Sorry it took me a lot longer to update. I've been really busy with back to school stuff. Who's excited about that? Not me! Anyway, here's your next chapter.

"Holy shit!" I scream as I fall against the wall after jumping. I make sure to keep my towel around me tightly so the blonde boy sitting on my bed doesn't see any more than he already has.

"Shh!" Cato says before walking over to me, "Do you really want them to hear you?"

"Considering you snuck into my room, I'd rather they had!" I whisper back angrily. "Hey. Calm down, Princess. I didn't come in here to look at you in a towel," he pauses for a moment and adds "Not that I mind," while deliberately letting his eyes travel up my body. I let out a fake laugh with a "You're hilarious. What did you want then?"

"In case you forgot, we had plans later," he says. "Correction, we had an agreement later," I interrupt expecting him to wave me off. "If it were an agreement, something would be in it for me, which there isn't," he points out. "Whatever. Anyway, I'm not allowed out. If I were, I'd have gone down there to meet you. I don't have a death wish," I state.

"Why aren't you?" he raises an eyebrow. "Finnick," I reply in a bored tone. "Aw. Is he worried about you? Can't have you hanging out with any boys alone, right?"

Now, I realize that he's seriously invading my personal bubble.

Focus, Lila.

That's when his left hand goes onto my waist and I'm quickly pulled up and closer until we have less than an inch between our faces. As I try to ignore how hot his fingers are and how only the thin fabric separates them from me, the sudden movement makes the towel get loose around the top. He puts me back to my original spot and moves his hand from my waist to the top of the towel. His fingers go under the lining of it to the point where he's not touching me terribly inappropriately but stiff makes me stiffen. He tightens the towel before removing his finger from the edge of it.

Cato continues, completely ignoring how uncomfortable I'm feeling, and says, "Better keep your towel up, girly. Wouldn't want to add any other things for your mentors to complain about, would we?" He winks at me before going back to stand next to the bed.

I'm too shocked to say anything. I'm probably standing there looking like an idiot with eyes bigger than all of Panem, but right now I could care less. There was no point for him to do that. Why would he?

The question is, why does your stomach feel weird.

I'm preparing to start screaming for somebody - after yelling at him of course - but am interrupted by him once again.

"So, are you coming or not," he asks with an eyebrow raised. "What part of 'I can't go' don't you understand?" I hiss. This makes his face turn into another smirk as he looks me in the eye and says, "Oh, I get it. The little goody two shoes princess is afraid of a little rule breaking."

That's it.

I stomp over to him and give him my most intimidating look. "I'm not afraid," I pause for a moment but spit out defiantly, "And I'm definitely not some goody two shoes princess." My outburst seems to be no surprise to him as he steps so close that I can feel his hot breath on my face and he replies with an intimidating, "Prove it."

I turn away from him and somehow quietly stomp over to my dresser where I find a pair of skinny jeans, a pair of underwear and a black tank top. I turn to walk to the dresser opposite of that one where I keep my bras. Then, I hear a cough and turn to see Cato with a smug look on his face. My eyes travel to his hands as he says, "Wouldn't want to forget this, now would we?" and holds up one of my bras.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I would yell at him, but that would kind of ruin the whole 'sneaking out' thing. He seems to know this as his smirk grows. I walk towards him and snatch the black lacy push up bra that Katherine placed in my drawer but I never intended on wearing. I don't turn back to look at him before closing the bathroom door and locking it for good measure.

I strip myself of my towel and pull on my jeans without much struggle. The tank top is rather tight with the stupid bra, but there is no way I'm going to walk back there half dressed.

Remind me to kill Katherine later.

I grab the makeup bag Becca let me hold on to and decide to put some on. I tell myself that it's for me, but I know I'm in denial. I wipe off the mascara from earlier to start with a clean face before applying a thin line of eyeliner above my eyes.

I used to always be told that my eyes were gorgeous. They are usually a light blue with a small green rim around my pupil. Sometimes the color varies depending on makeup and lighting. My fingers scan through the small bag and land on foundation, but I decide against it as my skin tone is even and I've never been one to sport freckles or blemishes.

Then I put on a bit of eye shadow and lip gloss and then start with my hair that is now mostly dry. I know that I don't have time to curl it, so I brush it until the brown strands are shiny and tangle free. Now, it falls and stops at the bottom of my ribs again.

I pop my lips and look at my reflection in the mirror. I look like I'm somewhere between going to school or going on a date. My face says date, yet my clothes say casual. I wish that they would scream casual, but they can't due to the bra. I never want to wear one like this again, I decide, ignoring how much it actually helps my small, B cup figure.

After making sure I was satisfied with myself I open the door to reveal Cato. I note that he is standing in the exact same spot, so he hasn't moved. I don't have to look to see him staring at me with wide eyes, but I do anyway.

I guess two can play this mind game thing, huh?

He quickly shakes his head and asks if I'm finally ready. I reply with a yup and he gestures for me to lead the way. I catch my mind thinking hopefully I don't look too bad from behind before I can stop myself.

I also used to be told that I had a 'model walk' when I was semi popular at school. They all supposed that I thought I was better than everyone else when it was just how my walk has always been. I blame my mother, really. I was taught how to walk in heels rather early in life. I just hope that the model walk of mine doesn't look stupid and I don't fall.

I finally make it to the elevator silently with Cato in toe. He's surprisingly quiet for somebody his size. It was probably a part of his training. I can be really uncoordinated though at times, so I'm just grateful for the fact that I didn't trip over air. I step inside and press the button labeled with the letters TR. Cato stands in the corner of the elevator opposite to me and seems to be very interested in the wall.

After the short trip, I'm about to step out of the elevator, but I get stopped by Cato's hand holding out for me to stop. He gets in front of me, then gestures for me to follow him. I guess the coast is clear of peacekeepers because he keeps walking.

He turns around to face me and inquires where I want to go first. "Uh, I'm not sure," I pause to think, "Maybe knives?" He follows me to the knife station but I hear him say, "At least you didn't pick archery," I send him a glare but it's hard not to crack a smile, especially with him standing there laughing at his own joke. I pick up one of the knives and ask him what I'm supposed to do.

"Just start throwing some towards the target," he says. I look towards the target that sits about ten feet away. There is no way that I'm hitting that bulls eye. If I'm lucky, I might be able to get close. I take a deep breath and send the knife flying towards the target. Surprisingly, it actually hits somewhere on the target. It was off the bulls eye by about an inch and a half. I look towards Cato for approval and he simply nods his head but asks, "Is that the first time you've thrown a knife?"

"No, I've thrown them a few times back at the training center after everybody went home. I've never been good though, so this is kinda an accomplishment," I let out a sad excuse for a laugh. He sends me a questioning look. I figure it's because I said that I had been at the training center. I just shake my head. He gets that I don't want to talk about it and drops it. He changes the subject, "Do it again. You need practice."

A few minutes later, I'm standing in front of the target that has one of my knives in it. I'd thrown about 20 knives so far tonight, but this one hit dead center. I'm shocked and it takes everything I have not to jump up and down with delight. The only thing that gets through is the huge smile that overtakes my face. Cato comes over to stand by me. His eyes travel between my face and the bulls eye. "Not bad, Princess. Not bad," he says with a smirk, "Don't get too cocky though. Try again."

I take the knife out of the target and head back to where I was standing originally. Cato steps away from the target and I throw it again. It lands with a bulls eye again. This time, I don't even attempt to contain my excitement and before I can stop myself I hear a squeal. I know it didn't come out of Cato's mouth, so I guess it was me. He's off to the side grinning at me again, "Okay, calm down. What next?" he asks.

I just shrug and he suggests spears. I don't miss the smirk on his face as he turns to walk over to the station. I follow him to stand next to the spear. It looks huge. I'm not sure if my small amount of muscle can handle throwing it, but I can usually surprise myself. "Ready?" Cato steps back a bit. "Yeah," I manage to get out before picking up the large weapon. I pivot towards the target and throw. It doesn't even come close to hitting. I'm proud of myself for how far I threw it though.

I hear laughing from a few feet away, "What was that?" he asks in his usual arrogant tone. My eyes find the floor in embarrassment. "Hey, don't feel that bad. You're just not focusing properly," he comes to stand next to me after going to retrieve the spear. "Here," he says and puts it into my hands. I get ready to aim and he stops me.

"You're not even standing right, now," Cato says, frustrated. I have a feeling that I know where this is going even before he walks over to stand right behind me. He leans down and grabs my right leg. He stands back up after pushing it forward a few centimeters. Then, he stands up and places his hand over mine around the spear. I try to push aside the feeling I just got, but it's impossible when he moves his other hand onto my hip.

He seems to sense my uneasiness, which only makes him step closer. Now, I know that my face is bright red. It doesn't help that I can feel his chest starting to push into my back. He's so toned that it's unbelievable. My mind starts to wonder off.

You're supposed to be focusing on training. You know, life or death kind of thing here.

I can feel his breath on my neck before he moves his mouth up to my ear and says "You know, you're blushing again, Lila." I can feel him smirk on my ear. I realize that he finally used my real name instead of the usual Princess. We just stand there for a moment in silence. I know that he's trying to get inside of my head. He has pretty easily. I'm just not sure how long he's going to be able to stay there. I always find my mind talking itself out of liking guys. Guarding your heart is the best option if you want to keep it in tact - especially if the guy is probably going to end up killing you.

I'm snapped back into reality by Cato's hand slowly sliding off my hip and off my hand. His lips are still on my ear when he huskily commands, "Throw." I bring my arm back, breathe, and throw. I close my eyes before looking at the target. When I open them, I'm staring at a bulls eye once again. He's still standing behind me when I turn around with an sound that sounds like an Eeep and fling my arms around his neck. "Thank you so so so much," I say. I let go of him before he has a chance to respond and he just looks at me. He had obviously been caught off-gaurd. "Are you going to do that after I do everything or what?" He raises both eyebrows this time. I calm down and mutter, "Sorry," and he responds with an unexpected, "Don't be."

"We should go back to our rooms before they kill us both," I suggest and turn to walk towards the elevator. He follows me without saying a word and I press the 4 button before hitting the one labeled 2. I notice that Cato is standing a lot closer than he was on the short ride to the Training Room. In fact, our arms are touching. He's always so warm.

Shut up.

I look up at his face to see him already looking back at me. I break the eye contact first, and neither of us says a word all the way back to my floor. When the doors open after the ding, I start to walk out but get stopped when he says, "Goodnight, Lila," with a slight smile. I return the smile with a reply, "Night, Cato," then I walk out the doors and towards my bedroom.

I'm so screwed.

That was... eventful? I guess we'll see how long it takes Lila to talk herself out of this one.

I originally had a different plan for this chapter, but I'll move that scene to later in the story. Hopefully I'll be able to update sooner next time.

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