You Belong With Me – Four
Misunderstanding-
Cato's P.O.V-
I don't know what came over me, but I charged out of Glimmer's house. I think I might have even knocked the door off of it's hinges. I found myself on the side of their house, sliding down against the rough brick wall. Tears streamed down so I couldn't stop them. What was happening to me? Was I really falling apart over something like this? This was so unlike me. I was Cato. I dealt with everything emotionlessly.
Just more proof I'm hopelessly in love with someone I can't have.
I grab my wrist and squeeze as hard as possible, clenching my teeth together, snapping my eyelids shut tight and sniffling to keep the tears in. Cato Jensen doesn't come undone over poor little baker boys. This can't be happening.
No, he's not poor. And I definitely do fall apart over him. Look at me.
"C-Cato?" a pair of curious blue eyes asks. It's hard to see the body of the person but I know those cobalt eyes anywhere.
"What do you want Peeta?" I ask using an angered tone. How suspicious he must be, finding me crying over him.
"C-Cato are you crying?" His innocent voice covers up my rage.
"I'm fine okay! Go away!" I yell, burying my face in my knees, hiding the tear streaks and my bloodshot eyes.
"You don't look fine." He states plainly.
No really? It just makes the entire situation worse when he sits next to me and wraps his arms around me.
"Peeta... Stop please..." I whisper, my voice softening to that of a whimper as I begin trying to push out of his grip.
"I'm sorry, if it makes any difference. I just... That damn Katniss was mocking me again and I just... did the first thing that came to mind." He says almost embarrassed.
"Well your mind must not have been functioning right." I say in an angered tone again though he laughs.
I roll my eyes at this. I've never been quite so annoyed by him.
He stops himself suddenly. "C-Cato... Why are you crying over me?" He asks gently, probably preparing for another outburst.
I sigh, wipe my eyes and turn towards him. "Why the hell do you think?" I scold him, my knees still pressed to my chin.
He shrugs, his eyes taking on a curious gleam.
Another sigh. "Peeta, do I need to spell it out for you? I. Love. You. You're all I ever think about..." My voice becomes my shamed sounding as I go, awkwardly fidgeting with my hands.
It's silent a few moments. Eventually I get fed up with it, and lift my head, wiping the ridiculous expression from my face. I open my mouth, only for it to be closed again by your lips against mine.
Shit. What is happening? I've been wishing for a moment like this since middle school, and now that I finally get it I've just finished crying and snot is probably running into his mouth.
Who wants to kiss that?
Obviously him. But after a little longer I really stop caring and just kiss back, my arms draping over your neck as my fingers tangle in your hair. Your hands snake down my chest to my hips that are probably covered in dirt now. Your fingers tickle at my sides as they involuntarily run up my shirt.
I pull back, gasping for air. "P-Peeta..." I pant, still recovering from the lack of air and the burning passion that was that kiss.
Peeta's P.O.V-
I smirk and cock my eyebrow at Cato. "Yeah?" I ask cockily as he tries to regain his steady breath.
"W-Why?" He seems puzzled, looking up at me now mostly recovered though his breath is still kind of heavy.
Why? What did he mean why? He had wanted that all along. So have I, really. I just shrug, trying not to make it out as a big deal.
"B-But..." He stutters now out of nervousness I'm guessing. "You and Katniss... You like girls... You kissed Clove for god sakes I mean... What should make me think you did that because you actually like me... and not just for comfort..."
I pause a moment. Then I realize I probably did do that to comfort him.
"I'm sorry Cato... I just... I can't stand seeing you so broken and sad... Forgive me?" I ask sheepishly and shamefully.
"I-I do... It's okay... You were just trying to help. Can you just... Leave me here a few minutes... I wanna be alone..." He mutters, eye contact drawing away from me.
I nod, then stand and brush myself off. Something makes me want to stay, but I go against that judgment and head in to Clove who still blushes furiously. Marvel and Glimmer have head off somewhere.
"Hey Clove... Sorry about earlier..." I say, running my hands through my hair and awkwardly smiling at her.
"Whatever. At least only Everdeen and Hawthorne saw." she says using that irritated tone that always pisses me off.
I sit back down and watch Cato make his way back in. He seems to be avoiding me...
Cato's P.O.V-
I didn't really know why, but I just didn't want to be around Peeta. Something about that conversation we had outside... When he kissed me... it just struck a bad chord in my mind.
I head to the other room in search of Marvel, only to find someone else.
Katniss Everdeen. Sobbing on the floor.
I'd be somewhat sympathetic if it were anyone else, but I just ignore it.
"Seen Marvel?" I ask her coldly.
She shoots an icy glare up at me. "No." she practically spits. "How would I know where he is?" She hisses, her voice laced with venom.
"Geez, sourpuss, don't have to be so bitchy. You aren't the only one having a rough night." I retaliate, causing her head to cock in curiosity.
I sigh lightly and sit on the ground next to her. "Yeah, drama queen, I'm having boy troubles too." I say, causing a smirk to appear on her lips.
"What, with the little faggot I used to date?" she jokes. I don't think she expected it to be true, but the cold tone she uses causes me to snap.
I pin her to the ground, my fingers tightly lacing around her neck. Her body writhes under my strong hold.
"Don't you ever talk about him like that!" I growl, and as she snickers and opens her mouth I grip tighter, laughing as she chokes.
"I-I'm sorry!" She screeches, her voice rough and jagged.
"Good. I'm sorry too. I over reacted... He's just... I care for him a lot..." I whisper, sitting back in my previous position, until she knocks me out of it.
With a kiss.
What the hell is happening? Am I really this sluts next target? Dammit. And why is she even doing this. She's... She's insane! I kick at her legs only to be kicked back in my manhood swiftly, and I moan out in pain.
"Agh!" I yell, then plan on an insult only to be stopped by her lips.
Pushing and kicking doesn't work. I'm trapped. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why!
Then, of course, someone has to barge in.
"C-Cato! What the hell are you doing!" the innocent voice yells out, a piercing pain evident in it.
Katniss releases me, a smirk evident on her rough lips that felt like daggers against mine. "P-Peeta, it's not what I looks like! This is a total misunderstanding I swear!" I yell.
Peeta just let's out a fitted sound of rage and stomps out.
I shoot a glare at the raven-haired girl before me. "I hate you." I hiss, before getting up to follow him out, only to be dropped to the ground by the slut as she kicks my foot.
"No! You aren't going to fix your little baker boy's heart! Not tonight! He doesn't want to talk to you. Not after he caught you all over his ex." She laughs, obviously mocking my sadness and worries.
"Shut up! I don't believe you'd do such a thing! Y-You're... You're sick!" I screech, struggling from her grip. She's stronger than I thought, putting up a strong fight before she punches me out of consciousness.
