Damn it, was I really falling for Cato? Yes, I was and I knew it too. I couldn't kill him. The unfortunate side of what just occurred hit me like a slap to the face. I couldn't kill him! I had to hope somebody got him first but after the heat of what just occurred, I couldn't hope for that. I loved him now and I knew it. Yes, he was arrogant and cocky but he was so sweet and mysterious and handsome and charming... I was slipping! It was time to get a grip and focus on my knives and The Hunger Games. But I still couldn't forget how good the contact of having his lips on mine was or how I loved the warmth his body radiated when his body was close to mine. Oh shit. I walked into the room and met my stylist, Dalta. A tall woman with light purple hair and golden tattoos all over her. She was better than Octavian. "You must be Clove."

"Yes. You must be Dalta."

"Oh dear, let's see what I'm working with." She had me strip off my clothes and it felt weird to be stark naked in front of another woman. She eyed me and studied me carefully, reminding me of Cato. Angrily, I pushed him out of my mind.

"Hmm.." She hummed. I had never been one to have leg hair or armpit hair. But Dalta insisted on having me waxed... everywhere. (bikini and all). It was unpleasant to say the least. My prep team, Josly, Hevia, and Glavius, were... colorful. After getting body waxed, I felt raw and sore. Dalta had my hair trimmed of split ends and revived so that it looked shiny and smooth.

"I love your eyes." She complemented waxing my eyebrows. It was true, my eyes were the only detail I liked on my face. They were shaped like fat brown black almonds but since I was 3 they had turned violet. It always caused much teasing and laughing in District 2 as if Girl with the Knives wasn't enough.

"Thanks."

"So what do you propose we do for your costumes?"

"I don't know." Truthfully I didn't know 1 one thing about sequins or glitter.

"How's your District partner?" Her question surprised me.

"Strong and tall and very muscular." I explained nonchalantly.

"Ah sounds interesting. How's his body?" I racked my brain for non-expressive words.

"Um good?" I squeaked.

She looked at me, puzzled.

"I mean, strong! And well-built."

"Okay. Let me talk to Verry." She left the room for a couple of minutes then came back with Cato, drenched in sweat and glaring at me.

I could still see the lust in his eyes. I left him wanting... big time.

"I'll be right back. You two stay put."

So with that she left us, staring at each other. I was clothed now but he was shirtless.

"Why?" He said in mock anger.

"Because you deserved it." I smirk.

"I deserved to be stuck like that?" He looked at me incredulous.

"Yes."

"Shut up princess. I know you enjoyed it too."

"No, I didn't" I lied.

"So you didn't enjoy this?" He put his hand on my upper thigh and I gasped.

"No." I say taking every ounce of strength in my body and placing back his hand.

"Yes. Now admit it." He put it back upper than before and moved it back and forth, moaning.

Fuck, I had to give in. I just had to. I exploded inside with desire and want. I swallowed hard.

I kept my lips sealed when he leaned over and kissed me roughly on the lips. Biting my lower lip again, hard.

He moved his other hand and cupped my face, moaning into my mouth.

"Fuck you, Wood."

"Anytime you want, Mason."

Dalta came back in and we broke apart. She came over and touched Cato's arms.

"Boy. You must work. Am I wrong?"

"No, I do push-ups and crunches. Some days weights and stuff."

Dalta whistles and Cato smiles.

Dalta told us she and Cato's stylists have decided to dress us in roman armor. Enough to expose Cato's arms and my bone structure. After that Verry came in and all of us collaborated together.

We were fitted in separate rooms and after that we could take the day off.

Cato caught me in the hallway going back to our rooms. "Yes?" I ask exasperated with him.

"I thought you said we couldn't fuck out here, you never said anything about in there!" He whined, pointing at the door.

"Cato, let's be truthful. You only want me for my body not for me. You want to fuck me to get pleasure not to develop feelings."

"So?"

"I don't. I find you attractive actually. I want to fuck for feelings AND pleasure. Cato, don't you see?"

Cato looked confused. "I want you to show me what feelings are, Clove."

I sighed. "We are in the 74th annual Hunger Games. Bad timing. We are Careers. We can't know what feelings are."

"But you do. And if that's what it takes for you to let me make love to you, then thats what I'll do."

"Cato. I don't want this. This way. I want heat and passion but not this way."

"Then what do I have to do?"

"For what?"

"For you and me to be together."

"Your serious?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Yes."

"I don't want you playing with my feelings, Cato. Your my first love."

"I won't. I swear. I lov-" I put my finger on his lips.

"Cato, stop. Those aren't words for District 2 and those aren't words for The Hunger Games."

"Okay. Just please. Give us a chance." He leaned in and connected our lips. His tongues danced with mine, our lips moving in perfect synch. Opening and parting, kissing him was like being electrocuted.

"Okay. But no fucking. Not yet at least."

He groaned in frustration. "Fine. Then you tell me how to hide my boners."

I smirked. "When did you first get hard on me, Wood?"

"The first day, when you threw that knife into the wall."

I laughed. "Cato?" I asked, pulling his icy eyes to meet mine.

"Yea, Clove?"

"Are you sure you want us. It bad enough we have feelings being Careers but just the fact that we're in the Hunger Games for God's sake!"

"I am so so so so so so positively sure." He kissed me every time he said so.

"Good." I said, grinding my lower body into him. A groan escaped his lips.

"Fuck." He cried out as I kept grinding into him strategically.

"You have no idea how good this feels, Mason." I chuckled, placing my lips on his neck. I licked at the skin before biting it hard. He closed his eyes and let his body climax. I felt him moan gruffly in my ear, tugging at my earlobe and nibbling on it teasingly before biting it.

So we spent the afternoon with me causing him all kinds of pleasure. Nothing sexual yet, just lots of grinding. I could tell he wanted me badly, the way he looked at me when I caused him pleasure.

It felt so good hearing him moan and groan Clove, a thousand times over and over again. I liked this. A lot in fact.

That night, we stayed on the chariots watching all the idiots from the poor districts. Cato looked sexy in his armor that showed off his his muscular arms. A headgear with wings facing back was also part, complimenting my perfect cheeks bone structure. Cato just gaped at me. The armor dress showed off my thighs... again and made my cleavage look about 3 cup sizes than it was. I watched the couple from District 1 go on and laughed at their contarded fuchsia Vega dancers-like costumes. Next it was our turn. "Make them love you." Enobaria had said.

So I did, I put on my infamous badass smirk and pretended to love the Capitol's weird people that were screaming our names. When something made my blood boil, the couple from District 12, take over our audience with what? Holy shit, they were on fire. I cursed at Dalta and Verry for not being as creative but mostly I cursed at the fucking idiots that were stealing our fame and glory. I looked over at Cato, he looked just as mad. Screw this shit, I was going to kill her, Girl on Fire. Whoever she was, I was going to make sure her death was slow and painful so I could watch the life leave her eyes. The blood and sweat drip off her skin. I chuckled at my evil plans. Fuck you, Girl on Fire, you want to play with fire. Then fire against fire it shall be.