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Mystery Voice
by BreadBoy
This story is not connected to Fire Daisies or Panem High.
The songs in this story are not really sung or written by Katniss, but just let it go. She writes them in this story.
Katniss' POV
"You're good."
A deep voice made me jump. I turned around to face a familiar face.
A hated face.
"Cato," I said stiffly. He tossed a water bottle and I caught it easily.
"Hey, I'm just trying to be nice, Katniss."
"Trying." I quoted.
"So I heard that Mellark dumped you," Cato's smile dissolved.
Why was he being so nice?
I didn't say anything. I just looked at my scuffed shoes.
"He's a jerk." Cato added.
I didn't say anything.
"Not all guys are like that, you know," said Cato. I uttered a small smile.
"I guess."
"Then you're right. Him and his stupid brothers. I could beat them all up with a finger."
I don't know why I found this funny, but I laughed. I guess I was just so desperate to be happy with someone.
Someone else.
Cato gave me a smile in return. It was a soft smile. A friendly, warm, welcoming grin.
"As I said, you're good. I can't believe how you got all of those things in that small circle." Cato started to jerk the arrows out of the bulls-eye, which were lodged in pretty deep. I was shooting really hard.
He handed me the arrows and I put them in my quiver.
"Wanna talk about it?" Cato asked.
"About what?"
"About Mellark."
"I don't know. How about you talk and I listen?"
"Fine," Cato offered to hold my bow for me and we walked through the park. Cato was a nice guy. He came from a nice background. He was funny. He was handsome. He was sweet.
When I moved my fingers to intertwine his, nobody was complaining.
I didn't care.
Cato didn't care.
Peeta didn't care, either.
"Katniss, will you go on a date with me?"
"Sure," I replied without thinking. Cato gave me his signature smile squeezed my hand.
"Do you want to go see a movie or something?"
"Sure."
"I'll meet you there at around seven then."
"Sure. Bye."
"Bye."
I turned around to be face-to-face with Peeta Mellark.