A/N: I really wanted to do an unusual romance, so here we go! Don't worry, I won't quit Don't Forget Us. After this story, I have three more unusual romances up my sleeve!

Here's how this works: 2 reviews on this chapter and I continue. 5 reviews on this chapter and the people who will fall in love (which you will just have to guess who) will fall in love in Chapter 20 (I write long stories anyway, so don't worry about a short relationship). 10 reviews and they will in Chapter 16. 15 (doubt it!) and Chapter 14. 20 (even more doubt!) and they will fall in love in Chapter 10! So prove me wrong and get 20 reviews!

This chapter will be in Foxface's POV. I looked it up, and her real name is Mellissa. It is obvious she will fall in love because it says it in the summary, but whom with? Read to guess and review to get to that part faster! It will also start the morning before Training Day 1.

In this story, Foxface is 15, because the guy she falls in love with is too old for her if she is only 13. So I changed it. They still have an age difference, but it's not as bad.

Now. On to the story!:

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POV: Marissa Markison (Foxface)

I still can't believe I was reaped. I…I just can't. But my disbelief doesn't change the fact that I'm determined to win, if not, then make it to the final five, at least. After seeing everyone, I am dead-set on evading, not attacking, too. But my district partner, Zeke Long, whom is only 12, says he know he'll die in the bloodbath. I feel bad for him. He's so small and already determined to die, where here I am, planning how to get a slice of bread from the Girl on Fire without being noticed.

My escort, Ema Losjisey, wakes me up with a big grin on her lavender face. Today that is her color: lavender. Her long hair is lavender (I believe it to be a wig, but it looks fairly real at the same time), her face is lavender, and the rest of her skin is lavender. Her dress is tight and lavender, with dark purple roses in a flashy pattern all over the dress. Her tights are lavender. Her shoes are dark purple. She looks hideous.

"Wake-y, wake-y, dear-y!" she squeals. I flip over on my stomach and put the pillow over my ears. Into the sheets, I grin. "Marissa! Come on, dear! You didn't look too horrid last night! Come eat breakfast!"

I sit straight up and look at her across the room again. "'Too horrid'?"

"Was that not what you were upset about?" she asks, her voice squeakier than ever.

"I wasn't upset at all!" I get out of bed, my reaping clothes feeling warm in this freezing room.

"Well, dear, sorry," Ema whispers. She raises her voice to say, "The mentors, stylists, Zeke, and I are waiting on you!" Then she scurries out of my room and I change into the training clothes.

Once I am done, I decide to hold things off and brush my fiery-red hair. I go to my bathroom and look in the mirror. I brush my hair and look back in the mirror briefly. My auburn eyes, my fire hair, my pink from cold face; my whole face is tinted in red.

I leave the bathroom and head to the dining room where everyone waits. I sit next to my mentor, Sally Lora, and my stylist, Callon Markee. I tune out all of the Capitol people's chatting, and tune in to Sally, who is telling me about training, and I see Logan Alex, Zeke's mentor, is doing the same for him. Finally, after a long, excruciating pause from Sally's advice that is spent on the consistent, boring compliments and excitement over chariots, it is time to go to training.

Sally and Logan take us there, telling us who and who not to stay away from. When we get to the elevator, we're alone, and Zeke and I don't talk. Why should we? If he lives, I'll be stealing his supplies.

Once in the Training Center, I see we are a bit late, because people are already scattered around the large gym. The first person that catches my eye is a huge tribute from District Eleven, crossing his arms and shaking his head at the Careers. I smile. He is rejecting them.

I look at all the stations, and I don't go to a weapon station first. I don't need that yet. What I need, is to learn how to survive, and once I've mastered or spent a good enough time on them, I will take a break from survival skills and learn how to throw a knife.

The first thing I head to is the plant identification test. There is a trainer for it, and then for the test part, there is a large screen with buttons in front of it. I go to the trainer first, and absorb all the information from him. Then I head to the test part. I press the buttons fast, looking up for new portions or questions or challenges for it, and continue pressing until it is over, and I look over to the trainer who nods and says I got all right. I nod and walk away.

I go to the fire making station where a little girl sits, attempting a fire. The trainer explains to me the basics, and I pick up a rock and a piece of flint, trying to follow the little girl who isn't doing too well, but seems to be doing it better than I am. She looks up at me as I attempt what she is doing. "You're hair is the color of fire," she says, her voice sweet. "You would look pretty in the Girl on Fire's costume." I nod, this time in thanks. "Do you want me to show you how to do this? I think I almost have it."

Though she is very sweet and kind, I refuse, because any ally I take I'll kill, and I don't want to kill such a young tribute. She shows me anyway, though, and says, "I don't have to be your ally to help you."

We both end up making a sufficient fire within the next hour. The trainer praises us, and I go to snares, parting with the little girl whose name was never revealed.

At snares, I see I am already not alone. The boy from Twelve tries to make a snare, and it doesn't work well. I wonder why he isn't with his girl, the Girl on Fire as everyone calls her, because no one really remembers anyone's name. I am terrible with snares. Even this boy, who is doing extremely awful with them, is ten times better then me. He leaves after another failed snare and I watch him join his girl. I leave, too, and go to knives. I've spent a good amount of time on survival skills today.

I pick a serrated knife, with the handle the color of my hair. I throw, my aim not good, but not horrible, either. After throwing for a while, the Careers approach me. One girl puts her hand out, palm up. I look from her hand to her brown eyes and brown hair repeatedly. Eventually she catches on and realizes I don't understand. She sighs. "The knife!" she exclaims.

I look down at the knife in my hand and back to her. The boy next to her speaks up. His blond hair and black eyes can only be sorted into being a District One tribute. Most likely, you know.

"She wants your knife," he tells me, his voice oddly soft.

When I pause for a very long time, the boy I can only put to be District Two because of his odd outfit in Chariots – which also means the other boy was from District One – says, "Give her the knife. Now."

I step to the side and throw the knife at the target, and, fortunately and with great, great luck, I hit it right on target. Then I turn to the Careers and say, "Take it." The boy from One laughs as the boy from Two gets mad and approaches me violently.

"What was that…District…what? Five? What was that, District Five?" he asks.

"I gave you the knife," I say, and slip away from him with no trace. Her spins around to look for me, and I watch him from behind the knife target. The boy from One laughs again when he sees me, and so does the Career with blond hair and green eyes.

The boy from Two sees this and says, "Where is she, Glimmer?"

"I have no clue," says Glimmer, all too innocently.

"She's behind the knife targets," the other girl reveals.

The boy from Two starts towards me. Just in time, though, Glimmer orders, "Leave her, Cato. She isn't worth it now. Wait until the arena."

They laugh as they walk away, and I silently thank the unknown girl named Glimmer. Cato points back towards me when they are halfway across the gym, and tells the boy from One something. He (the boy from One) comes back over to me. He slips right pass me and retrieves the knife. As he is walking away, he says, "Marvel." Then he turns back to make sure I heard. I nod and he tells me, "I like what you did with Cato." He walks back and I stand there a second, purely shocked. Does he…like me?

I go back to training, not talking to anyone out of shock. A Career. Me. No, I must be mistaken! Careers are awful, awful, bloodthirsty tributes! One could never like me!

Of course, he doesn't Marissa. He wants to trick and kill you! I decide on this, but I'm still extremely shaky about it. I mean, was it nothing? Even if it wasn't, I'd never feed to it, because he is the possible one who likes me. So it doesn't matter. It is settled. No more.

When I reach the elevator, the Careers leave Marvel behind, and guess who the two people who are the last to get in an elevator, alone? Marvel and I.

"Hello," he says when we get in there. I lean over to the elevator buttons, and, stupidly, press 5 and then 1. Just a longer time with this guy now. Great.

"What was that?" I ask him.

"What? Talking to you?"

"Yes!" I answer. "There can be no…love in the Hunger Games!"

"Maybe I don't love you," he says. "Maybe I'm just not horrible like the others. Maybe I just don't want to kill. Maybe I just wanted a different ally."

"Oh" is all I can say.

"Yeah!" he says. "So…allies?"

"No. I'm not taking allies," I say.

"Come on…what's your name?" Marvel asks me.

"Marissa," I tell him.

"Come on, Marissa," he begs. "You know you want and need allies. Me."

I laugh at him. "Conceited much?"

"Hey, I'm a Career!" Somehow, I laugh, and so does he.

"Exactly," I say when the elevator door opens to my floor. I walk out and on to my floor.

"Allies?" he shouts.

I wave him off and hear him laugh behind me.

I don't bother stop for dinner. I just go straight to bed and think.

I still hate that boy.

A/N: I guess now it's obvious who will be the one she loves. Remember to review!