A/N Heyyyy! This story starts around the training so yeh just sayin'.
"Cato!" Cried a stupid girly voice. Of course it was that Glimmer girl. I didn't know why it was bothering me though, Glimmer and Cato would be fine together. Yeah... Fine together. I didn't like CATO! He was an asshole! But why do I keep getting so annoyed whenever Glimmer (the Barbie bitch, as I call her) talks to him.
"Yes Glim?" He grinned at the blonde girl. GLIM? What the fuck, dude? You've only known her for a few days and you've already come up with cutesy nicknames. But like I said before, why should I let this bother me? Yes, Cato was attractive (Why am I thinking this?) but no. Just no.
"Hey Clove, come over here for a minute..." Said a voice from my right. I turned to see Marvel from District 1. I did not have time for this! I was to busy ACTUALLY TRAINING instead of flirting with every boy in the room (unlike some people *cough* Glimmer *cough*).
"Yes?" I snapped, walking over to him.
"Well... I kinda like Glimmer... Do you think you could maybe talk to her for me?" He whispered. Why does EVERY SINGLE GUY like Glimmer? Yes she was blonde and pretty, but she's not the only one!
"Why does everyone like Barbie bitch?!" I sighed. But hey, maybe talking to her would distract her from Cato. Wait... Why would I want to distract her from Cato? I mean, they are a perfect couple!
"I guess I'll just ask someone else if you're gonna be like that..." Marvel sighed.
"Yes! Good idea! I don't fucking like Glimmer! To be completely honest I HATE HER!" I almost screamed in his face.
"Calm it, cutie!" He smirked. All the other careers knew what I could be like, but to other people I seemed kinda intimidating. Good. I don't want to be a baby.
I turned to see that Glimmer the Barbie had left Cato to practice and was now trying archery. She sucked. I tried very hard not to laugh but couldn't keep it in. She was just so bad at everything, I couldn't believe she had trained all her life but still didn't know anything about fighting. Earlier she had a poison ring which had been taken off her. At least I can actually fight instead of just stand there and look pretty.