Cato smirks and says seductively, "So... why don't I show you something?"
I blink. "No, I don't need help on the knots!"
"That's not what I meant."
Then, I figure our what he means, and it makes me furious. I can feel the rage shooting through me. Does he think I'm that low? Does he think I have so little self-respect?!
My mother always used to say that I don't have much control over my actions or brain when I'm angry. I never thought that she was right. Until now.
WIthout realising it, before I can even comprehend what I'm doing, my hand is shooting forwards. And I don't see my own hand until it's connecting with the side of his face. Not in a slap. In a full-blown, right hook. I blink. Oh shit. I just punched Cato, the tribute from 2. Great, someone prepare my funeral.
He smiles and says, "You punch like a girl."
And that really does it. before I register any more of my own body movement, my knee is going up. It collides hard with his... sensitive area. I see his face twist in pain, but I'm to pissed off to even care. To his credit, he doesn't collapse like most guys normally do. I glare and kick him hard in the shin for good measure. "Fuck off, and leave me alone, 2!" I snap as I storm away to the camoflauge station, where I see Peeta slowly painting his hand into a tree.
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"So.. why does Cato look like someone just kicked him in his sensitive area?" Peeta asked, greeting me with a smile.
"Because I just did," I respond bluntly. I mean, how else do you explain that you just kneed a guy in the balls?
Peeta laughs, and says, "Haha, very funny. So, what did you actually do to him?"
Wait Peeta doesn't believe me? "I just kneed a guy in the balls," I repeat slowly as if speaking to a little kid. Peeta's eyes widen.
"But we're not supposed to fight with the other tribtues!" He exclaims, looking worried.
I roll my eyes. Typical Peeta statement, worry about the rules. "It's alright, nobody saw it, and he can't tell anyone without looking weak, like he can't handle his own rivalries," I explain to Peeta. But deep inside, I'm slightly worried. What if someone did see it? I can only hope now.
For awhile, I watch Peeta slowly work on painting his hand to mirror tree bark. It's really cool. Yet, I can't help but think that if Marvel (or Clove) ever decides to use a tree as target practice, Peeta had better watch out. I'm not too worried about Glimmer using a tree as practice for her shooting, but then again, there is the chance that she's aiming ofr a bird, misses, and hits the tree. With Peeta on it.
Suddenly, I feel the urge to laugh at the thought, which is troubling because Peeta is my district partner, not to mention my previous life-saver, and the thought of him getting hurt should make me very sad. Then, I notice everyone getting up to move towards one area of the room. Oh no. It's lunchtime. The time where all tributes need to be "social" and make "friends" or "allies". It's also the time where I, Katniss Everdeen, will make a total fool of myself because I don't know how to smile. Great.
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Against All Odds
FanfictionWhat if the games had happened differently? What if Katniss had caught the eye of not only Peeta, but another blonde boy as well? And what if, against all odds, she grows to like him? Who will be a pawn, just another piece in a sick twisted game, an...
