DYSTOPIA

0.09

Cato Hadley absentmindedly stared at the tray of food before him, not paying any mind, to what his best friend had to say. "Cato?" Lysander asked for the fourth time, slowly waving his hand in front of his friend's face. That's when Cato snapped out of his train of thought, bitterly eyeing his friend through the corner of his eye. "So what did you do to stop them?" He asked hurriedly, taking a bite of his mashed potatoes. Lysander had very obviously been void of any entertainment since his arrival in District 13, and as a result, became overjoyed each time Cato brought him drama-riddled stories.
The latest edition to these stories, had been about what he'd witnessed the night before: Lysander was merely too entertained and invested, to realise that what his best friend had witnessed, had actually taken a toll on him. "Well?" He asked, barely thirty seconds later. "This is too juicy to leave me hanging." He added, a rather large breaking out on his face.

"I didn't stop them." Cato said with a huff, angrily sticking his plastic fork in his mashed potatoes. Only then did it become obvious to Lysander that Cato was angrier than he first let on, not only was it shocking for him, but it was slightly uncomfortable. Cato never often got angry, instead of getting angry, he'd often treat the situations as one large joke often causing him to make facetious comments and behave childishly. However, as of recent, Cato had a few arguably valid reasons to get angry; Years of hard work had been wasted, he'd been kidnapped and held against his own will, forced into the rebellion ranks, and more importantly—

I witnessed my District partner fuck the enemy...

Well, not quite.

She might as well have ridden him on that damned floor.

Who knows... she may have.

"Shut up." He hissed angrily, garnering him a few looks of confusion, specifically from Lysander. "Not you." He corrected quickly, "What was your question?" He asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Why the hell didn't you stop them?" Lysander asked again, with a dramatic look of shock and confusion.

"I have no right." Cato argued back defensively, "It's not like she's my..." He began trailing off.

"Girlfriend?" Lysander asked, with a cocked eyebrow. "You know, you can say it Cato," He mocked, "It's not a bad word."

"Oh, fuck off."

"That, however, is." He said with another condescending chuckle "I can't lie, part of me thought you would try keep Clove around for a little longer, considering you loved having sex with her."

"Well," Cato said with a frustrated pause, "clearly she got a better offer." He murmured, "And love is a strong word."

"What did you do after they closed the door?" Lysander asked, unwilling to switch the subject still.

"Went and got my dick sucked." Cato replied, yet again, angrily sticking his fork in his mash. Cato jumped slightly, as his friends rather loud and bellowing laugh, rang in the air. Cato shot him a look of confusion, and frankly one of annoyance.

Lysander's features went from ones of amusement, to one of shock, "You're not joking?" He whisper-shouted, looking around before he spoke again. "By who?" He asked, as Cato motioned towards a figure who was allegedly behind himself. Lysander turned just in time, to find Glimmer seating herself at their table along with a tall, scrawny boy who was unrecognisable to Lysander.

"Oh, hi Glimmer." Lysander said with a forced smile, as she instantly turned to smile at Cato, who still  hadn't given her time of day. "Anyways," He mumbled, in an attempt to diffuse the tension. "I don't think we've met, I'm Lysander, Cato's friend from District 2." He continued, outstretching his hand to the boy, who graciously accepted his gesture.