CLOVE'S POV

The four of us have been seperated. Mossia is dressing me in an orange dress. It's not obnoxious, but it's not a pastel either. The entire time she is dressing me, all I can think of is the interview. I can't show weakness. From this point forward I am not allowed to be the girl that Cato has such easy control over. There is one victor; let's face it. It won't be Marvel, and it won't be Glimmer. There are three possibilities- Cato, myself or Katniss; the girl from District 12. Mossia finishes just as Brutus arrives for an escort. Cato is with him, just like last time. The two step into my room and she leaves. Brutus looks at the two of us. He disappointedly sighs.

"It took me a bit to figure it out. But I did." He jabs two fingers towards Cato and me.

"Cato leaving your room in the morning was the final give away. Both of you two are old enough to know how this game works. There is one victor. One. Tonight if there are any questions about relationships back home; you two are to reply with a firm no. Make it convincing, no matter how Caesar tries to pry. Understand? One victor. One survivor."

Cato and I exchange a glance. I exhale loudly and start to size up Cato. One victor. It will be me. Neither of us say a word on the elevator. Brutus stands inbetween us, probably as a reminder. The districts line up from one to twelve. It's silent while waiting to be escorted up the stairs to Caesar Flickerman. Glimmer goes first, Marvel follows. There's a television on our level to watch, but neither of their interviews are anything special. District one is done. Which means I am next. Put your game face on. You are Clove. Ruthless, fierce Clove- at least that's what I have been told. I'm escorted and introduced to the Capitol crowd. Flickerman starts with the questions. My interview concludes without any mention of a home relationship. From downstairs I watch Cato's.

"I'm good to go." are the only real words I hear him say. It's the first time tonight I have really looked at him. He's in a midnight blue suit, similar to Flickerman's but it has been modified. The jacket fits him just barely. The shirt underneath shows off his chest almost perfectly. Stop. One victor. Just one. When his is over, Flickerman holds his arm up in the air- as if he just won some kind of fight. He comes to join Brutus and me. Now he can't look at me. Once upstairs we finish watching the interviews. It's the frist time I really get the girl from District 12's story. Apparently she volunteered for her sister. Even promised to return home a victor. How pathetic. The final interview is with the boy from her District. His name is Peeta. Flickerman asks him about a girl back home.

"I'll tell you what Peeta, you win this thing and when you get home; she'll have to go out with you."

"Thanks, but winning isn't going to help me."

"Why ever not?"

"Because she came here with me."

CATO'S POV

"Because she came here with me." That makes two of us, but only one of us made a broadcast of it. Brutus clears his throat. That's when Clove goes after him.

"WE CAN'T PULL A STAR-CROSSED LOVERS- BUT DISTRICT TWELVE CAN?" Brutus chuckles and raises his voice.

"DO YOU THINK THE TWO OF THEM WILL BE GOING HOME? NO."

Her words are becoming ice. "IT'D BE WORTH A TRY, FACE IT YOU HAPPEN TO BE STUCK WITH A PAIR OF LOVERS BRUTUS."

He steps closer to her. "I'm the mentor. You're the tribute. And if this thing between you two defines you as lovers; why was Glimmer in his shirt the first night?"

Now it's my turn to be apart of this conversation.

"DOES THAT MATTER?" Clove's expressionless. No one talks.

CLOVE'S POV

Brutus is inches from my face.

"I'm the mentor. You're the tribute. And if this thing between you two defines you as lovers; why was Glimmer in his shirt the first night?"

Cato jumps in. "DOES THAT MATTER?" My facial expression drops. No one speaks.

It does matter. Brutus is right; we aren't star-crossed lovers. We aren't lovers period. If we were, Glimmer would have never been in his shirt. She would've never been in his room that night. The silence is becoming heavier in the air. I snap out of the realization that has just hit me. My eyes wander from one face to the next. I swallow hard and leave the room via elevator. I don't choose floor one, I choose TC which still happens to be lit up. The doors close; both of them look like they have a million questions, but I can't answer. I can't admit how right Brutus is, or how in the wrong I was for laying down next to Cato.

HEY! I am sorry for the short chapter, and for not updating as quickly as I was. My senior year just started, and I just was hired at my first job. I already hate it and am looking for another. Not that y'all care. Anyways thank you for all the reviews, keep them coming- just keep in mind I am the writer. I do take the ideas and suggestions into consideration (such as the idea to make Cato raging, not just a little mad), but I will not be using all of them! I hope y'all understand. Okay! I hope you keep reading! Keep following, favoriting, and most of all reviewing. Happy hunger games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

-L.