Hey guys! The formatting for this chapter was a little weird, as sweet Adilah had a pretty normal life.

Thanks to Nightmares Are Dreams Too, and Emberwind8 for submitting!

Disclaimer: Over the woods and through the whatever to my imagination we go, guess who I found? Clove, dahling, introduce yourself and your friends!

Warning : The District Two civilians tend to swear a lot more than the proper District One population, so brace yourselves for a ride with foul language.

Clove: Don't call me dahling, firstly. Second, firegirl, screw you. Third, where is Cato? Fourth, I placed sixth out of all the stupid tributes out of the stupid games! Talk about embarrassment. Fifth, damn I lost to 11 (okay so he was at least a competitor), Cato (that I understand), but silent girl, and the stupid couple from 12! Ugh!

Cato: Calm yourself Clover. Anyhow, Gorrillaface345, does not own mahvelous me!

Enobaria: Get over yourself hon. She doesn't own Clove, Cato, Brutus, or me.

Brutus: Shit. Why'd I have to be the last official death in the last known guys. Like seriously, Collins, really? Sheesh, no appreciation for humanity.

Clove: We have more lines than District One! God yes! They're weaker than us! Woohoo!

Cato: Right? Marvel, Glimmer...you let us down!

Brutus: I know! Cashmere and Gloss are experienced killers and they die from Johanna Mason and the newly crowned victor? Real smooth guys, real smooth.

Enobaria: Shut your mouths before I rip your organs out, all of you! Since everybody else is insane, I will do the disclaimer. Gorrillaface345, does not own the the canon characters, the SYOT tributes that were so beautifully (Clove: Beautiful?) created by Emberwind8 and Nightmares Are Dreams Too. She also does not own District Two, The Hunger Games, or anything else in the chapter besides the writing.

Me: As interesting as that was...thank goodness the Disclaimer is over! THIS IS SPARTA! ACTUALLY, ONTO THE STORY! Oh and I don't own I'm Just A Gigolo by David Lee Roth and What Hurts The Most by The Rascal Flatts

I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go,
People know the part I'm playin'.
Pay for every dance, sellin' each romance,
Ooohh what they're sayin'?

Avan Logan Meriea, Age 18

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed. What the- the memories come flashing back to me.

"Hey, pretty girl." I dawdled. Right, because I was drunk.

"What do you want?" She had smirked. Breathtaking black-haired beauty. Must've been 19 or 20, suffered a break-up recently, looking for a quick hook-up.

"So what do you say? My room, your house, your room, my house?" I asked. Honestly I didn't understand what I had tried to say.

She giggled and twirled her hair.

"Why don't we just-" She put her nails on my arms, "Go to mine."

"Agreed." We went back to her house and you can probably figure out what happened next.

"Ugh." She's up and awake. She looked at me.

"Look last night was fun, but it was just a hook up." She says. She rubs her forehead.

"Agreed." I say. I take a quick shower and walk out.

"That was fun though! Let's do it again sometime!" (Because I had to add this, okay? Because I just had to! Because Johanna Mason is awesome!)

I say.

"Def, kiddo." She winks and slips me her phone number.

"See you around." As the door shuts behind me, I take a breath.

So you know what I do. I hook up with girls! It's fun honestly. Mom says I'm going to get a disease called STDs one day. Psh, who cares about that woman's rules? She's may be my mother, but I'm my own person.

As I walk into the town center, I can't help but notice a cute African girl, probably my age, walking around.

"Hey there." I smirk coyly.

"Touch me and I'll break your neck." She replies.

"Ooh fiesty! Finally, one that's spicy." I say. I notice a few girls fawning over me and shooting glares at this girl.

"I swear to god, I'm not afraid to break your bones." She bares her teeth.

"Well, you're no Enobaria." I looked at her. Enobaria Crasius, or as most people know her now, Enobaria Saxton, is a legend. She's only 40 something years old. If she wasn't old and married to Brutus, one of my idols, I'd probably bang her.

"I can be." The girl whispers dangerously.

"What's your name? I'm Avan." I try to use my charms.

"Screw you!" She kicks me in the leg and scurried off.

"I still don't know your name!" I shout. Was this how the Prince felt in that old fairy tale, Cinderella?

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Nichola Angeles, the District's gossip girl says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Remember Archer Jude?"

"Yeah." Archer Jude was this guy who was in my grade, he was sort of a loner. Anyways, he got reaped and lasted surprisingly pretty long, 6th Place. Anyways he was killed by the boy from 1, Pike something. Honestly we didn't really care about him because we got another Victor, Annaliese Stewart. She's like super hot. I think it was like, the 94th or 95th games? It was three years ago.

"Apparently, that girl, happens to be his old girlfriend. Her names Adilah Flame. Total brat if you ask me. Like seriously, she's convinced she's so high up because she goes to the Training Center and got chosen by the Trainers to volunteer." Nichola hates her, I can tell.

"Either way, she's got a pretty face." I remark. I'm not sure I believe Nichola. She's the type that spreads gossip about people that she doesn't like. Mostly they're a whole bunch of lies.

"Sure hon. Take your chances." Nichola kisses me on the cheek. Ugh, that brat.

I jog home to put on my Reaping clothes.

"DAD! MOM! I'M HOME!" I yell. Mom walks out of her room.

"H-hi honey! Er... There's breakfast?" I smirk. Dad must've been trying to get me another sibling or something.

"Heh-heh, Paul honey, your ONE and ONLY son is home!" I notice how she puts emphasis on those words. Yup they were totally doing it.

"Oh. Hey Avan?" Dad comes out.

"WHASSUP!" I yelled. Dad covered his ears.

"Ok so... Um. Have fun!" Mom said. She trailed into the bedroom, dad following close.

"I did learn from the best." I chuckled.

I put on sweats, because I'm just so casual you know? Naw, I look so fine.

"Looking good Avan. Absolutely stunning." I run a hand through my hair.

"Oh shoot, I'm going to be late!" I ran to the Reaping place.

The guy collects my blood.

"Ouch!" I hear a girl cry. I look up.

"OH HEY! GIRL I MET AT THE CENTER!" I wave. She whirls around and I swear, I see her sigh.

"Hi." She turns away.

"Poo! Now that's no way to be treating your next hook-up!" I wail.

I hear people chuckle. Trust me, they know of me and my.."Antics."

The girl comes up to me.

"Listen here, you. I don't care who you are, and what you do, but whatever you do, don't touch me. Or else." She jabs me so many times in the shoulder.

"Listen here, hon. I would love to-"

"Screw you." She kicks me. For the second time. In the same goddamn place.

"See you later." I hobbled off to my section.

"Tough luck?" A guy asks me.

"I just don't know. Most girls want to sleep with me." I stood there.

"Yeah we've all had that experience. Guess you've been shot down for your position of Zeus ey?" Another boy shot in.

The boys all laughed. I just rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say, Avan, whatever." Another, Romulus, joins in.

"Boys and girls of District 2, please join us in welcoming this year's mentors, Parker and Aqua Brown. (S/O to Emberwind8 for letting me use her own characters.)

The whole district starts clapping and cheering.

Parker and Aqua Brown. Ah, the wonderful duo-victors of the 80th Games. I remember it, Primrose Everdeen was tortured horribly. It's become known that if you and your district partner torture a hated tribute of Snow's enough, you get to live. It's happened twice. The 75th Games, and the 80th Games.

They're in their late 30s now, and Aqua's stomach is bulging a bit. Baby number 5.

Yes, you heard me, number five, and all with the surname Brown.

The eldest is 16, it's her fourth Reaping. Aphrodite Demeter Brown. She's very beautiful, with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Her skin is fair and she has rosy cheeks. She's quite weak though.

Then there's Aquamarine Ruby Brown. She's very pretty, not in a graceful, elegant way like her elder sister, but she has a stunning, radiant look. She has light brown hair and deep brown eyes. She has fair skin as well. She's 14. She's stronger that her sister though.

Julius Cato Brown, named after their late uncle Cato, who was in the 74th Games. He has his sister's coloring, with blonde hair and blue eyes. But his eyes are cold and unnerving unlike his sister's warm, friendly ones. He's a lock-in for the 100th and something games. Super strong, no flaws. 12 years old, and a Training Prodigy. Golden boy.

And then... Anastasia Vestia Brown. Incredibly... Ugly. Well, not really, but she pales in comparison to her elder siblings. She's 11 years old, and... she's mental. Completely vicious and let's just say she's someone to stay away from. Well, she does have Pyrette blood in her.

"Well, do we have any volunteers?" I snap out of my thoughts.

"I VOLUNTEER!" I run up to the stage.

"And what is your name darling?" The escort, Tatiana Romanac asks.

"Avan. Avan Logan Mereia."

"You may shake hands."

I look at my district partner. Oh my god.

"Well. I'll be having a swell time killing you in the arena." She says.

It's Adilah Flames. Oh shit.

There will come a day, when youth will pass away,
What will they say about me?
When the end comes I know, there was just a gigolo's
Life goes on without me.

Thanks to Nightmares Are Dreams Too for submitting Avan!

It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go
But I'm doing it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone

Adilah Flames, Age 18

I hate him. That stupid stupid idiot! He tried to flirt with me. That's right, f-lirt with a capital F! Ugh.

"Adilah hon." Mum came inside.

I was currently sitting in the Justice Buliding.

"Mum!" I cried.

I felt anger burn up as I hugged her.

"I hate my district partner." I stated. Mum placed her hand over her mouth.

"Sweetheart, give him time." She smiled.

"Are you-are you smiling? MUM! NO! EW! I DO NOT LIKE THAT BLOODY BOY! FOR THE LOVE OF PANEM, I WANT HIM TO BE MY FIRST KILL!" I screamed.

I could imagine it already, his blood seeping out of his limp, cold bloody, his eyes open and unseeing. I could feel it.

Mum rolled her eyes.

"Sure darling, sure." She laughed. Then she turned serious.

"Sweetheart, please just...make it out alive. For us."

I nodded.

"I'll try."

She gave me a hug. My father walked in next.

"Adilah hon!" He cried in his big, hearty voice.

"Dad!" I gave him a hug.

"Do good baby girl." He whispered. He placed something in my hand. My eyes widened. A token.

He gave me a smile and walked out.

"TIME'S UP!" The Peacekeeper hollered.

I looked down at what dad had placed in my hand.

The ruby necklace. Archer...he gave it to me...before he went to the Reapings. I shook thinking of him. That stupid District 1 boy, had to go and kill him. No matter, at least Annaliese Stewart offed him in such a bad, torturous way to die.

As the Peacekeepers marched me out to the Train, I turned to look at Avan, who was a bit pale.

"Nervous pretty boy?" I asked. No matter what, he was cute, with his black hair and dark brown eyes. He sort of looked like he belonged in the Seam, in ratty, old District 12.

"No. Yourself precious?" He turned his charm on. Oh no, he was not going to do this to me. Not now. Not ever.

I touched the necklace my dad had given me.

"I have a boyfriend." I clenched my fists. Why was I getting so worked up?

"You had a boyfriend." He corrected. He grinned suddenly.

"Have you lost your you know what yet?"

"Excuse me?" Were we seriously having this conversation as at least one of us were being marched to death?

"Have you lost your virginity yet? Because I have. To Riley Strines." I crinkled my nose.

Riley Strines is the...how do I say this? Ah, she is the female version of Avan.

I heard she slept with an older man, who was happily, or not so happily, married. She got pregnant but killed the baby.!

"Seriously? To her?" I rolled my eyes in disgust

"Why? Jealous?" He asked innocently, but I knew he was hoping I said yes.

"In your dreams." I said.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, I know you're trying to find a perfect scenario to admit you like me." I almost decked him. Almost.

If only he hadn't stopped me.

I had to admit, he had skills. He was definitely a contender.

Yes, Avan was annoying. He thought he was flawless. But he was smart. He was strong. He would be a good ally as well.

And yet, I couldn't get this small feeling out of my stomach, a feeling I hadn't felt since I was with Archer when I talked to him.

A good feeling, I suppose, not a bad feeling.

No time for boys Adilah, I could hear mum's voice.

I made a promise to kill whoever killed you Archer.

I can't do that now, Annaliese killed him for you.

So instead, I'll torture the District 1 tributes. Both of them.

I have to do this. I have to. For my family. For District 2. For Archer. And for the smallest bit of hope that Avan and I could make it out of that arena alive...together.

Thanks to Emberwind8 for submitting Adilah!

What hurts the most was being so close

And havin' so much to say

And watchin' you walk away

And never knowin' what could've been

And not seein' that lovin' you

Is what I was trying to do

Thank you for reading guys! I look forward to the District Three Reapings. Let's meet some very interesting tributes! We found wonderland you and I got lost in it. Haha sorry, I'm listening to Taylor Swift.

Questions for this chapter:

1. Who do you like better?

2. Should Adilah and Avan get together? (The fangirl inside me: AVALAH LOGAN MELAMES!)

3. Who lasts longer?

4. Did you catch the twist/shocker? I wonder how the Careers will fare this year?