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My Favorite Pet Chapter 2: Consequences
"Rosie… Darling…. Precisely what were you thinking?" Granddaddy asks.
"I didn't want him to die… I want to keep him as my pet…" I smile as innocence drips from my voice.
"My dear… you can't just go saving tributes whenever you please. It defeats the whole purpose of the Games."
I frown, "I didn't think you would care… I thought you would be happy that I'm happy!"
"I am happy that you are happy sweetheart! I just wish that you would understand that you can't go saving the lives of the tributes…"
"I do understand granddaddy… I just really liked this one!"
"I know sweetie."
"You aren't going to kill him are you?" I ask innocently.
"Of course not darling… You may keep him as long as you like."
I smile brightly, "Thank you Granddaddy!" I run up to him and give him a hug. I frown as the familiar scent of blood and roses assault my senses.
I pull back and turn and walk swiftly out of his office and toward the hospital room where Cato is being held. It's been a few days and he has yet to wake up. Thankfully, the surgery went well and he will be just fine. At least I hope so… Sometimes people have a hard time coping with the aftereffects of the Hunger Games.
I study him for a few moments like I have every day for the past few days. He really does look like him… Exactly like him…
I'm shaken from my reverie as Cato stirs. He groans lightly, most likely from pain seeing as there are still a few gashes to heal on his sides. He looks around the room clearly puzzled and dazed before his gaze lands on me.
"How?" He questions me his voice raspy from disuse.
I stand from my chair quickly and rush to his side, I grab a glass of water as I 'shh' him and cradle his head in my other arm, allowing him to drink. He tries to gulp the water down to wet his dry throat, but I hold him back knowing that his stomach wouldn't be able to take it.
He protests when I take the water away even though he gasps for breathe.
"Are you in pain?"
He opens his mouth to answer but I quickly press my finger to lips to silence him, "please don't talk, just nod or shake your head."
He nods to show that he is in pain. I nod and reach for a button to inject him with a light pain medication and call the doctor.
It takes barley a moment before the doctor comes in. He sees me and gives a glistening smile and a warm greeting.
"Miss Snow! I see that our patient is awake! I'm sure you're very pleased to see that."
I give a small smile, "Yes, I am, Doctor."
The Doctor nods and begins to give Cato a check-up. When he is finished the doctor turns to me and talks to me for a moment to tell me how to take care of him. Cato looks between the two of us clearly confused.
"What's going on?" he questions hesitantly.
I turn to look at him, "You're going to be staying with me now on. I rather like you… I thought it would be nice to have you for my…pet…"
I smile innocently at him aware of my predatory look.
The Interview
I frown as I watch his interview with Caesar.
How dare he sit there looking so cocky!
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So confident!
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How can he sound so full of himself?
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How dare he look like him?
I'm fuming by the time that the interview is over and I promptly ignore almost all of the other tributes because of it. The only other tribute that catches my attention would be Peeta Mellark. His confession of love, whether real or otherwise, is adorable.
Too bad the only thing that love gets you is heartbroken and alone.
I take a swig of the drink in my hand to calm the anger bubbling up inside of me and give a bitter laugh. My own interview with Caesar will be coming up in a moment and I better be ready for it.
After Peeta has left the stage, I saunter up after him I smile and wave to the cheering crowd. I swear they are all just a bunch of trained monkeys waiting to be dazzled.
I sit down beside Caesar; we've known one another for years so it's not surprise when our fast paced banter begins.
"My, that's a lovely dress Rosaline! Where ever did you get it?"
"It's vintage!" I squeal, "I found it a cute little antique boutique down town, isn't just to die for!"
I giggle I gaze adoringly at it before I get up and down a little twirl to show off the back of the dress too.
Caesar laughs happily showing me off with a dramatic wave of his hands.
A few wolf whistles are heard from some of the boys and I pretend to be embarrassed and flattered as I sit down.
"So tell me Rosaline… Who do you think will be the Victor this year?" he asks going all 'serious' on me.
I pretend to think for a moment.
"Well… I don't want to cast favors on any one Tribute… I believe that they all deserve equal chances to win… But if I had to make a choice I would have to say that Cato is a… delicious choice…" I allow my voice to drop to a purr as I glance up at District 2's male Tribute. He catches my eye and sends me a cocky smirk and a nod. I'm a little surprised when he gets up and saunters up to where I'm sitting and gets down on one knee before me and takes my hand and kisses it. I giggle giddily and can't help the smile or the conspiratory look that I give the audience and camera. The crowd loves it.
Caesar playing the role of the indulgent father shoos Cato back to his seat, but laughs with good humor.
I spend the rest of the interview gushing about the love saga between District 12's Tributes and giggling like a bimbo; and of course sending flirtatious glances and winks to Cato, who eats the attention up like a starving dog.
It's only when I look directly into his eyes that I know that I'm going to suffer the consequences for this later…
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