Disclaimer: Sorry, I do not own The Hunger Games. Well that's too bad.

So here's what you missed:

Katniss and the other tributes were presented in the Capitol. The boy from District 2 - Cato - was looking at her. In the elevators she stood up for the little girl from 11 because that wretched girl from 2 was harsh to her. Then at night Katniss went up to the roof and was watching the crowd while singing and was caught by Cato who called her Spitfire. And that's what you missed on Glee.

^^joke.

Anyway, let's go on with the story, shall we?

I jumped in surprise as I whirled around. Cato was there, looking at me with a smirk on his face. How long has he been there? How have I not noticed him listening to me? And did he just call me Spitfire?

"What are you doing here?" I asked. What the hell.

"Why, can't other tributes go up here, too? Is this your private lounge?" He snarled at me.

He started walking towards me and with each step he took, I took another backwards. Until my back hit the wall, that is. I look for a way so I can escape but I found none.

Cato walked towards me until his bare foot touched mine and his chest was in my face. His breath was hot on my hair and I felt very uncomfortable. I try my best not to fidget, not to show any fear. I look up and see his eyes, that were once blue looked black at this time of the night. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was terrified of him right now.

"What's the matter Spitfire? Cat got your tongue?"

Again with the Spitfire. What is it with this guy and his nicknames?

I sneered at him, "Can you move? I've got things better to do, like stick my head in the toilet."

Unusually, he just smiled at her. It's not even a mean smile. And it was troubling me. What the heck is this guy's problem.

Cato leaned in closer to her face. So close that his nose touched hers. "You don't remember me, do you?"

I break away and say, "You're crazy." I start to walk towards the elevators, but he catches up to me and grabs me by the shoulders. He pushes me to the wall, and I wince because of the pain. He hears this and lightens his grip on my shoulders, but just a little bit. Now there's really no room for escape.

"You don't remember me, do you?" he says with a smirk on his face.

Remember him? No. But his face looks vaguely familiar. As hard as I try, I can't quite place his face in my memories. Did I know him before? Did he live in 12? If yes, then he must be a merchant's kid. But I don't know any merchant who looks like him. Which means no, I do not remember you.

He leaned in once more, taunting me. "How's Gale? He never liked me, really. But your sister did. What's her name? Is it... Prim?"

He smirked knowingly at me and this time, let me go. Now I am really confused. How does he know Gale? And even worse, Prim? It's possible because of the reaping, but Effie mentioned Primrose, not Prim. And Gale wasn't called. Who was this guy?

Cato started walking towards the elevator. And after a few seconds, I ran after him.

"Hey!"

He ignored me and kept walking. He went inside and pressed the close button but I stuck my foot as the doors were closing and went inside with him. I lept up on him with surprising force and put my forearm on his neck.

"How do you know them?" I demanded.

His eyes stated shock at first, then anger. Before I could blink, he was immediately on top of me, using one hand to gather my fists and put it on top of my head. Great, just what I wanted.

He looks at me smugly again. "Tell me first, do you know me?"

I resist the urge to spit at him and try kneeing him in the groin. With no success. His face remains impassive and once more I am stuck in a sticky situation.

"I don't know. When I first saw you volunteer, you looked familiar. But I couldn't put my finger on it, okay? Now get off me!"

He does no such thing. Instead, he brushes one hand on my cheek. His eyes soften and I see that they are glassy. Woah, is this Cato's soft side? Never knew he had one. He looks so strong and tough all the time he could live without a weakness. Brutal, bloody, muscular Cato has a weakness. Wait did I just say handsome? No. Cato is anything but handsome.

I was just about to ask him how he knows them, when he gets off me. Then he leaves without another glance in my direction. But he says something and I barely catch it.

"Blueberry pie."

I stare at him in shock. How did he know about that? It was the Prim's birthday, and we had quite a feast. My father was still alive back then, and he was able to trade with the baker. We had blueberry pie. I was there with my family, Gale, and...

No. It can't be.

Cato's gone. He took the stairs. And I'm left alone in the elevator.

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