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"What am I doing here? I could ask you the same question, " Cole replied, his lips forming into a smirk.
Cato glared and let out a huff of irritation. How did this little twerp know where he was going? And how the heck did he even get on the hovercraft? Cato took a couple steps towards the smirking boy. "Answer me, " he said, clenching his jaw.
Cole threw his hands up in a gesture of mock surrender before he sighed and spoke, "Alright, alright. I heard you and Leila talking a-"
"You were eavesdropping?" Cato demanded, raising an eyebrow.
"Will you let me finish?" Cole snapped before continuing, "As I was saying, I heard you and Leila talking...and I got kind of curious because you two do everything together. It's kind of weird, to be honest. Anyway, I followed you. You're not very good at being discrete, are you? Well, after you got to that clearing, I waiting until you and that man were both inside the hovercraft, and then I slipped inside also before it closed back up."
Cato growled in frustration. "Are you really that big of an idiot? Do you even know how much trouble you're going to cause me? And what the heck were you doing listening in on a private conversation? Huh? Answer me."
Cole rolled his blue eyes that flickered with amusement. "What can I say? Trouble is my middle name. And...that's none of your business."
Cato chuckled. "That's funny, because it was MY conversation you were listening in on." With that, he cast Cole a menacing look, daring the younger boy to keep the information from him again.
"I was just bored, alright? Shut up about it, " Cole scoffed, running a hand through his tousled dark hair.
Feeling a knot in his stomach of irritation, Cato crossed the room in two quick strides and was now glaring down at Cole, his own blue eyes boring into the other boy's. "I could have you killed, " he hissed. "So I suggest you watch what you say."
Cole's eyes flashed with fear, but the emotion was gone as quickly as it came, and replacing it came a look of sheer boredom. "Don't threaten me, Cato. We both know that whoever you're working for - that man from District Thirteen - doesn't really enjoy the idea of murder. And, that he's almost desperate for any help he can get."
"You're wrong - I don't have to get anyone's approval to kill you, " Cato snarled. He was beginning to feel all his anger towards President Snow aim towards the smirking bloke who stood before him.
"And how would that look, huh? You killing an innocent person out of nowhere? I don't think District Thirteen would trust you very much..." Cole laughed. "In fact, I don't even think they trust you much even now. They're just desperate. Sad, really."
Cato clenched and unclenched his fists. "Who do you think you are, " he spat, " to say something like that? You're just as bad as the Capitol people. You're cold, heartless, and-"
"Just like you, when you think about it, " Cole finished, smirking, before he pushed Cato out of his way and walked out of the room, down the hall, like he owned the place.
Cato kicked a small wooden chest in a corner of the room out of frustration before sitting down on the small, simple, neatly-made bed with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Something about Cole really made him tick.
Was it the lack of respect he had for Cato? That irritating smirk he always had plastered to his lips? The way he talked? No, it wasn't any of those things. Suddenly, it came to Cato. Cole was right. They were just alike. Or they were, rather, just alike.
Cato used to have that same arrogant, cold-hearted, superior personality. And to be honest, he still had that same personality sometimes. But it was mostly gone. He was changed. All because of a petite brunette who knew over a hundred different ways to kill someone with a knife.
Later that day after Cato had cooled down a bit, he finally decided to go back and talk to Plutarch Heavensbee, who was sitting down at a small circular table on a silver, modern-looking chair near the cockpit, talking to...Cole.
Cato immediately scowled. The older man did not even look one bit alarmed by the fact that unwelcome company had just decided to strut around the hovercraft like they owned the place.
As if the two at the table could sense Cato's presence, they turned their heads to face him, and Heavensbee smiled. "Oh, hello Cato, it's about time you've joined us."
Cato's scowl deepened. What was with this care-free mood? What happened to the strictly-business-you-don't-have-time-for-fun-and-games mood? Perhaps Cole had drugged the poor man. Of course, Cole wasn't that bad. He was just...annoying.
"Um, don't you understand that he's not supposed to be here?" Cato questioned, pulling up a chair and gesturing to Cole.
"You're exactly right. He isn't supposed to be here-" Heavensbee replied.
"So get rid of him!"
"-for another two months."
Cato's left eye twitched. "I'm sorry...what?"
Cole cast him a cheeky grin. "That's right, I'm part of this whole rebellion thing."
Almost shaking with anger and confusion, Cato pointed an accusing finger at the boy sitting across from him. "You acted like you didn't know what this whole operation was!"
"I'm a good actor, hey?" Cole replied, chuckling.
Cato leaned back in his chair and shook his head in disbelief. "Why? he demanded, "Why him? Of all people?"
"He's particularly good at scouting, and he's rather talented with mathematics, " Plutarch Heavensbee explained, looking from Cato to Cole.
"I don't care. I thought I was leading this rebellion!" Cato exclaimed, suddenly feeling very irritated to have to share his position as leader.
"Right now, it seems that you both are the best candidates for leadership. However, if you can't learn to get along, we will, unfortunately, have to execute you, " Heavensbee explained, folding his hands together.
Both Cato and Cole looked rather alarmed at this. "Executed?" Cole questioned. "Why?"
Heavensbee shook his head. "We can't risk any hitches...distractions, those sort of things, with the plan. And having the two people who are supposed to lead the plan, well, that isn't good. We can't just send you off, either - you would know too much. So both of you, I urge you to be more careful with your actions. Get along."
Well that escalated quickly, Cole thought, scoffing.
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A/N: Well. This is Chapter Four. I hope you like it. I know that it might have been a bit predictable as to who was in Cato's bunker in the beginning of this chapter, but I have some ideas that I'm working on, and it was absolutely necessary that the character who was in the room, was Cole. AND DON'T BE FREAKED OUT BY MY NEW COVER! Cato is not gay for Cole, or vice versa. This is not a boyxboy story. Okay? Okay. Haha. Again, thanks for reading, y'all are awesome! OH OH OH OH! AND GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!!!! REMEMBER I TOLD YOU ABOUT ZWAG AKA ZEBASTIAN? THE ONE FROM INSTAGRAM?! WELL, HE WAS CREEPING ON MY PROFILE. OH YEAH. THAT'S RIGHT. MY PROFILE. OUT OF ANYONE. ME. MY PROFILE. HEHEHEH. Sorry. I'm a fangirl.
