Cato walked down the hall boredly, his arm cooley hanging around Glimmer as she gossiped about other girls to her other preppy friends. He just tuned them out, glaring at all the other sad excuses for tributes that tried not being scared of him as they passed him in the hallway. Either they were scared or they were jealous because that didn't cower away from him and try to avoid him had there eyes wide and there mouths hanging open as they watched Glimmer, wishing she was theirs. Cato just smirked and tightened his grip around Glimmer snaking kisses up her neck. She stopped talking to her friends and began giggling, playfully shoving him off.

He was really deep on emotions. Glimmer was hot, of course and she was great in bed, but it all got boring. At the end it just came down to one thing. He just needs to use her to help build up popularity until the Game makers and Principal pick him for the Hunger Games.

He sighed at the thought, not knowing how much longer that would take. Not knowing how much longer he would have to put up this stupid act. Probably not long, knowing he could kill everybody with his bare hands here. He was ready for the Hunger Games. Always has, always been.

Then why do they keep him here, he will never know. But they will. The Gamemakers and Principals have been waiting to find someone for Cato, not like relationship type. Like partner in crime. Someone who was also a killing machine. In the Hunger Games you can't have one good Career, some okay ones and the others bad tributes. You need 4 or 5 good careers to make it interesting. To make it less predictable who will win.

Glimmer was a good Career, hot and dangerous when she really had to be. But since she never had to be, she never did any actual work. So she was not ready. The only person in the Academy who was ready and truly ready who was guaranteed not dying was Cato. The Game makers were still searching for his partner in crime. And then came Clove.

Cato scanned the halls, hoping his class room was close cause he was tired of Glimmers flowery scents filling his nose and clinging to his shirt. And that's when he saw that pony tail he'd come to like, seeing all the silky black hair pulled back tightly and bounce with every step.

He withdrew his arm from Glimmer and ran down the hall after that pony tail, knowing he needed to talk to the girl that pony tail belonged to.

"Clove!" Cato screamed, shoving and pushing people out the way to get to her. "Clove!" His voice coming out in a snarl as she ignored him.

Clove just rolled her eyes and sighed before turning and going into her class room, slamming the door his face when she saw him behind her. She gave him a wicked smile, seeing how angry this made him before turning away and going to sit at her seat. Cato gritted his teeth before gripping the door knob and pushing the door open, smacking it against the wall before walking in. His teacher just stared at him.

"Are you done making a scene?" she asked boredly, pursing her thin lips.

Cato just shrugged. "Depends on how the rest of this class goes," He said honestly before going and sitting at his seat in the middle of the class.

"Okay then. In the Hunger Games if you can't get a bag or run out of food, you have to find food on your own. Most likely you can find berries and leaves to eat. The trick is to put it all together in a way that will fill you up so you can have your strengths. So. I gave all of you a bunch of berries and some leaves, different types of leaves, some sticks and a butterknife. Make that crap into a meal. Go." The teacher commanded before placing her hands respectfully behind her back and began walking around the class, inspecting everything.

"you're shoes untied. Where did you get salt? You cut the leaves to small," Even though class just started, she always found something wrong to complain about. She had no life.

Cato just pushed all the supplies to his nerdy partner, knowing that the Asian kid would do all the work and not complain since he was shaking in fear being this close to the great Cato. Cato then leaned forward in on the desk, seeing Clove hard at work 2 seats in front of him.

"Clove," He whispered, trying to get her attention. She ignored him. "Clove," he said again.

"S-she can't h-hear you," the Asian said shakily. Cato just turned to him fiercely.

"She has ear phones in!" The Asian squeaked, slowly raising the knife just in case Cato where to attack.

Cato just smirked and reached forward, putting his hand on the knife and placing it down on the table. He then nodded. "Appreciate it. Now get back to work," He said before getting up from his seat and going up behind Clove, his huge body taking up most of the tiny isle. He reached for her earphones.

Clove listened to her music, listening to the rhythms as she swiftly cut the leaves, the blade smacking into the wood table, adding another rhythm. That's when she saw a hand reaching for her. Her fingers grabbed the handle of the knife harder as she swung it out towards the hand, barely missing it.

Cato pulled his hand back at the last second, catching a breath as he realized he almost lost his hand. Clove just looked up, wanting to argue with the 'dumb ass who bothered' her dark green eyes fogged over as she saw Cato. She rolled her eyes, kept her mouth shut and turned back to cutting up the leaves which were now nothing more but shreds or grass blades. (She didn't care for the cooking, she only liked the cutting part)

Cato got closer to her, pressing his chest to her back and leaning down to whisper in her ear as he slowly took out her earphone.

"Would you stop avoiding me and talk,"

"No," she simply said.

"Stop being childish. Talk to me. Let's figure out this-," "There's nothing to talk about," She cut him off, beginning to smack her blade against the counter harder.

"Okay… then fight it out with me?"

Clove thought his offer over. This would give her a chance to do some more training, to do something other then this stupid class. She shook her head. "Let's go," She said before grabbing her bags and swinging it around her shoulder and then throwing her knife to the front of the class, the metal tip piercing the stone wall and shaking in its place. She smiled to herself as she stormed out the class and towards the gym. Cato smiled to, loving her sassy attitude. He just shook his head, trying to hid his smile as he followed after her.

"Cato!" The teacher called out after him. "Just…. don't kill each other,"
"No guarantees," He smiled before running out the room.

Down the dark stone halls, turning left and right, seeing her across the short meadow. He trailed a few feet behind her. She walked into another stone building turning left and pulling one of the double wooden doors open. She flipped the lights on and threw her bags onto the ground carelessly. Cato walked in, closing the door behind him and locking it. He then reached down, taking his shirt and quickly yanking it over his head, showing off his golden muscles that gleamed in the bright lights. There was only a thin white tank top that covered his broad chest.

Clove was know in the middle of the training matt, her face a mask of boredom. She pretended to yawn as she tapped her foot eagerly, her thin yet toned arms folded across her chest.

"You ready or do you want to take off more clothes?" She asked.

"Since you asked?" Cato smiled but didn't take off anything else. He just walked up to her. "Ready?"

Clove only answered by throwing herself at him. Her foot hit his knee as she used that to propel herself up into the air. She quickly threw a tiny fist at his face but he grabbed it and wrapped his other arm around her body, smacking her onto the ground.

"You have it wrong. You don't understand," Cato said as he pinned her arms down over her head, sliding his strong body over hers, feeling the curves of her body.

"Oh I do," Clove said before kneeing him in the gut and kicking him off, quickly getting back up on her feet and began circling him. "You love her." Clove snarled before ramming her body into Cato's, knocking him back down onto the ground.

SMACK

She was on top of him, her feet burying into his wrists and painfully pinning them to the ground.

"You kiss her. Sleep with her. That's technically how I met you. Walked in on you to." Clove spat before punching Cato hard across the face, her fist coming in contact with the cheek bone and bruising it. Cato barely flinched, he only raised his arm, wrapped it around her neck and threw her to the floor like a rag doll before climbing back on top of her, forcefully pinning her down so there was no way she could kick him or knee him. When she was completely helpless Cato leaned in and kissed her.

To bad they didn't know that they weren't alone. Foxface silently gasped from behind a one way window in the back of the gym. She snuck back here every day to practice yoga and study. She knew the Game makers would want to hear of this, after all this was what they were wanting. Cato to find his partner in crime. Now he has. Foxface would be rewarded for this. Maybe she could even negotiate getting out of the Hunger Games. Every kid in Panem who was gifted was sent to this school but that doesn't mean they wanted to fight. Some of those kids who didn't want to fight decided they wouldn't participate in the training but you can only go so long without training before the Game makers and principals torture you. If you continue not to partipcate, the torture gets worse and soon leads to death. So Foxface participate. She thought she could warn Cato and Clove, tell them not to have feelings for each other so they might not have to fight in the Games in the same year, they could actually have a chance at life together. But this was her only chance to get out of this hell hole and away from the Hunger Games. She took that chance and betrayed them.

This should be interesting.

*FINALLY i'm back! I missed you guys so much! I am so sorry it took so long to update, my parents suprised me with that vacation. In my mind i pretended i was on a writing tour visiting all my fan fic fans haha! But yeah the vacation I had an okay time. Lot of interesting moments. Like this one me and my mom where waiting for a taxi and the taxi driver came up, took my moms bag to help her, looked at me which im exhuasted and look like a mess cause i have to carry my bag which is heavier then my moms and is BROKEN, like it doesnt even roll cause the wheel broke. He looks at me, sees me struggling, says hi and then continues to walk to the taxi! Lol anyway back to the story. Yeah i realized i threw in Foxface but you'll understand how she fits in soon enough. I hope you guys like the new chapter :) i LOVE all the support, THANK YOU SO MUCH!