The fight over Cato's heart

Cato got out of his bed and stretched his muscular, amazing arms. He looked at the clock next to his bed – it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it even more, and made himself some coffee. It took him a while to finish making his coffee – he got distracted in the middle by his incredibly sexy reflection in the window – and when the coffee was done he poured it into a big cup and drank it slowly.

Oh, yeah. That was the good life.

As he got more and more awake, he decided to get into Facebook. Not that he was addicted, of course not, he just wanted to check if anyone wrote anything to him.

He got to his profile and read it again, not because he didn't remember what he wrote, but because the author of this story found it necessary to show the readers what Cato wrote in his profile.

Cato The Sexy Buffalo Profile Page

Name: Cato The Sexy Buffalo :)

Age: Eighteen.

Home: District Two, the home of the killing machines! *yay*

Current location: In my home.

Interested in: Killing, fencing, winning.

In a relationship: Single.

After Cato reread his profile purely to help this story progress, he checked his Wall.

He frowned.

Not a single new message? Not even one?

So he decided to be the first one to write a comment on his Wall (oh, so embarrassing), and started writing it on February 21 at 14:52PM:

'Yeah, that's right ladies – I'm single. You can fight over me any minute now. Preferably, wearing bikinis. And swimming in a pudding pool. Or a mud pool. Really, it's up to you. Be as creative as you like. Last one standing, wins my heart :)'

Now, all he had to do was wait.

He smirked when a new message received one minute later.

'Seriously? You really think a bunch of girls are going to fight each other over you?' Gale Hawthorne wrote.

Cato The Sexy Buffalo shook his head. Gale just didn't understand the power that his hotness and sexiness had over the ladies.

But before he could write anything it response to Gale's comment, Clove did.

'I'M GOING TO WIN!'

Johanna Mason joined the fight, too.

'NO YOU'RE NOT! I'M A F*CKING WINNER OF THE F*CKING HUNGER GAMES, AND DON'T YOU FORGET THAT! YOU GOT KILLED BEFORE THE FINAL FIVE, YOU LOSER!'

Cato smirked to himself. Oh, he was just so hot.

Gale Hawthorne apparently understood how awesomely hot Cato really was.

'O_O Dude, you gotta tell me your secret.'

'There is no secret. I'm just that hot and sexy, no girl can resist me.' Cato The Sexy Buffalo wrote modestly.

'JOHANNA, YOU B*TCH! STOP THROWING YOUR AXE AT ME!' Clove sent.

'I WILL KILL YOU!' Johanna sent in response.

Aw, they were just so cute!

'Seriously, dude, you're like my idol.' The awestruck Gale wrote.

'Yeah, well, being so hot and sexy isn't always that great.' Cato The Sexy Buffalo wrote, nodding his head importantly as he did.

'Yeah, right.' Gale Hawthorne sent in response.

Oh, he just didn't understand how hard it was for him!

'No, seriously! Sometimes, I wish I wasn't as hot as I am.' Cato The Sexy Buffalo wrote seriously.

Gale Hawthorne still didn't believe him.

'Really? And why is that?'

But before Cato The Sexy Buffalo could explain exactly why it was so hard to be this hot and sexy, President Snow The Sexy Rooster sent a comment that explained why it was so hard for Cato to be this hot and sexy.

'I want a little part in that action, too! *running off to change into a bikini*'

Yep. Being hot and sexy sometimes sucked. And not in a good way.

Heehee.

'Must I really explain?' Cato The Sexy Buffalo then wrote, knowing that Gale would finally understand.

Foxface then decided to join the conversation.

'WHERE IS THE PUDDING POOL?'

Well, the more, the merrier!

'Go after the screaming, FoxFace, babe *Smiling the most beautiful smile ever seen by humans*' Cato The Sexy Buffalo gave Foxface directions.

Foxface sent a comment only a few seconds later.

'*ballet-dancing towards the two wrestling girls* MAKE SOME ROOM FOR ME!'

Cato The Sexy Buffalo was happy now.

'*eating popcorn* I love my life.' He wrote, feeling elated.

'You died in the books.' Gale wrote in response.

Cato rolled his eyes. Must he remind him?

'But I have a blast in this Facebook world.' Cato The Sexy Buffalo wrote simply.

Finnick Odair then joined the conversation.

'Oh, this is so totally stupid! You're not hotter than me! I'm the Sex Symbol of Panem, for god's sake! Tell him, girls! '

'SHUT UP FINNICK! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M FIGHTING?' Johanna Mason sent.

Well, Johanna was just too awesome. Cato decided to let her touch his amazingly sculpted abs. She deserved it.

'Humph.' Was Finnick Odair's response.

'Told you so.' Cato The Sexy Buffalo wrote with a smirk.

'I'm still hotter than you are.' Finnick Odair wrote.

Oh, he just couldn't admit defeat!

And then President Snow The Sexy Rooster sent another comment that made Cato wish he was never born.

'Okay, where is that pool you've mentioned? *wearing a pink speedo*'

And Cato The Sexy Buffalo sent one last final comment before leaving the conversation.

' . . .

Yeah, my life sucks.'

Finnick is hotter than Cato in my opinion.

And don't you forget it.

Cato is extremely hot, sure, but Finnick is the Sex Symbol of Panem, for god's sake!

Also, first time to mention Foxface here, so, YAY!

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