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My OC and Cato from the Hunger Games

CHAPTER 6:

I smiled as I listened to my mother as she tells me the plan. I laugh, "Mom, will that actual work?" I ask when she finished. "Of course, I told you this is what I do for a living!" She says crossing her legs and looking at me a wide smile on her face. "Mom I don't know, what if it doesn't work? What if well…. They don't fall for it. I'm not the most attractive person around..." I say looking at her. "Mel, you don't know the effect you can have when you want to leave an impression and trust me by tomorrow night all those boys will be begging to dance with you and remember you say no." She smiles. "Mom why do all the other moms have such a big contest of this stupid dance." I say crossing my arms. "I don't know its been going on for generations even when I was young." She smiles, "I still remember every year I won." She laughs, "But then again every year they drew the same boy and he was my boyfriend." I roll my eyes, "Are you telling me you and dad have been together forever." She looks at me shocked and nods, "Of course do you really think my mother would have let me sleep around." I shake my head and look at the ground. "Mom who is it this year?" She shrugs, "We don't know until he dance starts all the moms say hello then we pull out the name… well the fathers name." I nod, "So what is that dude has two sons?" My mom laughs, "No one here has two sons." I laugh, "Right." "Well it's getting late." My mother says motioning towards the clock, "Almost midnight." My eyes widen, "Wow, mom I didn't think we were talking for that long." She nods getting up and kissing my forehead, "Good night." I smile, "Night mom." I rise walking up the stairs as she locks the front door. I pause, "Mom." "Yes." She says looking up the stairs. "Nothing. Love you." I smile and she nods. Closing my bedroom door I sigh before stripping and having a quick shower, slipping on a simple mint green nightgown. I brush my hair out and braid it into two simple braids before pulling the covers of my bed back and going to shut the lights off. I jump into bed and quickly fall asleep.

I slowly open my eyes and yawn, "Someone slept good." I jump up and see my mom hanging dresses up on large hangers around my light mint blue room. "Mom…. What are you doing?' I mumble looking at her. She smiles, "We have to start early." I roll my eyes before pulling the covers off and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Mom… start early with what?" She laughs, "Getting ready for the dance darling." "Mom at-" I glace at my clock, "At 10 in the morning?" She laughs, "Yes, now go and have a shower." I roll my eyes getting up and walking slowly maneuvering between the hangers, they were full of dresses pink, green, even some with feathers and small jewels. I ran my hand over the dresses as I made my way to the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind me. I strip from my dress quickly and take my hair out of its braids before jumping into the shower. The water wakes me up with a burst of cold I fiddle with the temperature until its just right and quickly washed my hair and body. Stepping out of the shower I wrapped a large white cotton towel around myself and stepped into my room. My mom turns and looks at me, "Mel, come sit." I slightly roll my eyes and walk over and take a seat on the stool by my desk, the white fur tickles my legs where the towel ended, the towel slightly rolled up and I pulled it down past my thighs. "Mel… " I turned my mom sighed and pulled out a large pink bag from beside one of the hangers, she placed it beside me and opened it. I looked wide-eyed as she set out makeup, hair products, and accessories. "Mom." I looked at her, "What really is your job?" She laughed, "I am a artist, but on the side I am a match maker." I nod glancing through the products. "So you have a team?" She nods placing bottles with vibrant colors here and there. "Are they here?" She shakes her head, "No they stay in the Capitol." I nod making my lips pop and roll my thumbs together. "So lets get started." She smiles drying my hair with a towel she has laid out on my bed. I close my eyes and feel her familiar hands run through my hair undoing tangles and knots, while brushing it through with her hands. She pulls it up into rollers and stands back. "Okay, lets eat and then do the rest." I open my eyes and glance at the clock, "Wow mom its already noon." I yawn, she brings over a plate of mixed fruits and I quickly eat everything.

"I don't like that one." I say making a face at the dark blue one shoulder dress. She rolls her eyes and pulls out another, this one not as bad, its red, a halter dress I'm guessing it goes mid knee, the corset of the dress to the bottom is ruffled with pretty red stones. I shake my head, "Nope." I pull at the strapless nude color bra and sit straighter; my head hurts from the rollers. I look around and my eye catches something I rise and walk over moving other dresses away one by one, red, blue, white, black until my hand catches the one that caught my eye, its short defiantly short but the front of the dress was set with tribal floral like designs of diamonds the neckline was simple and lovely I remember looking through my moms magazines and seeing necklines like these a sweetheart neckline if I remember right. It was thee color of peaches but a mix of pink roses. I smiled at the silk like texture the second layer of the dress was like a tutu, I turned, "This one." My mom clapped her hands together and nodded, "I thought you would like that one." I smile taking it off he hanger and stepping forward, my mom helped me slip it on and she zipped it up, she turned me away so I couldn't look in the mirror, she gently pushed me down onto the fur stool and took the curlers out one by one . . .

"Okay, done." My mom giggled stepping back and admiring her work, I opened my eyes and stood up, I had been sitting on the stool for what seemed like forever, I turned and looked into the mirror my hair was half up spirals of curls forming around my face, small diamond like sparkles hung in my hair, holding pieces together. I smiled touching a curl and looking more at my reflection. My eyes were a smoky pink and my lips a rose color, my cheeks had a light pink blush on my ears were two perfect studs both sparkled with the light. "Mom." I looked at her breathless, "Thank you." She laughed; she had changed into a simple white halter dress, which skimmed the ground. Her hair was balled up on top of her hair with small twirls of hair around her face. I glanced again into the mirror and noticed that the makeup covers my scratches from Lisa and Louise leaving my skin flawless, a hint of vanilla perfume rises and I take a deep breath before slipping my feet into the white sparkly 2-inch heels, which make me a perfect 5'8. I slip my arms through my moms as we leave my room and go downstairs silently leaving the house and making our way to the black car, which waits for us.

The car turned a corner which led us out to the Lost-wood forest where the dance was held every year in the meadow by the forest, as we neared music could be heard and flashing lights seen. The car pulled to a stop at a beautiful white arch with twinkling lights. "Wow…." I stepped out onto the stoned walkway and waited for my mother who was behind me, we made our way up the walkway, which was also covered, in small lights. "They sure went over the top." My mom sighed as we entered the dance; people were on the dance floor the music was loud, lights flashing. The kids were having fun before the moms drew the name and the classical band would come out. "Okay, so I guess all the moms are here." My mom said patting my shoulder and walking towards the group of women talking silently together, one had a large black hat in her hand, which was full of small white pieces of folded paper. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the food stand a large bowl of pink punch had small little floating lights in it. I raised an eyebrow before grabbing a cup and pouring some in making sure none of the lights got in. "Hey." I turned and looked into the eyes of Louise. "Hey?" I said smiling slightly and taking of sip of my drink, which was very sweet. "You're looking…." He looked me over, "Girly." I laughed, "I am a girl." He shook his head and grabbed his own glass of punch before standing next to me. "So." I said looking at him, "Why exactly are you talking to me? You hate me… remember?" He laughed, "I don't hate you, I disliked you." I rolled my eyes and skimmed the crowd, in the corner was the mom discussing over something the hat still balanced in the ladies hands, in the other was a group of older men my guess the fathers. I turned back and glanced Louise over he was wearing a black suit with a rather pretty mint green tie. His brown hair was brushed to the side, "Your mom must take this dance pretty seriously." I said, he looked down at me slightly and rolled his eyes, "You have no fucking idea… I just pray its not my dads name and I'm good." I laugh, "I bet." He smiles slightly, looks up, nods his head and walks away. I raise an eyebrow and shrug before turning my glace to where he look and they're in front of me stands Cato. I look up into his blue eyes he wears a black tuxedo with a dark grey tie his blonde hair in its normal spiked way. "Hello." I smile sweetly before glaring at him. He smirks, "Hello, Melissa, your looking rather lovely this evening." He moves to the side and grabs a glass of punch. "Mel!" My mom cried walking rather quickly over to me, I look and see some of the mothers cursing under their breaths some walk by and whisper to each other, "My daughter will never have a chance." "What?" I hiss as my mom pulls me away from Cato, "Its Marcuse Lightwoods son." She says holding my shoulders. My eyes widen, "Who?" My mom slightly tightens her grip before glancing over my shoulder and glaring at me, "Your make out friend." I gasp and turn around Cato is beside his mom who is telling him something he laughs and walks off. "Mom…." I groan. "I know." She sighs before patting my shoulder, "Win." I glare at her as she walks off and the lights go dimmer the music stops and the band takes its place, many kids leave there spots on the dance floor and take seats at the tables which are off to one side. I roll my eyes before finishing my punch and placing it down onto a tray of other used glasses. I take a deep breath and glance at Cato from the side of my eye; he is standing with his friends Louis, Martin, Andrew and Bruce. I move a curl away from my eyes and stand by a brightly lite pillar by the side of the dance floor; couples twirl around dresses swirly some giggling. The violinist plays a sweet melody and I hum along keeping one eye on Cato as one brave girl makes her way to him and he raises an eyebrow before Bruce takes her away to the dance floor. I laugh slightly and I see Cato's eyes on me, I look at him and raise an eyebrow he crosses his arms and says something to Andrew, Martin and Louis who nod and split apart before grouping themselves in other groups of boys. I look to my side and see one make his way to me, Cato slightly raises an eyebrow and I see a hint of jealousy I smile sweetly as he makes his way over. "Hey Mel." He says nodding his head, "Would you like to dance?" I glance over at Cato who seems to be slightly angry. I smirk, "I-" Louis places a hand on his shoulder before I can answer he leans closer to his ear and whispers something, the boys eyes widen and he leaves. My mouth drops and I glare across the room at Cato who smirks. I cross my arms and glare at him, "Mel…" Louis says moving a curl behind my ear; I turn and look into his brown eyes. "What?" I hiss, "Let the games begin." He winks and walks away. I raise an eyebrow and once again glare at Cato, who seems to be now enjoying himself again. I cross my arms and glance around the room a couple of guys look at me and quickly glance away. Had Cato gotten his friends to threaten them? What had he made them say? I raise my chin and glance at the one boy who had walked over to me he looks me over before blushing. I smile and fluff my dress up and glance at Cato who once again is turning another girl down for a dance and this time Andrew takes her tot eh dance floor I look around and notice Louis and Lisa talking she looks gorgeous her hair pulled back into a polished bun, her simple black dress has small sparkles everywhere, she wear rather interesting red heels, her lips are as red as a rose. She looks over at me and her eyes widen before she glances away. I smirk before crossing the floor over to the boy; he has slightly wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. "Hello." I smile, he glances up and his friends back away. He looks at me and back down at the floor, "When you asked me to dance. I was-" He interrupts me, "I changed my mind." I laugh, "What?" He looks at me and then over my shoulder, "I don't want to dance." I take a deep breath and exhale slowly and take a step closer, "What did they tell you?" I whisper into his ear. He stiffens and looks at me, "I can't… dance with you." 'They threatened them!' I bite my lip and shake my head before turning on my heels and walking towards Cato who again is laughing. I stop in front of him and he looks at me, "Why?" I say angrily crossing my arms. "Why what?" He smirks. I laugh, "Come on don't play that game with me." He crosses his arms and leans closer, "Vanilla, my favorite." I clench my fists together and drop my arms, "If I can't dance with them, then who?" He looks at me his eyes blazing, "I don't know?" I roll my eyes, "Don't!" He laughs a couple of girls looking over and then it hits me, "The boys have a contest too? Don't they?" Cato raises an eyebrow and looks at me, "What makes you say that?" I smile, "Your childish behavior of course." He stiffens and glares at me, "The guys don't have a contest only the moms, come on Mel." I roll my eyes and then remember back to when I punched Lisa. "This is about what I said isn't it." He smirks, "And if it is?" I feel the urge to punch him, "That's childish!" He glares at me, "You're the fucking childish one." He hisses. "Dance with me!" I blurt out and he raises his eyebrows and chuckles. "What if I say no?" I laugh, "I know you wont." He shrugs before I grab his arm and the music stops before an extremely slow song starts. I glare at him as the music begins and his hands lay on my waist and I lightly place my hands on his shoulders. I let my breath out and I glance up at him, he looks down and smirks. "This was your plan, wasn't it?" I whisper he says nothing only pulls me closer I stumble slightly and grip tighter. He takes a deep breath as the song slowly begins. "I never said you weren't good enough Mel." He says into my ear I nod and take a deep breath, "Then why did you do what you did?" He sighs, "I don't know… I was confused… all these mixed feelings you know." I laugh, "Don't." He smirks before pulling away and making me twirl I spin and quickly lay my hands on his shoulders again. I hear a couple of mother sigh and I roll my eyes slightly biting my lip. "Cato… I don't want to be that good makeout session… okay." He laughs, "You would never be just a good makeout session… trust me." I smile and look up into his blue eyes. I felt an urge to kiss him but held back, everyone had their eyes on us. "Mel." I look up at Cato and smile, "What?" "If… wanted would you want those makeout sessions to lead to become something more?" He says raising an eyebrow I laugh and nod, "Yes I think it already led to more." I place my hands on his cheeks and pull him closer letting our lips touch just as the song ends. I pull back and he looks at me shocked, "I really didn't think you had the guts to do that." I laugh, "I won." He laughs as I turn and walk away girls glare at me some with a shocked expression others with pure horror. "Wow." I look and see my mom in front of me. I smile, "I won." She nods, "You kissed him... that wasn't in the plan." I laugh before glancing over my shoulder as Cato walked back to his friends, "So?"

Holy shiz! I couldn't stop writing…. Lolz, okay so what has this kiss led to OMG! Well see ;]

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