Clove POV

I let the steaming hot water fall down my back, making my skin bright red but I feel nothing. As always, I'm feeling nothing but emptiness as my mind attempts to process the drama these past couple of months have brought upon me. wow, has it really been three months? Everything has changed so much since my games.

My victory tour has been extremely boring, whizzing through districts 12, 11, 10, 9 and 8. Each district has its own emotional problems. Like 12 seemed Angry, 11 were furious, 10 were desperate, 9 had an infuriated vibe and 8 were rebellious? I'm not exactly sure as to whether anyone else noticed but me being me, I noticed.

Cato and my's relationship is defiantly more defined now that we have spent more time together. Well we have been living together but now it's that we only really have each other to talk to with all these capitol freaks lurking around.

Knock

Knock

"hey clovey?"

"yeah I'm here"

"well I know that stupid, I was asking you a question" a smirk playing on his lips.

I roll my eyes, "yes catie?" I say with my more sickening sick smile

"does my butt look big in this?" seriously?

"ummm…..really cato 'does my butt look big in this''

"yes, but if you'd prefer that I ask some capitol attendant I'm sure they would mind at all"

"ughhhh fine. No it doesn't" his cocky smirk once again showing.

"I know, I just wanted to make you look at it"

"is that really what you want to talk to be about" getting agitated.

"nope" popping the 'p'

"oh my gosh cato just tell me now"

"ugghhhh no, now I think I wont".

"AHHHHHHHHHH YOU SUCK CATO"

Districts 7- worn out

District 6- enraged

District 5- anxious

District 4 – mostly laid back

District 1- snobby and sparkly

And finally district 2;home –Victorious

All too slowly, my victory tour comes to an end where I must attend one last party at the capitol. This is just for all my sponsors.

"you look gorgeous clove"

As always, my amazing stylist has transformed my petite, satisfactory figure into one of a luscious and almost desiring state. I do in fact look beautiful.

I'm wear a red, strapless, floor length dress with a low backline and an open strip up my right side of the dress. The dress sparkles along with black sparkly, 6 inch heels, a smokey makeup effect and some swirly up-doo.

Now I think beautiful is an understatement; mesmerizing.

The night drags along with every person wanting just a glimpse of me and doing just about anything for a small chat. I danced with my many sponsors; thanking them for their donations. Around the giant room there are tables filled with food but too be honest nothing seems to appetizing for me.

"you truly look mesmerizing" a gruff voice whispers into my ear which I instantly recognise.

"you don't look too bad yourself" turning around to face him.

"hmmm It's a shame that soon the pretty thing will my ripped off you" haha no.

"not tonight cato, I'm feeling well"

"oh c'mon clove you said that like 50 bazillion times already" he whines like a 2 year old

"twice actually" ha that'll put him in his place.

"mmmmhh fine, you win"

"ha I always do"

"the things you do you me woman"

"ughhhh" I sigh

"and that means two different things" he interjects with a cheeky smirk and wink.

"cato, no. just take me home, I'm done here"

"as you wish m'lady"

Clove POV

How can it be that when I'm finally happy, that something so big and unimaginable could happen every time? I'm not sure but it does. This is happening again, I can't stop it. Well, I can but I won't. It's not that I want it, I just can't kill it. I defiantly am, though I don't want to tell anyone. Something this big is only going to hurt the ones I love most. How can this happen?

Cato POV

"mmmmmmhhhhh" the air in district 2 smells like a local supermarket; too many too count and just like home. I really have missed this place, though not as much as when I had my victory tour, I had clove to remind me of home.

At first I thought that clove was acting a bit strange but then has always had a quick temper. Plus the games change everyone. But now I'm sure that clove is different; like she's hiding something. I don't know but I'm defiantly going to find out. Clove Furhman, you have just been targeted. Hehehehe

Ok so I know that this is short but I'm thinking that during the week days I can write about one page everynight then post it on Saturdays. I'm not sure but please tell me. I want to know what you guys want because sometimes I get really bored with what I'm writing. Review Please and ask questions too.

P.S some of you are really smart hehehehe you know what you know!