the one that knows him the most.

The bullied is, and will ever be Peeta Mellark. Poor kid, really. I've tried to talk about it to Marvel, but he won't hear a thing. Everytime they meet in the corridor, Marvel pushes him against the lockers.

Such a shame. I kind of like Peeta. But not as much as I like Marvel.

As smooth and stupid as it sounds, I think I like him. I mean, I like him. And I hate me for that. But what for, actually ? We've known eachother since a really long time. We have this weird exclusive relationship since we're kids. And Marvel doesn't have a girlfriend. He never had one. That cheers me up a bit. I think, maybe, I could ask him out.

I'm gonna do that tonight, when we'll meet at the cabin, in the woods. Our cabin. We spent so many moments together, up there. I don't know who built this cabin in the woods in the first place. None of us does. Still, we're meeting there every night. We can see the moon through the window. It's very nice. This is OUR place. Not someone else's.

I like being there every night, with him. Marvel makes me feel special, as I think he is special too.

I sigh.

"What is it ?" Marvel asks.

"Nothing" I answer while shrugging. "We'd better go to class."

We start walking down the corridor. For the second time of the day, we come across Peeta. I see Marvel moving towards him, a smile on his face. I like it when he smiles, but only when he smiles to me. Not when he smiles to someone else, especially when he's about to hit Peeta – or when he just did.

"Not this time." I say while catching his wrist.

He watches at me with a surprised look on his face. I let go his wrist, and I add : "We're gonna be late for the class."

"Fine." he mumble.

We both walk in front of Peeta, who is holding his bag really thigh. I'm not sure about that, but as I quickly look at him, I can see him move his lips in a silent "Thank you."

I nod, and quickly follow Marvel, who seems upset. He doesn't say anything until we get to class.

It's long. I can't stop thinking about what I'm going to tell him tonight. He is so nice, usually. I don't understand why he's always mean to Peeta. Only Peeta, just Peeta.

Tonight, after dinner, I rush into the woods. After walking a few minutes, I find the tree. I look up and I see the cabin. I hear noises : Marvel must be inside, already.

As I start my ascension, I can't help myself but wondering : how am I going to do ? How is he going to react ?

I finally reach the top of the scale. Marvel's face appears, just above my head.

"It was about time !" he smiles as he reaches for my hand.

There he is, he smiles again. He has a hell of a smile, I tell you.

This is the smile that makes my heart melt. This is the smile that belongs to me, and to nobody else. This is the smile that makes me his.

I grin back and catch his hand as he helps me climbing.

"So !" he says. "I'm kinda happy you came."

"Why wouldn't I come ?" I ask. "We come here every night. That's our... thing... you know."

He nods. "Yeah, but I was feeling uncomfortable with what happened earlier. I thought that after that, you wouldn't want to come."

That's it, that's now that I'm supposed to tell him that whatever he does, even if I disapprove, I will still be with him. Of course, instead of that, I can only shrug and say : "I don't know what you're talking about."

He looks away.

"Please, look at me." I surprise myself saying that.

He must be surprised too, because he raises his eyebrows. At least he's looking at me now.

"Why ?" he asks, amused.

"Because..." I start, and I stop at the same time. "It's time to drink !" I say while taking two glasses and a bottle of vodka.

OoO

Marvel is quite drunk. Not me. I'm sober, I didn't took a single sip. I don't need it. I look at Marvel. He's sitting next to me, against the wall of the cabin. He's resting on my shoulder, my head above his. One moment, I think about kissing him. I want to. I really do. But he's too inebriated. I don't want to take advantage of his drunkenness. Luckily, tomorrow is Saturday so we don't have to care about a hangover. Not that I normally would, but still...

I glance through the window. It must be close to midnight. A song comes to my mind, as I find it pretty accurate with my current situation.

I'm safe, up high : nothing can touch me. Why do I feel this party is over? No pain inside, you're my protection. How do I feel this good sober ?

This is so true. Here, with him. Above the trees, above the whole town. It's only Marvel and me. He protects me, as I protect him. Since we are kids.

All this, this moment I was having, is torn apart by no one else than Marvel.

"I, I... love... I love you" he mumbles, his eyes shut.

I open my eyes wide and I look at him. This can't be true.

However,I don't really have time to react.

"I love you, Peeta." he finishes.

This can't be true.

"You what ?" I yell, backing off.

Marvel wakes up, and seems more surprised than I already am.

"Whaat ?" he mumbles, all drunk.

"You just told me you loved me. Except that you thought I was Peeta."

He looks down. I think my heart is melting, not in a good way this time. I think I'm sharing a tear, which Marvel notices when he looks back.

"I'm so sorry." he says.

"You don't know what you are talking about." I almost yell.

"What is that about, then ?" he answers as I'm moving towards the scale.

Then I turn back, and yelp at him : "I fucking want to be with you, that's what it's all about !" He stays quiet, so I keep talking. "We've always been together, in more than just a friendly way. I thought you felt the same for me, when you just happened to... love Peeta ! And that is why you bullied him ?"

"It's... it's the only way I found to get his attention." he admits.

I think I have tears all over my face. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can come here with you anymore."

"Cato, you can't do that... I care so much about you !" he tries. I think he's crying too.

I'm so angry. I step back, without even looking behind me.

"Cato, stop, you're gonna fall !" he yells, his eyes wide opened, but it's too late.

The only thing I can focus on is Marvel's face, in the cabin, getting further and further away from me. I regret so much what I told him. But yeah.

This is too late.

Okay so I'll see how it goes and if you guys like it before publishing the next chapter :) if you want more you still can check my other fanfic, "A different kind of Hunger". As an information, just know that even if Cato seems OOC right now, he won't be for long, don't worry.

Love ya !

xx

AC