No Time To Die | A Hunger Games FanFiction

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The next day was unbearable. We were pampered, measured, and groomed to no extent. They were getting us ready for our interviews. But I couldn't look forward to that, because in doing so that would also mean looking forward to the games. And if I was being honest, I was terrified. But I couldn't let people know that.

A few days ago they announced our scores. Me and Cato both scored a 10. Brutus and Eno were ecstatic. Glimmer and Marvel got 9s. But that girl from 12, how in the world did she score an 11? I can't even think of what she might've done to get such a good score but Cato was fuming. He started yelling on about how he was gonna kill her. I've never seen him so determined for someone's downfall. And for some reason, I agreed with him. I wanted Katniss dead too.

Today I was in a fitting with Fabby. She was starting on the fabrics and I could already tell it was going to be beautiful. It was a mix of pinks and oranges, she said it would make my eyes pop. She was measuring my waist.

"You got a waist like a little humming bird, how do you have muscles?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, I guess I'm more focused on others things."

"That you are. Okay my love, I believe I am finished for today, I think Siri wants to talk with the two of you." She takes off the pinned fabrics off of me as I put my jacket back on. I walk out and put my hair in a ponytail. I make my way up the stairs.

When I open the door Brutus is already talking to Cato. Cato turns to look at me as I walk in.

"Ah Clove, I wanted to check in on you guys. I have a few questions about your training, and we can discuss some strategies."

"Ok." I sit down on the couch and so do Brutus and Cato. I fidget with my bracelet as Brutus starts talking.

"How's training going?"

"Pretty good, I mean it's just like school so it's not too different." Cato replies.

"Ah, and the other tributes?"

"Don't look like much of a problem."

I swear if someone doesn't kill Cato his ego will. But then again, it will happened one way or another, because I can't imagine a scenario where we would both survive.

"And Katniss Everdeen."

"So this is what this is about." I say.

"Yes well, I thought the two of you would be more intimidated with a score like that."

"I'm not too nervous, I mean I've seen her in the training room, she's a good archer but she doesn't have any other allies except for the useless boy from 12."

"Peeta?" I ask.

"Yeah, he's strong but come on, do you really think he would kill someone?"

"...no." I say.

"Well I'm glad the two of you aren't letting your concentration drift."

"Oh never sir." I say.

"Okay then, I'll see you two at the interviews!" He says, standing up and walking out.

Once he's gone Cato lets out a big breath. I furl my eyebrows as he relaxes into the couch.

"What's up with you?" I ask.

"Just keeping up a confident persona is tiring."

"Persona?"

"Yeah. Come on Clove, you've seen under my shell, I can't hide anything from you even if I tried. I can let myself be me around you, nothing forced."