I just couldn't shake off the fact, that even if I sacrifice myself to win, that I would also do that for Peeta. And then it just clicked inside of me. Something I never ever could have thought of before. I was in love with the boy from 12.

Clove's POV

I couldn't fall asleep. I just couldn't. When I closed my eyes, I felt dizzy and it felt like I just stared into a burning light for an hour and tried to close my eyes. I just couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned around. I couldn't figure out why I couldn't fall asleep, but my Top Ten Reasons were these:

I was pregnant.

I was thinking about Peeta.

I was pregnant.

I was thinking about Peeta.

I was pregnant.

I was thinking about Peeta.

I was pregnant.

I was thinking about Peeta.

I was pregnant.

HEY WHADDAYA KNOW? I was thinking about Peeta.

Go on. Take your pick. I know, it's hard to choose between ALL of these MANY choices. But overall, I think it's either because I'm pregnant or I was thinking about Peeta. I just had that feeling. Ah well.

"WAKE UP!" I woke up to the sound of someone telling me to wake up. Wow. Never thought I'd say those 13 words in my whole life.(And yes, I know that EVERY SINGLE one of you is now counting the words…LOL) When I opened my eyes, I saw Cato crouched over me, nudging me while telling me to wake up.

"Whaddaya want, Cato?" I grumbled as I turned over.

"The others are asleep. This is the perfect time to go hunting." He replied.

"Really? I mean, really? Cato, it's like," I glanced at the sun. "6 in the morning!" I told him carefully, like I was talking to a kindergartener. "Exactly." Was all he said. And then he walked out. I love you Cato, but sometimes, I swear you can be such an annoying person. And then I heaved myself out of the bed.

The first thing I did was splash my face with some water from the lake. Then I tied up my hair, pulled in about 5 knives, and put on my jacket and my knife belt (which had like, 15 different knife0holding thingies. SA-WEET!) and I was good to go.

Cato took the lead. He was looking at the ground the whole time. I wonder was he was thinking about. Did he know I have a half-crush on Peeta? Anyway, I kept thinking of what he was thinking (Man, I have to stop it with my choice of words!) until we reached a cave that was 25% percent covered at the entrance, and it looked 100% intended. We shared a glance. Someone was in there. We went in. The crippled boy was lying there, sleeping. I nodded at Cato. I slid my knife in, then drew a little squiggle in his leg when he woke up, his eyes glaring.

"So you're giving us the silent treatment, huh?" I said. Stupid boy. I'm going to make him break even harder. I looked over at Cato. I could tell he was having the same thoughts. And that's when it turned into a battle.

"Whoever breaks him first gets first pick of dinner." I announced. He smiled.

"If you think I'm going to lose, my dear Clover, then you're wrong." THWACK! A knife flew past him and landed in the rock behind him, cutting off some hair with it.

"Never call me Clover." I snarled. And with that, he drew his sword and stabbed it in the boy's thigh. His eyes glazed with pain, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. We took turns. After, I completely cut off his leg before I realized that was the crippled leg. Dang. I just gave him a favor. Then Cato took his arm. Then I raised my knife and stabbed it through his ear. Cato then cut off his other ear. I glanced at the boy. The light was fading from his eyes. WAIT! NO! I HAVE TO BREAK YOU FIRST! So, without thinking, I stabbed my knife clean through his cheek. The tip and an inch more showed up in his mouth and he finally screamed in agony and pain. I felt bad. I nodded at Cato as he nodded at me, the signal to end his misery. We raised our weapons.

"One…" I said.

"Two." He replied.

"Three!" we said it at the same time as I plunged my knife into his neck while Cato went for his heart. The light blacked out in the boy's eyes and the cannon fired instantly. I pulled my knife out and Cato drew out his sword.

We smiled.

"I won."

We were trudging home. Again, there was no communication. When we got there, 1, Phoenix, and Peeta were having a feast. They stopped in the middle when they saw us. My knife still dripping blood, Cato with his sword over his shoulder.

"We were just-" Marvel started. And then Cato ripped the bacon out of his mouth (yeah, yeah. I know. Bacon. It was the only thing I could think of! If you guys can think of another thing, then please write it in a review, and then I'll edit it!) and threw it into the distance.

"Who told you to eat? Who told you do have a feast without your own leader saying THAT YOU CAN?!" his voice grew louder.

"Well, I'm sorry that we were hungry and started to eat while you guys were probably having fun out there." Marvel retorted. How much stupider can 1 get? And I was right. With a roar, Cato tackled Marvel. They rolled around as Marvel took out a spearhead and Cato took out his sword. Marvel rolled Cato over and sat on him as he whipped out the spearhead and stabbed Cato in the arm. That caused Cato to jerk his arm and he let go of the sword. Marvel took that moment to leap off of him and throw the sword off about 200 feet away to the left. Cato leaped up. "My sword. That was my favorite sword." He said. He started walking to go get it. As he passed by Marvel, he spit in his face. He kept on walking. He had reached the sword, picked it up, and brushed it off when all of a sudden, a wall of fire sprang up between us.

"CATO!" I screamed. I saw him. He was alive. And that's when it hit. A fireball came out of nowhere and hit the ground next to him. That ground must have been some roots because they caught on fire. And the fire crept up the tree. And Cato didn't notice. A branch fell, but Cato didn't notice. And then the whole tree started to fall over, fire engulfing the whole thing. That's when he noticed. But it was too late.

"CATO!" I screamed his name one more time as he whipped around to see the tree, and crashed down with the tree on top of him.

Hiya everyone! OMG, I know I haven't updated in like, a BILLION years, but I had MAJOR writers' block and TONS of homework. Did this sound cheesy?I think it kinda did. I SWEAR next time it will be AWESOME, to make up for the last 2 chapters. ALTERNATE ENDING, GUYS! ALTERNATE ENDING! Think about that, and since Cato got smushed by a tree, you finish the puzzle. I'm kidding, he won't die.

So I got my FIRST EVER BAD REVIEW! I guess some people don't like my stories... :( But it's okay I guess. It tells me what I have to fix. So I'll update the story when I get around...30 reviews? Maybe 27? I have 21 right now (I'M LIKE SO PSYCHED I NEVER THOUGHT I'D REACH DOUBLE NUMBERS!), so maybe around thirty. JUST 9 REVIEWS! I know it sounds like a lot, and I'm sorry, but I have tons of work and I need a LOT to motivate me. So thanks for reading (as always), PLEASE REVIEW (as always), and HAVE A GREAT WEEKENDDDD!