New Tricks [Cato]

I looked up and my eyes widened. He was like a giant. I could see his blue eyes smoldering annoyance and sparking with anger. It chills me to the bones and sends a shudder through my body. I could see it in his expression. It seemed to whisper to me, I'm going to kill you right now. And I'm going to enjoy it very much.
I just stared at him for a moment, trying to keep my intimidation off my face. He had blue eyes, kind of like me. I swept my hair behind my ear, clearing it away from my sight. But it just made his stocky body shape more vivid and frightening. Crap, Cleo. Run now. Run before this boy punches your face in.
He reached out a hand and I squinted my eyes and held my hands in front of my face, bracing for the pain. But instead when I opened them he was offering me a hand, smiling. I blinked and shook it cautiously.
"That hurt. You might need a hand in getting up ma'am."
I nodded, grabbing his hand. My palms screamed in agony, and I must of scraped them when I fell. I pulled myself up easily. This boy was like a tree. I looked at my hands, not seeing any blood. However, they were pretty scratched up. I craned my neck upwards, trying to look into his eyes.
"Sorry..." I say softly, staring at the ground. "I mean, um, thanks."

I shyly avoided looking up at him, still feeling a little tension. I could still tell he was mad it me. I dared to look up again. I squirmed under his unwavering glare that was hidden under a wide smile. I tried to smile back, but my nerves only let my mouth curve into a half grin.
"I need to make sure you're ok. What on earth happened? I was on my way to the academy when miss flying girl here hit me."
This time I actually smirk, amused. Though I would prefer miss skateboarder girl, though. But life's not flawless. And then it hit me. Now wait a minute. Just wait one minute. Was he actually worried about me? No, that couldn't be possible. I open my mouth to speak, and it was as dry as dust.
"Well, miss flying girl was trying to do a trick. But I got a little caught up in my victory and boom. I run into mister career boy." I say back, reaching over for my skateboard. I pick it up and hug it to my side, letting out a smile. I still didn't trust this boy. He seemed to have a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. But then again, all careers have it. But his craving seemed more intense. I shifted my weight to my toes, trying to get a little higher. This boy was so much taller than me.

"What kind of trick were you doing? It must of been a very good one if you celebrated like you did. Try not to make it seem like the accident was my fault. I was just casually walking by when you flew at me." Yes, casually walking. That explains the sweat.

He shook his head. I didn't really know what he was getting at. Did he not believe me? I always tell the truth. Well, almost always.
"I hope you don't mind, but I want to examine your arm. Make sure that you're ok and nothing is broken. I better watch out. The skateboard could kill me if I'm not careful enough." He took my arm and I wanted to pull it back. I wanted to say, "I do mind, actually." But he was being gentle with it. But the whole time he was applying pressure on it, I just gave him a what-the-fuck look on my face. After I while, though, I drew it protectively to my side.
"It doesn't seem broken, but then I'm not a healer or medic. I'm meant to snap necks and kill others, not heal." He smiled at me and I raised an eyebrow. I didn't let my fright show through, not this time. I knew he was trying to creep me out. Might as well give him the reaction he didn't want.
"Oh, what a reassuring thought. I'm being examined a killer. How delightful." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

I place my skateboard on the ground, putting my foot on it to stop it from rolling away. And so I could have a quick exit if I needed it.
"I'm being bred as a killer not someone who goes around giving hugs or attempting tricks that could break bones." He said. I crossed my arms over my chest, sighing in exasperation.
"Yes, I can see that. You're like, 6 feet tall and your packed with muscles. And for the last time, I didn't mean to smash into you." I say with crossly back. Can't he just get that through his head? I didn't mean to hit him.
"I know you must like this skateboarding and such, but why waste time here when you could be in the academy training? I see no other purpose in life except to devote my life for the honor of representing district one in the hunger games."
I frowned. So this is what careers thought. This is there point of view over the world. Go into the games and kill relentlessly. No, I would never want to do that.
"Of course you don't. As a career, that's just your overview. Train, kill, and enjoy it in the process. I can't believe they run that through your head. Turn you guys into people with stone hearts, not even caring about anybody else. To you, other tributes seem to not have a face, do they? They don't have any family to go back to, no home they can have. They don't have any feelings, anything at all. They're just animals. To you, they don't even have a name. I don't train because, unlike you, I'm not a career and was never raised to think that the Hunger Games were just sunshine and rainbows. Unlike you, I have feelings." I retort back sharply, not even caring if he took any offense to them.
"By the way my name is Phenom. You know the person you tried to kill. Lets see that trick of yours without the crashing hmmm?" He said, seeming somewhat agitated. Which was really fun to watch him be like it.
"The name's Cleo. So very nice to meet you. And I wasn't trying to kill you. You just can't get that out of your head? Should've known. You're too arrogant and full of yourself to even consider a new idea. Totally forgot." I mumble. I straightened up and put my hands on my hips. "And it's time for the career to be taught. Today's lesson is... Oh wait, what was it? Oh yes, that's right. It's something called manners." I say, waiting expectantly.

I say nothing as he replies back to me, holding my gaze confidently. As he spoke his last word, he gave me a cruel glare. The one that said: You're going to die right now. Bye bye, and don't be afraid to walk into the light! I raised an eyebrow and let a smug look form my face. The words came out strongly, as if I had the upper hand.
"Do it. Do it right now."
My lips curl into a smirk and I slowly step off of my skateboard. I stand on the balls of my feet, ready to dodge. Ready to run. Ready for anything her wanted to do with me.
"I dare you."