SIREN #cato hadley

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Finnick kept warning Y/N about things. Don't get too close to Cato. Don't make friends. And don't die. Y/N almost scoffed at that last one. How inspiring.

Y/N was no longer wearing her parade gown. Instead, she wore a simple pair of baggy pants and a loose singlet.

She shoved her hands into her pockets, staring at the bright lights flickering across the Capitol with an odd fascination.

The cold breeze blew up against her bare arms, causing her to shiver slightly.

"If you're thinking of jumping, don't try it." Cato strode out of the elevator, wearing similar casual attire to Y/N.

"I wasn't thinking of jumping, but now that you've mentioned it, it's tempting." Y/N was joking. She trained every day for years just to be here. She was determined to win.

"You better not," Cato grumbled. It almost sounded like a threat. "You might the only one who stands a chance against us." Of course, as usual, he excluded District Four from the Career Pack.

Y/N laughed, turning around so she could finally see him. "Nice parade outfit, by the way." She changed the subject.

"I would've preferred having my goddess by my side." Cato leaned forward, his face inches away from Y/N's.

She always scoffed. "Oh, so I'm your goddess now?" Another inch was gone as Y/N stepped forward.

"What else would you be?" Cato could almost feel Y/N's lips on his. He leaned forward to close the tiny gap, but Y/N's hand stopped him.

"I don't belong to anyone." She grinned, enjoying the annoyance that flashed across Cato's face. "What? Did you think I'd let you kiss me after we just met? Hold your horses, lover boy. I may be a flirt but I still have self-respect."

Cato hummed lowly, running his hands down Y/N's waist. "You seemed pretty eager, though." He whispered.

Y/N only laughed and pushed Cato aside. She smiled over her shoulders, "Good night, Cato."

"You know, I think I preferred lover boy."

Y/N only shrugged and caught the next elevator down, leaving Cato to tend to his own thoughts. With a heaved sigh, he returned back to his room. Clove was watching a replay of the tribute parade, eyes solely trained on herself.

"Where'd you go?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side, "You disappeared right after the parade."

"I went up to the rooftop for some fresh air."

"With the District Four girl?" When Cato didn't reply, Clove narrowed her eyes. "First, you tell me to keep an eye on her. Then you don't hesitate to talk to her once the parade is finished. And you both disappear shortly after."

"So what? She could've gone to the bathroom."

"You're avoiding the question, Cato. You can kiss her all you like, but don't fall in too deep. That's all I'm saying." Clove turned back to the large TV while Cato ran a hand through his blond hair.

"I don't like her." He grumbled, almost trying to convince himself.

"You won't be able to help it, Cato. She's the kind of girl everybody loves. Whether you want it or not, you'll end up liking her."