"The girl on fire they call her," Clove said. I really did not take her on I was too busy training. "Are you even listening to me? She is the real deal, she is our competition!" Clove continued. "We have to keep on our guard around..."
"Just shut up, we are stronger than her, we have the numbers, she doesn't stand a chance," I said finally giving in to her rambling. I knew Clove was feeling embarrassed and hurt. Ever since we reached this place she lost her cool and started saying things that made her sound like a weakling.
Suddenly a wonderful scent hit me. I looked up to see the girl, the girl who most likely will win this thing. She has this weird feeling around her, so strong minded yet gentile in nature. A beautiful girl that I could not take my eyes off... wait what am I saying, I am stupid. She was with that puppy looking baker… Peeta. He didn't seem like any real competition, just a guy with looks.
I continued to keep an eye on them just incase they gave out their weaknesses. Obviously they would not be one of the first few to go down. As they trained I could see they were smarter than I thought they were, especially Katniss, she did everything with a will to win. I guess she has something worth fighting for. I watched Peeta make his way over to the weapon training area only to get a laugh out of him. He missed the targets, even the closest one. Practically everything he did was pathetic. I saw Katniss make her way over to him, she whispered in his ear while looking straight at me, i could not help but smirk. I saw her hand move to help him and I got this strange urge to stab Peeta with my sword, I was jealous… no I could not have been, that is foolish. Apparently I was showing my emotions too much because Clove was looking at me out of concern.
Just then Peeta made his way over to the heavy looking weapons. To my amazement he picked up the heaviest looking thing there and threw it over his head to a distance I never thought possible. I could feel the shock of the others around me and I had a new respect for him. I was a little afraid the respect from me was slowly disappearing and onto him. I had to gain it back so I continued my training, knocking down all of my opponents.
When training finished we went to sleep advised by our coach. The next day was the day to show off our skills to get sponsors but I could not sleep no matter how comfortable that bed was. The little moments that I did get sleep, I had nightmares of Peeta. The moments I spent awake I was only thinking of Katniss. I could not understand myself. I was stronger than this and i had no time to be thinking of girls.
There was no sense lying down anymore so I got up and walked into the TV area. I saw Clove sitting by the window so I went to join her. "Hey, couldn't sleep?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Me neither."
We sat there looking at the city down below. Everyone were celebrating, celebrating and waiting to see us die and suffer.
"I'm scared Cato. I don't want to die, there is so much things that I never got to do, so much things I never got to say." Clove said with teary eyes. Even with my cruel nature I could not help but feel sorry for her, after all it is what most of the tributes are thinking. I was not one of them because my parents grew me up to be a cold blooded killer but even people like me still have a heart although no one thinks so.
We sat there in silence for a little, I rested my head on my knees still staring out the window. Clove stood to leave. "I'm gonna try to get some sleep," she said with a weak smile on her face.
"G'nite," I replied then turned to look back out the window. I realized she was not moving so i looked at her again, only to see her staring at me with the most troubled face I had ever seen. I gave her a look as to say whats wrong.
"Cato, I love you." she said with a sigh and she walked back to her room.