"I'll see you tomorrow night too, right?" Cato asks.
I turn back to face the bed he's laying in. I pull my pants back on before responding.
"Yeah, I'll come here after training."
"Great, I had fun." Cato smirks and rests his hands behind his neck. He stares at me with a too proud smile on his face.
I walk back over to the bed and stand over him, I lean in and plant one more kiss on his lips before leaving.
Cato and I recently became friends with benefits. We both have been flirting constantly and we finally couldn't take it anymore so we acted on the sexual tension. We both weren't looking for a relationship so it was a mutually beneficial transaction. Now, we look at each other with smirks at training, knowing each other all too well.
The aching feeling in my chest only confirms me fears. I'm growing attached to Cato and I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. We always agreed to stay friends. We also go into the games in a few weeks. Cato and I are easily the best and will be volunteering together for the 74th Hunger Games.
The next day passes quickly. The reaping is only in two days now. Cato and I have been selected as those who will volunteer to represent our district and bring them honor. We throw a small celebration in our district for having such strong tributes. In all honesty, if my father hadn't won 28 years ago I wouldn't have ever been involved. Now it will be a family legacy.
"Wow. I was kind of hoping one of us wouldn't make it." Cato's voice over my should makes me jump.
"And why's that?" I ask, turning around to face him.
"You and I both can't make it out of there." He pauses to look down at his feet. He looks beyond frustrated and angry even, "You and I don't get a happy ending."
His words stop my heart for a second. Obviously he's right but I never thought that he would be worried about our lack of a happy ending.
"Most likely. Why does that bother you so much?" I cross my arms over my chest.
"Because-" He stops himself trying to come up with the words. "I don't want this to end."
"Yes, Cato. I know the sex is really good but-"
"That's not what I'm talking about" He interrupts me. "I want more. I don't want to be some guy you screwed. I want to be your only guy. I want to be able to call you mine and be able to do things."
"Things? Like what?"
"I want to learn everything about you."
Wow. Good answer.
"This really is poor timing." I smile humorlessly.
"You could say that again."
"I'm in." I let a huge smile breakout on my face, "I want the exact same thing. I don't care that we have little time. I want to give us a shot."
He reaches forward and takes my hand in his. I can feel the goosebumps raise all over my flesh. He smirks and pulls me in closer to him so were chest to chest.
"(Y/n), my girlfriend." He says proudly.
"Cato, my boyfriend." I mimic.
Cato leans down and meets my lips with his. As cheesy as it sounds, it feels different. I can almost feel the emotion pouring into me. I want to give this kiss me all, it very well could be our last. None of the world around us matters other than this.
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#1 in Peeta. #1 in Katniss. Just a collection of Hunger Games Series Imagines They include -Peeta -Finnick -Gale -Cato -Katniss I take requests, message me Btw the chapters get better as they go:)