Chapter 6

~Cato~

Clove had a point. I could easily try to charm some information out of Spitfire. I mean come on, no girl can resist my charm, except maybe Clove herself. But besides her, the girls fawn over me at my feet. I'm the best looking thing at this Academy. I smirk and head to the weight room. When I walk in I don't see Spitfire there yet. Could Clove be wrong? Could she have heard wrong? No, Clove doesn't make mistakes like that. Well instead of standing here like an idiot I might as well go change and get some lifting in. I walk into the locker rooms and change into the proper clothing and walk back out. I stop dead in my tracks when I see her, Spitfire, sliding weights onto a bar to get ready to lift. She doesn't have a spotter, but the weight she's lifting isn't much. Forty pounds total, must be a new starter at lifting if that's all she can manage. I put of my nicest face I can muster and walk over to her.

"Well if it isn't the famous Spitfire." I comment as I get close to her, she glances at me, rolls her eyes and continues what she's doing. "You know you should really have a spot when you lift." I offer and she scoffs.

"Get bored with your staring?" she says bitterly.

"Maybe." I says and lightly put my hands on the bar she continues to push up and down repeatedly. "Maybe not." I try to flirt, it's hard when I don't get a good reaction.

"Why do you stare District Two?" she asks, setting the weights up and sitting up. Wait she did fifteen reps that easily, maybe she's just pacing herself.

"District Two? How do you know I'm from here?" I say sitting next to her, moving her legs slightly. I have a slight smile on my face still trying to play nice. "My name is Cato by the way." I continue but she ignores me.

"Because you look like the rest of them."

"Like what?" I ask with a raised eyebrow, but still with a smile on my face.

"A Capitolite." she insults. I am nobody's lap dog.

"I'm gonna act like you didn't say that."

"Whatever." she says laying back down and doing another fifteen.

"You know it'd be easier to talk if we actually knew something about each other." I comment standing back up, putting my hands on the bar just in case she needed a spot.

"So you want to know things about me?" she pried.

"Yeah." I say with a smirk. "Call it a trade. You tell me about you and I'll not only tell you about me but I'll let you in on some training secrets, like say how to handle a weapon." I offer.

"Fine, you wanna know about me? Well here it is." she says putting the bar up not finishing her fifteen and standing up to face me. "My name is Spitfire and I'm not going to tell you what my real name is," she starts with a hard glare and walking towards me until I'm back up against the wall, and she continues to talk as she does so. "I'm not going to tell you where I'm from or what it is I can do. I don't need your help because I'm sure I can get the same tips from Brutus. So quit it with the fake smile and flirting because it's gonna get you nowhere." she says and I'm finally backed up to the wall. "Are we clear?" she asks and I glare at her.

"Crystal, now get out of my way. I have to train too you know." I say, shoving her out of the way and walking over to where she previously was lifting, but adding sixty pounds to it. Unfortunately she doesn't leave the room like I thought she would. I hoped I pissed her off enough to get her to leave. But no, she simply walks over to a dumb bells and starts lifting those, to work on her biceps and triceps. Every so often I glance at her, sometimes she is taking a break, others she is lifting again. And the next few hours went on like that until Brutus walked in.

"Spitfire, lets go." he says and she nods following him out. He didn't even look at me. What the hell am I to him?

~Katniss~

Brutus worked me extra hard after lunch, throwing knives and spears. Starting at the lowest weight and waiting until I threw each one perfectly, hitting the center every time. And after an hour of throwing, I'm only hitting the second ring. But when he let me go for the day I was happy to leave. My hands were red and aching from throwing non stop. I collapsed on my bed once I entered my room and I just laid there until Luna walked through the door.

"Hey-, wow you look like you were worked hard." she says.

"My hands kill." I complain then realize what I said. "No pun intended." I say and she lets out a strained chuckle.

"I get what you mean." she says kicking her shoes off and sitting on her bed. "Hey do you wanna go explore District Two? Maybe in a little bit so we can recuperate?" she says and I turned over onto my back and rest myself on my elbows.

"Yeah but give me a few minutes." I say and collapse back on my back.

"Sure, how does twenty sound?" she offers.

"Perfect." I reply and take a deep breath.

Walking through District Two after training hours was interesting. Luna and I gawked at the stone work on the buildings without looking ridiculous. And as we walked we hummed a familiar tune between both of us that has yet to be named. While we sat for those twenty minutes in our room we just started humming and came up with the tune. I wasn't exactly paying attention as to where I was going until I bumped into a family from this District.

"Oh I'm so sorry sir." I say frightfully. But the man just chuckled. He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, much like Cato. Maybe they are related, but now that I look around me, a lot of people are blonde and blue eyed.

"No harm done. I actually wanted to talk to you girls." he says to us with a simple smile on his face. He actually seems nice, unlike some people from here.

"Us? Why us?" Luna asked surprised.

"Well my daughter seems to like that song you were humming." he said gesturing to his darling baby girl in his wife's arms. The girl smiled and giggled as we looked at her, wearing a dress the color of the sun with white flowers decorating it, white shoes, and a white hat. She reached her hands out towards me, opening and closing her tiny fists repeatedly.

"She likes you." his wife complimented with a smile.

"She's adorable." I reply back.

"Anyway I was wondering if that tune had a name." the man asked.

"I'm sorry that was just something we thought up on the spot." Luna explained.

"I see." he says looking a little disappointed. "Oh where are my manners?" he starts and I immediately think of Effie and her rants about manners. "My name is Citch and this is my wife Selima and our daughter Sessa." Citch introduced.

"I'm Luna and this is..." she trailed off not knowing whether or not to use my real name.

"I'm Spitfire." I finished for her.

"Spitfire, I've heard about you. You train at the Academy with Brutus right?" he asked.

"That is correct." I say with a matter-of-fact tone in my voice.

"It's amazing what she can do." Luna bragged, earning a warning look from me.

"What can you do?" Selima probed.

"She won't tell."

"I figure a mystery can be a scare tactic of intimidation. If people know that you're good but don't know what you're good at they could get scared." I explain further.

"Can we at least know hat District you are from?" Citch asked, I know what he's doing and I won't buy it.

"It's all part of my mystery." I said simply. A clock on a tower chimed eight o'clock and curfew was in half an hour.

"Sorry but we have to go. Spitfire come on!" Luna says loudly, tugging me away.

"Nice meeting you!" I call over my shoulder as we round a corner.

~Cato~

I closed the door to my house and leaned against it., making it home just in time before curfew. Adults get to be out however late they want whereas kids under eighteen; well we have a stupid curfew. At eight freaking thirty at night! What type of curfew is that? After a few seconds I get off of the door and walk through my big house to the kitchen to grab a water bottle, then hearing the front door open and close again. Citch, Selima, and a giggling Sessa come into the room and brought a smile to my face. I love my niece so much that I spoil her.

"Hey brother. How was training?" Citch asked. I slammed my water bottle down on the counter thinking about today's events again.

"Don't remind me." I reply flatly.

"This wouldn't happen to be about a girl would it?" Selima asks with a knowing tone.

"So what if it is?" I ask bitterly.

"She reject you or something?" Citch asked.

"I tried talking to her to get to know her and maybe offer her some training tips. But she keeps everything a secret and plays head games. And that's my job. I play the head games." I lash out and take another gulp of water.

"Is it Spitfire?" my brother asks and I whip my head in his direction.

"How do you know?"

"We met her, she's a nice girl."

"You talked to her?" I accused.

"Sessa just fell in love with a tune she and her friend were humming." Selima explained readjusting Sessa on her hip. "And we wanted to know the name of it." she finished.

"Did you get what you wanted?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"There was no name." Citch said sounding disappointed.

"Did you find anything else about her? Like where she's from or what her real name is?"

"She won't say. She just said that a mystery can be a scare factor." my sister-in-law said.

"Well she is a mystery. But she isn't scaring anybody." I said grabbing my water bottle off the counter. "I'll be in my room." I say before running up the stairs, taking two at a time.

I stormed into my room and threw my water bottle across it. No one in my life has ever spoken to me with such disrespect as she did. Much less a girl. I don't understand it. Girls trail after me hoping to gain my attention but I never found one that captured my interest. But this girl, this one girl, the one everybody called Spitfire somehow has. She didn't just capture it, she kidnapped it. But not in the way all of the other girls think. She didn't take it because I'm interested in her in a romantic way, she took it by my interest in a challenge. She's different than the others in the Academy. She's a mystery that doesn't want to be revealed. But I intend to reveal it to the world. One way or another.