A/N: This is my first EVER Hunger Games fanfic, so please be nice! Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, nor the characters that are in it. That right belongs soley to Suzanne Collins! :3
Pairing: Cato/Peeta
Warning: This is a slash fanfic, if you don't like it, please hit the back button ;)
Chapter 1
"Fuck." Peeta gasped in pain as he fell from the rope in the training room. He could practically hear the other tributes laughing at him. Glancing up, he met the grey eyes of one tribute in particular. The boy from District 2, Cato.
The elder blond was looking at the younger with curious eyes, wondering what exactly the other boy was capable of. He knew the Girl on Fire was good with a bow and arrow, but what about the other District 12 tribute... what was he capable of?
Peeta blushed under the scrutinizing gaze of the Career as he picked himself up off of the floor. Katniss jogged over, concern evident in her green eyes.
"Are you ok?" she asked. "That was a pretty far drop." The female tribute soon realized her companion wasn't paying attention to her, but to something over her left shoulder. Turning, the girl saw the District 2 male tribute turn away quickly, like he didn't want to be caught watching something, or someone.
"Peeta, do you have a little crush on Cato?" she asked the boy, a teasing tone in her voice.
Peeta snapped out of his reverie and looked questioningly at her. "What are you talking about?"
The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes. "Oh please, do you think I'm blind? I was just talking to you a minute ago, but I doubt you will recall the conversation since you were too focused on Tall, Blond and Dangerous over there, right?"
The dirty blond boy turned beet red and looked at the ground, suddenly finding his shoes much more interesting than the topic at hand. Then he sighed, realizing this wasn't going to do him any good and he looked up at his friend. "Ok, so what if I have a little crush on him? It's not like anything can happen. We'll both be dead within the week... Well, I will be, at least."
"Oh come on, Peeta. I'll bet you make it out alive. Look, you see those weights over there?" The brunette asked, gesturing with her head to the left.
Peeta nodded, seeing what she was talking about. There was a pile of weights that looked to be about 100 pounds and over in a corner on the left side of the room.
"Throw one," she said simply.
"Throw one? But how's that going to-"
Katniss cut him off with a look. "Trust me. Just throw one at that stand of spears over there, ok? And you better do it quickly. Those friends of his are looking at you like you're a meal."
As she walked away, the blond boy looked in Cato's direction again to find the older boy once again looking at him. The Career looked at him with a raised eyebrow in an almost challenging way.
"Throw one.. How hard can that be?" Peeta muttered to himself. Walking over to the weights, he picked up a ball shaped one that felt like it weighed about 150 pounds. He turned to focus on the rack of spears a good 20 feet away.
Cato was curious now. What was 12 up to...?
Bringing his arm back, Peeta launched the weight as hard as he could at the rack of spears, sending it crashing to the floor. Phanting, he looked at Cato again and couldn't stop the smile coming onto his face when he saw the look of approval from the older boy.
Well, maybe Katniss knew what she was talking about after all...
A/N: So tell me what you think! I want feedback people!
