AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this is Chapter Two! I didn't get many Reviews but I couldn't take my mind off of this story! Anyways, please enjoy!

CHAPTER TWO

As Cato and I walk together, it starts to rain. We then run the rest of the way to the training facility. Once we got there, we had to part from each other.

"You go first," I say to Cato.

"No," he argues. "You go."

I sigh as he shoves me down the sidewalk. Nobody can see us together, late, laughing, while it's raining. They would all get the right idea. And no one could figure out that we were dating especially our parents. My parents worked for the Capitol. They were only home for holidays, my birthday, and the Reaping, just in case I was to be Reaped and nobody volunteers, or I volunteer.

And his parents also worked for the Capitol. They had some friends whose son who lived in District One, who was 17 and going to volunteer for male tribute. Cato's parents weren't Peace Keepers like my parents. They were stylists. This is pretty ironic because Cato has no sense in fashion.

Before I walk through the gym doors, I put on the fiercest smirk I am able to have without actually killing somebody. When I walk in, everybody turns to stare at me. Everyone has a face of terror put on their once smug faces. Everyone, that is except for this one girl who bugs the crap out of me. I have no clue what her name is, and I don't really want to know. She stares at me with these such stupid eyes, that are glazed with fake fierceness. Everybody thinks that she is tougher than me because she is 18. But Cato and I know that that's not true.

"Hey, Cato," she says in a flirty tone. I quickly turn around and see Cato shaking his hair down to get the rain off of it. He looks up at her with annoyance in his eyes.

"Oh," he grunts. "Hi, Beatrice."

Beatrice. How could I forget a name like that?

She struts over to him, smirking a flirty smile. She walks up to him and puts her hands on his chest. Kay, now she's really pissed me off.

"So," she begins. "I was thinking maybe you and I could go on a date maybe this weekend?"

That was it. I lunged at her with all my strength, easily knocking her down. I reached for the knife I always kept in my shoe when she tried to yell for help. Nobody came, so she tried to bite my fingers and hands and wrists. I turned to look at her when she spit in my eye. Now I was really mad. I grabbed the knife and held it up to her throat.

"I'm not afraid," I whisper, pinning her to the wall.

"Let me go!" Beatrice cried. "Cato! Help!"

God, she was pathetic!

"If you can't make it this far, looks like you won't do good in the Games," I taunt.

She screamed again. It was so high pitched I had to shove my fist in her mouth. When she moved her eyes from mine to Cato's, she figured out our secret. So I had no choice…

AUTHOR'S NOTE: is this kinda a cliff hanger? I hope so. Sorry it's short… If you want to know how a character will die in the games, just PM me! Please review! Suzanne Collins owns the Hunger Games!