Sorry i havent written in a while. my grandma died recently and its been really stressful but ive been doing a lot of writing lately to get my mind off of it, and i must say, its been really helpful

Chapter 7

Enough To Make A Girl Dizzy

I collapsed on the floor, clutching the side of my face. I could already taste the metallic taste of the blood inside my mouth, but i just spit it back out, and rose to my feet, anger seething through my body. I had totally forgotten Cato was there until Cato side slammed Ashton, knocking him to the ground with a loud, hollow bang. I was sure Ashton had hit his head and was unconscious, but Ashton was still fighting back, full force. Ashton punched Cato a couple times in the face.

If Ashton had crossed Cato before the games had begun, Cato would have kicked his ass, no doubt. But now Cato was skinnier, less muscular, and lacking his sword. He was in a weak spot. As the two of them rolled around on the floor violently, I dashed to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could find. When I returned, they were both covered in blood and Cato's eye was beginning to swell up. It was only a matter of time before Ashton killed him.

But Ashton made a huge mistake by grabbing at Cato's shirt to try and get a better grip to punch him again. One of the first rules we had learned at the training center was to not use clothes to help you fight. People can easily escape that way. Cato wriggled out of the shirt as fast as he could and clumsily got to his feet and stood over Ashton, placing his foot on AShton's neck.

"Clove!" He ordered. My adrenaline was pumping so hard, I couldn't even process what was going on. Cato had pushed Ashton's head back with his foot, exposing more of his neck. Before I could even stop myself, I knelt down and drew the blade across his neck with a quick swish. We sat there in silence for a couple minutes. I still knelt on the floor, blood seeping from Ashton's body and creating a pool around my knees. Cato sat on a bar stool, catching his breath.

Finally he said something. "Who is- was- that?" He wiped some blood from his mouth.

"Cato I just killed someone" I held up my hands shakily, staring at them with a disgusted expression.

"Like seriously, what was some weird dude doing just hanging around your house. That's weird"

"Cato" I said levelly, but with the slightest warning tone.

"And where'd Sam go?" he looked at the door and shrugged. "Must've gone home when we left the train station."

"CATO!" I shouted angrily.

"What?" he finally looked at me.

"We aren't in the arena. We just killed someone."

"Out of pure self defense. They can't do anything if we did it out of self defense, right?"

"I don't care Cato. I just dont want his body as a space rug. I want him out, now" Cato frowned, picked up the body and left. He didn't come back for another hour and by the time he got back, I was done mopping the floor.

"Done"

"Where'd you put him?"

"It's a secret" he gave me a childish smile.

"Why is it a secret"

"In case I need to hide another body" he winked.

"Cato, do you have any idea what the Captiol will say if they find out. We could be sentenced to death. He proceeded to the living room nd laced his fingers behind his head.

"I doubt it"

"easy for you to say" I mumbled to myself.

It had been a week since the incident, and thankfully no one had found out. I wasn't sure where exactly Cato had hid the body but it didn't matter because as of now, my slate was clean. Well as clean as possible. I had finally told Sam and she was kind of happy, which I guess was a good thing.

I was sitting in the living room of my house, cracking my knuckles when I heard the door open. "Hello" Cato called, poking his head in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, standing up to meet him at the door.

"I came to remind you that the victors tour is in two days" he watched me carefully, obviously sensing my shock. "You forgot, huh?"

"No" I lied.

"Figures, but hey. At least you've got another handsome victor like me to back you up" he smiled.

"Sure, whatever"

"'Oh come on, you're not going to stay mad at me forever, are you?" He pouted slightly, but I did my best to ignore him. "What's for dinner?" he asked, sitting at the bar stool.

"Who said I invited you to dinner?"

"Sam invited me" he said. I rolled my eyes. Of course Sam invited him.

"Salad" I replied flatly.

"Just salad?"

"yep"

"What about pasta or something."

"I have had my share of pasta" I filled a bowl with lettuce and handed Cato the plate. "eat your salad" I commanded. He gave a little half smile and a wink before putting a piece of lettuce in his mouth and pretending to choke. "Ha ha very funny. You're terrible at fake choking" but he didn't stop choking. Finally, he slipped off the bar stool and onto the group. Oh shiit.

I sprinted to his side, kneeling next to him. I remembered CPR fromo my training center class and leaned down to give him a rescue breath. Instead of blowing air into his lungs I found he was kissing me and I pullled away abruplty.

"Oldest trick int he book"

"You're a pig" I rolled my eyes nd excused myself to the restroom. When I reached there, I slid down the wall, my head spinning. I hadn't imagined that kissing Cato would be so distracting. So exact to the way it felt before he tried to kill me. I didn;t know much, but I did know that even though my attitude towards him had changed, my lips still felt the same everytime the touched his, and it was enough to make me dizzy.