Today at the training center, everyone was looking tense with the games so close.

Cato was your district 2 partner. And though you two never talked, he seemed adamant on keeping you close.

You wanted to do spearing? Not without Cato. You wanted to rest? Not if cato didn't. A district 4 wanted to talk to you? For fucks sake.

Cato was only a yard away, spearing a dummy. But his gaze was on you and the district 4. hating how physically close they were getting to you.