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Camera's flashed all around them. Loud shutters went off, lights flashed like lighting all over the two teens, but Peeta only barely registered any of it. His mind seemed to be preoccupied by other things; like the heat that flooded his cheeks and caused his face to feel like it was on fire, the way his heart raced in his chest thumping hard against his ribcage and of course the way Cato's lips felt against his own as the tribute gave him a deep kiss.

~FLASH BACK~

Training.

Peeta was not looking forward to it.

Effie was buzzing all over him that morning, chattering on about the interviews and how district 12 was finally the talk of the entire Capitol.

"You're all over the magazines and papers… Oh! And Caesar was on with Geraldine Splicer talking about your little late-night rendezvous with that boy from two." Effie let out a high-pitched giggle, "Oh it's so exciting. Isn't it exciting Katniss?"

Katniss looked up at Peeta just then eyes dark and calculating, "Are you sure about this?"

Peeta sighed and nodded his head, "It's a little too late to turn back now, so I don't think I have a choice."

Katniss just went back to eating her oats when Haymitch spoke from his spot at the head of the table as he flipped through the paper, "Better eat something kid. Training's in an hour. You're going to need your energy."

Peeta cast one more look at Katniss who just ignored him before he started plating his breakfast.

He managed to talk to her the night before about the whole confession thing. He told her that he planned on getting in with the careers and needed them to trust him, but he didn't tell her that he was doing it for her. Katniss wasn't pleased, but she said she wouldn't interfere.

"We might die in there, holding a grudge over something like this isn't worth the energy."

They went to bed, got up for breakfast and now they have training.

Peeta suppressed a groan.

He is not looking forward to training for one specific reason in particular.

Cato Hadley.

God, Peeta has no idea what he's supposed to do or even how he's supposed to act around Cato now. Cato agreed to play along with their little show last night, but exactly how is he supposed to play this out? They're from different districts and they barely know each other, how is he supposed to pretend like he's in love with the other teen?

What's worse was how he knew that thanks to the incident in the elevator the night before, which was broadcast all over Panem that morning, he knows that there are eyes everywhere watching his every move. The moment he steps out of the doors that lead to the penthouse, the show starts and Peeta wasn't sure what to do at all.

How do you pretend to be in love with someone you barely know when you've never really been in a relationship yourself? Peeta's only ever really loved Gale and he never really said much to the older teen in 12.

So how the fuck is he supposed to do this?

The blonde let out a sigh as he stared at the bacon, sausages, eggs and toast on his plate before forcing himself to at least take a bite of the toast since Haymitch is right about needing his energy for training. He wasn't really all that hungry though.

It was kind of ironic. Back home they were always careful with food so nothing was ever wasted and he only ever got what he absolutely needed, sometimes even less when his mother was feeling less generous.

But now he's in the capitol. Haymitch had to tell the Avox's to stop bringing in more food since the table was already filled with toast and pancakes, fruits, cereal and freshly squeezed juice, sausages, bacon, eggs and muffin's. Peeta couldn't imagine the four of them being able to finish it all and briefly he wondered what they would do with the food that wasn't eaten; did they just throw it away?

At that thought, Peeta suddenly remembered Gale's face, starving and exhausted as he made his way home after working all day in the mines and the blonde's stomach clenched.

"Peeta, you really should eat more." Effie suddenly tinkered as she sat fiddling with some sort of halo device, "You have a busy day ahead of you and you'll need all the energy you can get."

"What do you mean?"

"I just got a message from the game coordinators this morning." The pink haired woman said as she sent the teen a bright smile, "Every year they have a huge gala ball before the games start. A pre-games party if you will, they invite all the mentors and previous victors. A few politicians here and there, which is why you may not have heard of it before. Normally they don't invite tributes but Seneca sent word that you and Cato are invited." Effie clasped her hands together in excitement, "Oh it's so exciting, the first tributes to be invited to the ball and one of them is from district 12! I think we might just have a chance at having a victor this year Haymitch."

Haymitch just stared back at Effie before returning his gaze to his newspaper while Effie kept rattling on, "Now, Portia will be here to fit you into your outfit at three. You have training till two and Geraldine Splicer asked for an exclusive interview with both of you, but that's only tomorrow night. So, this afternoon you'll have a fitting along with a short photo shoot just before the ball-"

"Wait," Peeta paused, "Interview? Why would they want an interview?"

"You confessed your love to a male tribute from another district weeks before the games in front of the Capitol. You're their shiny new toy." Haymitch said clearly and Peeta swallowed hard, "Did you really think they'd let you get in that arena without parading you in front of Panem first?"

Peeta sighed and Effie frowned at Haymitch, "It really isn't all that bad. The fact that they're so interested in you could only improve his chances of survival in the games."

Haymitch shrugged, "You're not wrong."

Effie shook her head and waved her hand dismissively as if to shoo away Haymitch's negativity, "Either way, you need to eat. Portia will have a field day if she realizes that you aren't eating, apparently, she loves your figure, she even has a whole set of outfits prepared for the interview and the ball and…" Effie took a deep breath before giving Peeta another smile, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything! You just worry about Cato."

Peeta just sighed, he's been worrying about Cato since last night.

God…

This is going to be a long day.

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Love at first sight. It was like the air was knocked right out of his lungs and the world seemed to slow down for the briefest of moments when he first laid eyes on Peeta Mellark.

The reaping for their district had been completed and they were on their way to the Capitol in the train. They were broadcasting highlights of reaping's from the other districts. One of the biggest moments that they showed was when Katniss Everdeen became the first tribute ever to volunteer from district 12, a stunning girl who volunteered in the place of her 12-year-old sister. She hadn't even arrived at the Capitol yet and she already had everyone's attention. But Marvel could've cared less about Katniss Everdeen, its Peeta Mellark that had his attention.

Peeta was beautiful in every way imaginable. Not even Glimmer could compare, then again, he's never really had much of a taste for girls so maybe he's just being biased.

He had blonde hair and deep blue eyes, a little short but with a build that made up for his height. Pale skin covered in the same dirt and grime that seemed to cling to every resident of district 12 but Marvel didn't mind.

He was starting to have reservations about volunteering for the games. Despite the fact that he's been training for this day since he first entered the academy when he was ten, Marvel wasn't sure about volunteering for the games, putting his life on the line for the sake of his district. Marvel didn't see the point. Win or lose, what did it matter? If he lost he'd die and if he won; what would he get then?

Fame? Marvel didn't want to be anyone's idol. Fortune? His father is a previous victor, they have more money than what they know to do with and its not like anyone in his family would care if he volunteered or not. But he had the highest scores of all the male students in district one's academy. It was expected of him to volunteer and at the reaping the name that was pulled from the bowl for the male tribute from one was of a 12-year-old boy who hadn't even set foot in the academy yet.

Marvel volunteered. He had to since, while his parents wouldn't care if he went to the games, the fact that he was the academy's best and didn't volunteer would've opened up a giant can of worms that he really didn't want to deal with. That's not to say he didn't plan to win the games, cause he sure as hell wasn't planning to die. But then again, he also wasn't planning on falling for some kid from district 12.

He was having second thoughts about entering the games, but then he saw Peeta Mellark for the first time and suddenly any and all doubts went right out the window. If he went to the games, he'd get to see Peeta up close, touch him. Even if he would inevitably have to kill the blonde once they got in the arena. Just a few days with the blonde would have been enough. Of course, there was a chance that Peeta might attempt to resist him but Marvel was prepared for that.

Violent sexual acts were frowned upon in the arena, but Marvel knew for a fact that they never tried to stop them either, they just didn't show it on the broadcasts. But Marvel left that option as plan B. He's a career after all, Marvel had no doubt in his mind that he could have Peeta without resorting to any unsavoury acts. He could get the blonde baker boy from 12 to willingly walk into his arms, all he'd need to do is offer him safety and protection; guarantee that Peeta would survive the cornucopia at the opening ceremony, promise to keep him safe from the other tributes and then Peeta would be his for however long he managed to survive.

They arrived at the Capitol, went through the whole spiel at the opening ceremony. District 12 caught the capitols attention again as they put on a spectacular show during the carriage ride. Katniss Everdeen was cemented as the girl on fire but, yet again, Marvel only had eyes for Peeta. Peeta who practically glowed under the bright lights in the capitol stadium while flames burned brightly behind him, wearing a bright beautiful smile as he waved at the crowd. So beautiful. Marvel's hands had tightened around the edge of his carriage as he watched the blonde, suddenly feeling immensely grateful for the loose fit of the ridiculous outfit he was forced to wear.

The image was only slightly dampened when Peeta took Katniss' hand and raised it in the air. It made him wonder briefly if there might have been something romantic going on between them. Those thoughts were effectively dashed on the night of the interviews when Peeta confessed his love for Cato fucking Hadley.

Marvel had heard about the closet incident just like everyone else did since it happened. He wasn't friends with Cato, by any stretch of the imagination. They met once during two and one's academy graduation ceremony, so Marvel knew that they'd be volunteering together that year. They mostly just tolerated each other for the sake of the games but he knew enough about Cato to have no doubt that the entire episode was probably nothing more than a product of the career letting his own arrogance gain the better of him. He probably thought messing with Peeta would be a fun way to kill some time, Marvel wasn't worried about Cato. But then Peeta confessed to Cato, in front of the entire Capitol and something in Marvel pulled and it pulled hard.

He was up all night because of the interview, he hardly slept a wink.

Glimmer's crude little jokes on the whole episode didn't help. He was already frustrated and annoyed when he sat down at breakfast, seeing Geraldine Splicer and Caesar's special report on what the Capitol was suddenly referring to as the hunger Games star-crossed lovers only made things worse. Especially after watching the surveillance they had of the elevator incident.

Marvel just couldn't understand it.

Cato didn't care about anything but himself, his only priority has always been entering the games and winning them. He barely ever mentioned girls or romantic interests of any kind. Marvel was seriously starting to think that his fellow career was asexual, but apparently, he was wrong.

If it had been anyone but Peeta, Marvel wouldn't have cared, he would've ignored the entire affair, but it is Peeta. His Peeta. Marvel had no intention of letting Cato have him.

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"Well well well, if it isn't Romeo."

Cato bit back a growl as he turned around to face Marvel who approached him with a shit eating grin while Glimmer skipped along beside him, wearing a slightly sweeter smile than her fellow tribute but not any less mocking. The blonde had to fight back hard against the urge to throw the dagger in his hand from the weapon station where he stood with Clove. The raven-haired girl beside him just gave him an annoyed glance as she kept throwing knives at the target a couple of yards ahead of them.

"You've been on the news since last night." Glimmer said as she stopped in front of them and her head gave a slight tilt as she spoke, "Congratulations."

"Shut up." Cato hissed as he turned back to the target and Marvel clicked his tongue as he walked over to the blonde's side.

"Still so angry. I thought lover boy might've been able to help you work out your frustrations by now."

Glimmer giggled so loudly that even Clove twitched in annoyance. Cato just kept his eyes on the target up ahead and glared hard.

"Where is your sweet submissive little slave today? I'm surprised he isn't fawning all over you since he's supposedly in love with you and all." Glimmer said and Cato could hear the suspicion in her voice despite how sweet she tried to sound. "Trouble in paradise?"

Cato looked back at her over his shoulder, "Don't you have someone else to annoy?"

"Not right this moment no." Marvel said as he stepped closer to the other male tribute, "So, where is he? Hiding from you already?"

"Oh Marvel, now why on earth would he do that? Unless, Peeta was being less than honest about his affections for Cato during last night's show." Glimmer challenged and Cato almost froze. He could almost hear Lyme's voice in his ear.

"No one knows about this. Not even Glimmer and Marvel. Make them believe it."

How the hell is he supposed to do that?

Goddamn it! He really should have thought this out more before going to training that morning.

The blonde struggled to think of a solution, fighting to make sure he kept all the emotion from his face when he suddenly felt a hand on his wrist. His self defense instincts almolst kicked in but thankfully Cato managed to remember that they weren't in the arena just yet. A kiss was pressed against his cheek and Cato looked down to find Peeta standing right beside him with a soft smile and a faint blush over his cheeks.

"Morning Cato."

Cato still wasn't sure what to do. Glimmer was staring wide eyed at the tribute from 12 while Marvel had suddenly gone oddly silent, he could see Clove glaring at him from the corner of his eye as she twirled the knife between her fingers. Peeta wasn't so unsure.

"You look really good today." The shorter teens voice was sweet almost doting as he blushed and looked up at Cato through his eyelashes, smiling shyly, "I just wanted to say hi."

Oh, he's good.

"I'm fine." Cato tried to make sure his voice didn't come out harsh but not too soft either. He needed to make sure he kept up that image. The powerful possessive brute with a sweet submissive little pet. It was a delicate balance he needed to keep. He needed to remain strong, he needed to make sure he didn't show any weakness. But he needed to keep the Capitol saps happy at the same time.

God, this is such a headache.

The taller teen could feel the eyes on him, not just from Clove, Glimmer and Marvel but from other tributes standing all around the room so he did the first thing that came to mind. He wrapped an arm around Peeta's waist to pull him close and pressed a kiss right on his lips. Leaning over to whisper in the baker boy's ear to make sure he wasn't heard by anyone else.

"Well played."

"Thanks." Peeta said leaning up to press a kiss on Cato's cheek before trying to pull away only for Cato to keep him still.

"Cato-"

"We need to talk. On two's floor at lunch."

"You and I don't have a lunch today. Effie said we have to do some kind of photoshoot before the ball, I have a fitting during lunch."

Cato hissed in annoyance, "Then meet me before then."

Peeta sighed, "Fine." Peeta tried to pull away again only for Cato to tighten his hold. "What?"

"One more thing. Tell your girl I'll cut out those pretty green eyes if she keeps glaring at me like that."

Peeta's eyes went wide and he looked back over his shoulder to find that Katniss was indeed glaring at them.

"You promised you wouldn't touch her before the end of the games."

"No, I promised I wouldn't kill her. There's a lot a human can survive."

A shiver ran down Peeta's spine, Cato felt it and couldn't help but smirk.

"Understand."

"Yes." Peeta whispered and finally the blonde let him go, but not before pressing a kiss on the younger teen's forehead.

Cato let go and Peeta pulled away, somehow managing to give the taller teen a smile as he did.

"Bye Cato."

Oh, he's very good.

Cato looked back to his fellow careers. Glimmer wasn't shocked anymore. The blonde girl glared with her arms folded over her chest. Clove had gone back to throwing daggers although the strength of her throws seemed to be much stronger than before and Marvel…

Marvel's eyes weren't on Cato, they were on Peeta. There was something strange in Marvel's eyes, something Cato didn't like one bit.

"I guess you haven't scared him off just yet. I hope you won't let your little lover boy distract you once the games start."

Cato's eyes narrowed down ever so slightly, "And I hope you'll keep your hands to yourself."

Marvel looked back at him and let out a bark of laughter, raising his hands in surrender as he walked backwards towards another part of the training room. "Of course."

Glimmer turned around and followed after Marvel with a huff. Cato was still glaring at his fellow career when Clove suddenly spoke drawing his attention.

"I don't think Marvel is the one you should be worried about." Cato looked over to the girl and found her staring at the other side of the room where Peeta and Katniss seemed to be arguing. Katniss grabbed his arm when Peeta tried to turn away only for the baker boy to wrench his arm free and roll his eyes. Katniss caught his gaze and glared at him one more time. Then it was Peeta's turn to grab her arm and pull her away.

There's something else they'll need to talk about.

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There was no time to talk, about half way through training Avox's came to collect him and Cato to prepare for what was sure to be a busy day. They didn't have much time between the training room and getting to the elevators were Portia and Cato's stylist Quartz were waiting for them. There was no time to talk. They were separated and Peeta was forced to endure a cleansing ceremony similar but not quite as traumatising as the one he received on that first day when they arrived at the Capitol.

"We need you to look your absolute best if you're going to attend the Victor Ball." Portia said with a smile as she walked about the large room, looking through outfit after outfit on the shelves of the large dressing room while the hairstylist fiddled with his hair. "Now we're going to keep this simple. Make sure you do exactly what I told you, we're going for understated beauty." Portia said to which the girl doing his hair nodded and Peeta couldn't help but snort at the absurdity of it all.

"The boy on fire and his ice prince."

Ice prince, yeah that's one wat of describing Cato, Peeta couldn't help but snort at the thought, though he still felt incredibly nervous. That little move he pulled with Cato that morning during training. Peeta isn't even sure how he managed to pull that off without passing out or making a complete fool out of himself. He just wanted to get the whole thing over with, he needed to keep up the façade, make people believe that he really did feel for Cato what he said he did. So, he went to say hello, kissed the tribute on the cheek and most of the other tributes seemed to buy it if the sneers and looks of disbelief he caught around the training room were anything to go by. Cato reacted pretty well to it too, all things considered.

Peeta was expecting the career to kill him for just approaching him the way he did, but remarkably enough Cato maintained his composure, it was actually kind of impressive. Of course, that didn't last long as the career then proceeded by threatening Katniss. That much was expected though so Peeta was able to maintain some level of control.

Now he has to prepare for the Victor's ball.

"Nervous?" Portia suddenly asked and Peeta looked up at the woman in surprise before letting out a sigh, "That obvious?"

Portia smiled before she quickly shooed out the girl that was doing Peeta's hair. "That's fine you're excused."

The girl gave a bow before leaving the room without a word and shutting the door behind her. Portia turned back to the shelves as she started pulling clothes.

"Don't worry about it, it won't be that bad. Just smile and keep up that charm, you'll be fine."

"Easier said than done." Peeta said resisting the urge to drag a hand through his hair, "Effie said no tribute has ever been invited to a Victor's ball before."

"It's a big deal." Portia said and Peeta sighed again.

"I'm just… nervous."

"You have nothing to be worried about. The entire capitol already loves you." Portia let out a soft giggle, "Honestly, they're selling I heart Peetato t-shirts by the truck load and it hasn't even been a day yet. You two are already fan favourites."

"Peetato?" Peeta asked with a frown and Portia arched a brow at the teen, "Peeta and Cato. Peetato."

"Oh my God."

"You've turned the Capitol into the most insatiable love crazed psychopaths. It's wonderful."

"Please don't rub it in." Peeta said with a groan, Portia laughed, "My point is that you have nothing to worry about, you don't really even have to do anything. All you need to do is stay at Cato's side and everyone will be able to see the love you have for each other for themselves."

Peeta paused at that, wanting to tell Portia that the entire thing was a sham but worried about what would happen if he did. She seemed nice, actually compared to everyone else in the Capitol, Cinna and Portia seemed the most normal. But he couldn't be sure that this secret would be safe with her. He couldn't be sure that he isn't being watched by an outside party right at that very moment.

The blonde let out a sigh.

He needs to talk to someone, someone that isn't trying to pressure him into maintaining his image like Haymitch or someone that seemed completely unsupportive like Katniss or someone insane like Effie. He needed to someone outside of the situation. Someone normal.

He can't tell Portia the whole truth but he can still pick her brain.

"I'm worried about Cato," the blonde sighed again, "I mean, I kind of sprang the confession on him and-"

"You've spoken to him since the confession, haven't you? It's been all over the news Peeta."

"Well yeah but, I'm still not totally sure how to behave around him."

Portia shrugged, "Just be yourself."

"You don't understand-"

"No, you don't understand." Portia said turning to the teen with a load of clothing in her hands, "For reasons that I can't even begin to understand you just don't seem to see it Peeta."

"See what?" the blonde asked with a frown and Portia sighed as she walked up to his chair and turned it so he was facing the vanity mirror beside him and stared back at his mirror image.

"You don't see this." Portia said nodding to the mirror, "You don't see how absolutely beautiful you are, or how kind and thoughtful. You don't see how charming your smile is or notice those captivating blue eyes."

Peeta started to blush Portia smiled, "See that? Just oozing with charm and you aren't even trying. Look, even if Cato doesn't see how desirable you are yet it's just a matter of time before he falls head over heels in love with you, so believe me when I say you don't have to worry about Cato. Tonight, you're going to the Victor's ball. For tonight, your main objective is smiling that gorgeous smile and showing all those sponsors exactly who they should be rooting for."

"I don't know-"

"Peeta." And then Portia's smile faded just a bit as she placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder, "The games are going to start soon and then… there's a chance you may not survive. These may very well be your last days on earth. Don't spend them drowning in worry and insecurities. You have to enjoy every last moment you have."

The words sank in, Peeta realised that she was right.

"There may not be much time left, but…. But for however long you're still alive, you are a star and everyone adores you." Portia said placing her hand beneath Peeta's chin and gently lifting it to make sure he looked at his mirror image as she spoke, "You are going to go out there and show them how brightly you burn. But don't forget to enjoy yourself. They may call it the Victor's ball, but tonight it's all about you."

The blond couldn't help but smile as he turned his head to look at the woman beside him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Portia then pulled back and started shuffling through the clothes in her arm, "Now, it's time to get you ready. If Cato hasn't fallen for you yet then by god he will once I'm done with you."

Peeta let out a snort.

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"And we are back." Caesar said giving the camera a big bright smile, while Geraldine Splicer sat practically bouncing in her seat beside him, "And what a story we have for you tonight. More news about the Hunger Games star crossed lovers Cato Hadley and Peeta Mellark, starting from the first day of training to last night's Victor's Ball. Geraldine, Cato and Peeta have certainly been busy, haven't they?"

"Yes, they have Caesar and I am dying to start the analysis on yesterday's events." The woman said pushing her glasses up her nose, Caesar seemed to give her an indulgent smile.

"I'm sure you are Geraldine as is most of the Capitol, especially since Cato and Peeta seemed to get off to such a lovely start with Peeta greeting the tribute from district two with a kiss mere moments after his arrival in the training area."

As he said this an image filled the screen of the training area, showing off the large area where various tributes stood training at various skill stations before it zoomed in and enhanced on a short blonde walking up to a taller one to lean up and press a kiss against his lips.

"Here, we see Cato wrapping his arm around Peeta's waist and it looks like Peeta's trying to pull away."

"Such a shy boy." Geraldine said with her hands clasped together to the side, "He obviously feels embarrassed by Cato's possessive ways, holding him so tightly in public no less."

"Well then why would he kiss Cato if he isn't comfortable with public displays of affection?" Caesar asked with a slight frown and Geraldine looked at him like the answer was obvious.

"Because he's in love, Caesar. Obviously, he misses Cato's presence by his side, he just couldn't stay away a moment longer so he went to steal just one kiss from his lover before he went on with his day."

Caesar hummed in understanding before he spoke again, "Now we see Peeta give Cato one last kiss before joining his fellow tribute's side and oh-I think there might be some animosity between the boy and girl on fire."

Geraldine hummed, "Its certainly very concerning Caesar, if one didn't know any better one would think that Ms Katniss Everdeen was turning a bit green."

"Green?"

"Jealous Caesar, why else would she seem so hostile towards her fellow tribute. All Peeta did was greet his love, she had no reason to react the way she did. If you ask me there may be some drama headed Peeta and Cato's way."

"Well, we'll certainly need to keep an eye on her as well Geraldine." Caesar said as the image disappeared and another took its place, "Now moving on to the Victor's Ball."

Geraldine all but squealed, "Oh I've been waiting for this all day."

"As has the rest of the Capitol."

The image that appeared on the screen was one of a large ballroom, bathed in bright lights and every manner of flower imaginable in every colour imaginable and filled with what looked like hundreds of guests dressed in bright extravagant outfits.

"Now, there is a lot that happened at the ball last night, so much we need to unpack and discuss."

"So much!"

"But the one thing that stood out from last night's ball was the kiss shared by Peeta and Cato just before the end of the ball."

And then there were two figures on the screen Cato had his hands on either side of Peeta's face as he pressed his lips against the shorter males while Peeta only stared back with wide eyes, seemingly frozen until he slowly lifted his arms and wrapped them around Cato's shoulders to return the kiss.

The crowd in the studio suddenly erupted in high pitched squeals and cheers. Caesar laughed and Geraldine gave a wide grin as she moved her chair from side to side.

"Caesar, I think I speak for us all when I say that Peeta and Cato are gorgeous together."

"I think I'd have to agree with you Geraldine, but before we can get into the kiss shared between the Hunger Games star crossed lovers we'll need to unpack everything else that happened at the ball first."

"Oh absolutely." The woman beamed, "Personally I think we need to start with Finnick Odair and his obvious interest in our lovely Peeta."

The crowd cheered, Caesar shook his head, "No, no wouldn't it be better to begin with Annie Cresta, she seemed quite taken with Cato when they were speaking earlier on in the night."

"I think you mean Johanna Mason seemed quite taken with district two's latest tribute." Geraldine added as she crossed one leg over the other and placed her hands on her knee, "Then again, Johanna and Annie's little catfight was something to behold, one can't help wonder if Cato wasn't the catalyst for their little spat."

Throughout all of this the crowd was oohing and aahing at their comments until Caesar finally turned to the camera with a smiled and leaned forward a bit. "Well I think the only fair way to do this would be to start from the very beginning of the Victor Ball."

"What an excellent idea Caesar."

Geraldine nodded.

"Agreed! We will be right back with a complete break down of the last night's Victor Ball right after the break."

Cato let out a sigh of frustration as he let his head fall down onto the table.

"God, I'm such an idiot."

Lyme grinned as she looked over to the teen on the other side of the table, "What are you talking about? Everything's going exactly according to plan."

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