Hey there . (: Sooo... The reviews left me confused... I had alot of requests for Cato's POV, and then I had alot of requests from Cato, Katniss, and Peeta's. And then I decided that I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I'm doing all three. If that's not what you wanted, I'm EXTREMELY sorry. :P

I'm glad everybody liked the first chapter, it made me proud. :')

The inspiration for the chapter title is the song All I Wanted by Paramore. (I love them... (: )

Now, I have a question. Was anyone else upset that we didn't get to see Peeta shirtless in the movie? I know I was... /: But it CLEARLY states in the book that when Katniss finds him, she takes his shirt of and washes it. So... WHAT HAPPENED? That was like... The #1 thing I was looking forward to in the movie. /:

Well, I guess I should stop ranting about my crushed hopes and let you read the story... :P

Enjoy!

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Chapter 2: All I Wanted

Katniss POV

I have no idea what happened. He's from 2, it's impossible for us to be with each other, right?

But when he kissed me, I felt...Fireworks. It made me want to rip his clothes off right there in the training room.

Wow, Katniss, horny much? I think to myself.

And then he slept with me. He loves me. And I...Like him. The idea is new to me.

Whenever I'm around him, I feel like a little girl talking to her crush for the first time. I can't bring myself to be the confident, no-bullshit girl I usually am around other people when I'm with him. At first, I hated myself for it. I had Gale, I didn't need an asshole Career to distract me from him.

But he did.

And eventually, I was okay with that.

Does that make me a bad person?

I push the thought away and snuggle closer to his muscular, shirtless chest, thinking about the plan we had devised.

Cato was like the leader of the Careers, they would do just about anything he asked. As soon as we step foot in the arena, I was to run away from the Cornucopia and find a hiding place decently close to it, but still nowhere out in the open. Cato would gather all the nessecities we might need, and at nightfall, take the first watch. Instead of doing that, he would find me and we would get away from there as soon as possible.

He seemed pretty confident about it, so I didn't doubt him.

We only had four days until we entered the arena, so we spent as much time as possible with each other, hoping not to be caught. The roof, my room, the training room, and the cafeteria had become our favorite hang-out spots.

With thoughts of our secret encounters, I drift off to sleep, free of nightmares.

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I wake up and see two gorgeous eyes staring intently at me.

"Hey, Firegirl," the owner of the pretty eyes says to me, smiling.

I smile in return.

He stands up to use the bathroom, and I notice that he's...Naked.

"Cato!" I screech. "Put some clothes on!" I cover my eyes with the comforter.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't love everything you saw, 12," I can tell he's grinning, obviously feeling accomplished with making me uncomfortable.

I feel someone sit down next to me, and I slowly remove the covers from my face. He's smirking, now wearing his boxers. "Don't be such a pussy," he teases.

"Don't be such a douche," and with that, I walk to the bathroom and locked the door.

I take my nightgown off, as well as my underwear and bra, and step into the shower. I program it almost as hot as it can get, and set the soap to smell like flowers. I take my time, and start to relax while bathing myself until I hear the door open.

"Cato, I locked the door! How did you get in?"

"You know, they should really make the locks more complex. I would have come in earlier, but I had to pee, and I didn't know if you were okay with me coming in."

"Whatever, 2. Just hurry up and get out," I tell him. I hear the toilet flush, and suddenly the shower door opens.

"Cato Alexander! Get the fuck out of my shower! I'm naked!" I scream and unsuccessfully try to cover my naked body.

"Well duh. Don't have a hissy fit, I'm a teenage guy; I get horny. And I just wanted to see what you would look like all naked and wet and stuff. I'm not gonna like...rape you, 12." This doesn't reassure me. But as my curiosity gets the best of me, my eyes travel gradually lower and lower. I'm surprised, I didn't know they could be that...big.

And then all of a sudden, we're making out again.

How does this even happen? Is my self control really that weak?

All rational thought escapes my mind as his hands move to the most intimate place on my body, and his fingers slip inside of me. A loud and long moan involuntarily escapes my lips, and Cato looks proud of himself.

"Did you let that Gale guy touch you like this?" he asks huskily, as his fingers continue to move in and out of me, causing the most unusual pleasure to course through my body.

I feel like such a dirty person...

"N-noooooo," my answer accidently becomes another moan, as he starts to get faster.

"Good. I want to be able to be the first person to make you scream." And just like that, we were laying down in the shower, him on top of me, and us making out like maniacs.

"C-Cato..." I start, not wanting this to go any farther. "Stop."

He looks up at me, and I swear he isn't the same person. We're both soaked, and he stares down at me with an expression of pure lust. His lips move down to my neck, he kisses and bites in all the right places, and I know there will be a mark eventually. I don't know what else to do, so I try to push him away.

"Oh, come on 12, you know you love this," He states as he moves to get on top on me, and it doesn't take a genius to guess what he's planning on doing now.

"Cato! Stop! I don't want to do this..." I curse myself for sounding weak at the end of the sentence. If he doesn't stop now, I'm going to lose my virginity. In a shower, I think bitterly. And I know for a fact that I don't have the physical strength to stop him once he starts.

"Just shut the fuck up and take it like the slut you are!" he screams, but he freezes instantly.

I've been called plenty of names in my life, but never- never- a slut. I feel hurt, despite wanting to feel anger.

"Katniss... I am so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing, and I got carried away-" I get up and walk out of the shower before he can finish. I need to just sit and breathe for a minute or two.

I walk to the bed, trying to control my breathing. I sit down and put my head in between my knees.

"Katniss?" I hear from the other side of the room. I'm surprised that he actually used my name this time... When I don't respond, he sits down next to me.

"I love you, please forgive me." I sit up and he moves a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I twist myself around and kiss him like there's no tomorrow. "If you ever do that again," I say against his lips, "I will not hesitate to rip your dick off." He chuckles.

"You didn't say it back." He stops kissing me and looks at me expectantly.

"Say what?" I ask.

"You didn't say you loved me."

"Does that bother you?"

"Maybe."

"Well your punishment for almost raping me is dealing with it."

"So you don't love me?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you didn't not say it."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"The question is, what does it not mean." He's grinning like a psycho.

"Don't be a smart ass, 2."

"Whatever. So, the Games start in two days. You need to start training in hand-to-hand combat, just in case we get separated in the arena." Wow, have two days passed already?

"Okay. Explain what I should do if I get in a fight," I start as we begin putting our clothes on.

"Oh, I'm not gonna explain it. We're gonna try it."

How am I supposed to be ready to fight a Career in two days?

And then it hits me; I won't. If I don't have Cato, I'm dead.

"Cato?"

"Yeah?"

"We're not gonna get separated, right?" I ask nervously.

"Well I don't think so, but if we do I want you to be ready."

It happens in seconds; Peeta bursts through the door randomly, and digs a knife into Cato's shoulder. After the initial shock of the situation, I realize I have to help him, and I run over, adrenaline coursing through my veins at the sight of Cato's bloody body on my bed, and throw Peeta off of him.

"Help!" I scream. Two Avoxes rush in and lift Cato up, carrying him to wherever the hospital wing is. I'm about to follow them when Peacekeepers come in the door and carry a struggling Peeta away. I'm confused until I remember the rules. If you injur another tribute before the Games, you're punished. But I honestly don't care, the love of my life is bleeding to death somewhere in this stupid building, and I have to find him.

I run down the hall to Haymitch's door and walk in without knocking. He's sitting on the edge of the bed. "Haymitch! Where is the hospital?" I shout.

"Thirteenth floor. Why-" I run out of the run and to the elevator before he can finish his question.

Once I reach the thirteenth floor, I sprint to the front desk and ask for Cato Alexander, and run to room 17B when the lady tells me where he is. I swing open the door, and begin to wish I hadn't. But I have to stay strong, so I walk to the bedside despite the doctors' orders. He looks like a ghost. He's consious, although I don't understand how. One of the nurses tells me he's lost more blood than he can afford, and they are trying to keep him from falling asleep, because he might go into a coma.

"Cato..." I breathe. He looks at me, and I can tell he's trying not to appear weak, but it's kind of hard, given the circumstances.

"Hey, Firegirl," He flashes me a totally fake grin.

"Does it hurt?" How stupid am I? Does it hurt? Of course it does, dumbass!

"Oh, you know... I think I'm gonna die. No biggie."

And just then, he does. And two more times after that. The revival is one of the scariest things I have ever experienced in my entire life.

What if I lose him? What if I don't get to ever let him know that I actually love him?

These questions remain unanswered, but there's one thing I know for sure.

I will get to keep my man.

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~Alex