SIREN #cato hadley

07

Glimmer scored a nine. Marvel scored the same. Clove got a ten, and Cato received a ten as well. Lio was given an eight, which wasn't too bad.

Y/N sat with her legs crossed, blankly staring at the screen. She sat isolated from Mion, Lio, and Finnick, lips pressed together tightly.

"Y/N L/N, District Four," Caesar announced, smiling. He looked down at the sheet of paper, seemingly shocked. "With a score of... twelve! Well done!"

Y/N stood up, satisfied with her score. She quickly retired to her room, slamming the door behind her. The short moment of joy suddenly faded, and Y/N stood in the middle of her room, not knowing what else to do.

There was a knock on her window, and Y/N turned her head to see a familiar head of blond hair. She opened the window, raising an eyebrow when Cato popped up.

"How on earth did you get up here?"

"There are stairs. Now, move. I got caught in the rain, and I'm cold."

Y/N silently stepped aside, staring at him as he climbed through her window. His hair was damp, and beads of water dripped down the nape of his neck.

"I'll get you a towel," Y/N muttered. She grabbed a random towel from a stack and threw it at Cato, hitting him in the face.

"Ow," Cato mumbled despite it not hurting.

Y/N rolled her eyes in response. "Oh, get over it, you big baby." She elbowed Cato, causing him to grunt.

"Jeez. That actually hurt." He groaned, quickly recovering from the tiny blow.

"Too bad." Y/N sat down on her bed with a small groan, stretching her legs.

"Interviews are tomorrow." Cato muttered, drying his hair and face. "You nervous?"

"Didn't I already tell you? I don't get nervous." Y/N looked up at Cato with a slight smirk. "I can't wait to wear another pretty dress."

"And I can't wait to see you in it." Cato held out his hand, grinning. Y/N grabbed it and was instantly pulled up. Cato spun Y/N around, causing her to laugh.

"I can't wait to pick Lio off." She sadistically smiled, happily humming to herself. "I'll make him pay for what he's said."

"And you'll look amazing while doing it."

"You know it."

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Y/N hissed in pain as one of her prep team members plucked an eyebrow hair. She sighed, wondering when this would be over. Her team was taking longer than usual, trying to perfect every tiny detail.

"She's all yours, Crystal."

Crystal. So that was her stylist's name.

Crystal shyly smiled at Y/N, slightly bowing her head. "How are you feeling?" She asked, "Not too stressed, I hope."

"I don't get stressed, but thank you for asking."

Crystal quietly hummed as she rummaged through a closet, pulling out a long, deep blue dress. It was less fancy than Y/N's parade dress but still pretty.