Fighters From District 2

Chapter 2

I wake up from a dream that I wasn't scarred of. Because Cato was Here. I look around the room. This isn't the room I went to sleep in. It's darker, there are doors, And I'm in a bed. I turn over to see a scared face. I'm in Cato's room. It's not like it's a big shock. I have slept with him before. In the capitol and whenever I have nightmares, I come to him. When he comes to mine. My father makes him sleep on the floor Of my room. Which isn't so bad. I'm asking for the sofa to be moved up here. So he doesn't have to sleep on the floor. Cato's face still brings back bad memories. But then I look to his eyes and it fills me with a sense of security. But the Scars from the mutts. Luckily they are only small one on his upper forehead and another on his neck. He has scabs. They will fade. Scars will stay forever. He opens his big Blue eyes and looks right into mine

"Morning, Sleep well?" He says in a husky morning voice.

"No nightmares. Thank you" I tell him. He lifts an arm out of the duvet and wraps it around my side.

"What happened last night?"

"You fell asleep after I did and you looked cold so I carried you upstairs and my parents said that you could stay in with me because they heard you come In" he says. I don't remember any of that. Well I was asleep.

"Thank you" I tell him. With the one arm that is out of the duvet. He tucks my fringe behind my ear and smiles. I'm not sure about our 'status' I mean. After the Games. He never said anything. Because we were Broken up. But I guess he's mine as much as I'm his. I smile back at him.

"We better get up. We have the Victory tour today" he says. He gets up and opens the curtains. I look to him stretching in front of the window. There is a mutt scratch on his back. It's small but not that small. He turns around and smiles

"I'll get a shower and get some breakfast. I'll make you some too?" He says

"Thanks. Should I tell my parents that I'm here" I ask.

"No it's fine. I think they know that you come here when you have nightmares. You do almost every night" he says laughing. I laugh too. It's funny, I don't know how. He walks out the room and I get up and go in the on-suite bathroom and shower. I change into some clothes that I left here. His mother has cleaned them. Considering they thought Cato should have killed me, they are really nice too me. I think it's just the fact that he didn't try his best or hard enough. I don't know. Best not try and get into their heads. I pull my top over my head and pull my trousers on. And walk down stairs. Cato is cooking a 'fancy' breakfast. I'd just be fine with toast to be honest.

"I made you some egg and Bacon" he says. I sit down at the table and pull my sleeves overs my knuckles and chew on the ends of them.

"Thank you. What do you think the districts are going to be like?" I ask him. He stands stirring the eggs around the pan

"Like ours. Maybe smaller, poorer"

"No. The reactions. Enobaria said that people shout hate if you killed their child. That's what happened when she was a new victor" I say. He places the food down in front of me. It smells so nice. Taking in that we barely even got food. He can cook.

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm always there to hold your hand if you need it. I won't let anyone hurt you again okay?" Cato says. He looks to me from across the table. Our eyes meet. He seems so worried

"Okay" we smile across the table and sit in silence as we Finish our food. I really hope he means it

"Cato. What's our situation? Relationship or just friends" I ask. It is now bother me

"Clove. I always let my friends knock on my door in the middle of the night. And I always sleep with my friends. What do you think dummy." He says laughing. I smile "i knew there was something odd about you" we smile and laugh. He draws in closer to me and smiles placing his hands on my hips. We move our heads in closer to one another's. We haven't kissed since the capitol. I forgot how it felt.