Hey guys! :) Who did you dress up as for Halloween on Wednesday? I was McKayla Maroney:) So, I decided that I'll be able to write a new chapter on Fridays and either update that night or on Saturday. (Because school is STRESSFUL!) I told you that I would put a list of the countries that replied, so I have 1) The United States, 2) Australia, 3) United Kingdom! That's so cool that I have the Aussies and British following this story! :) I'm thankful for each one of you! Thank you guys sooo much for the reviews! I hope you enjoy chapter 11! (I have some exact quotes from the book/movie in this chapter, so ALLALLALLALL of the rights go to Suzanne Collins! Also, Lionsgate gets rights too. :)

Chapter Eleven:

Cato's POV:

We just sat there for 5 more minutes: Silent, and holding each other. Every so often, I would hear Clove whimper, and I would just hold her even tighter.

I forgot that our prep teams were waiting for us, so Clove's just burst through the door. They saw us in each other's arms and gasped collectively. After an awkward silence, Ferila finally spoke up.

"Cato, darling! Out, out, out! We need to get Miss Clover ready! Your prep team is in your pigsty of a room, waiting for you to come."

I shot Clove a look meaning, Oh no he didn't use my nickname for you. I felt like punching some Capitol butt. Besides, I didn't want to leave Clove.

Sweet, yet oh-so-feisty Clove. The girl with red, bloodshot eyes, and reddened face. The girl carrying my baby.

Ever since she was little, she NEVER cried. In fact, she never showed any emotion to anyone but me. But now, I guess because of her hormones, she cried quite often. Her face was almost unbearable to look at without crying myself.

I waved back at Clove and saw a single tear run down her face. I wanted to run back and kiss her passionately, but I had to keep reminding myself.

Cato, you're not a worthless idiot with pity for people. Not enough to cry, anyway. You're a brutal murderer who came here for nothing more than to kill off everyone and be crowned victor.

I wanted to believe those words, but they were only half true. Sure, I wanted the crown as much as anyone, but was it worth losing my girl and my unborn child?

I walked down to my room in complete silence with the old song that our ancestors listened to thousands of years ago, Need You Now By: Lady Antebellum, stuck in my head.

I silently went over the lyrics in my head as I marveled at how the lyrics relate to me and Clove perfectly. Well, except for the "I'm a little drunk" part. I might as well follow in the steps of District Twelve's mentor and be that too.

Once I reached my room, the prep team grabbed me in different directions, which I thought was madness, but the chaos was just beginning.

Clove's POV:

As soon as Cato walked out and closed the door, my prep team went mad. Silent tears came from my eyes as they squealed over my sensitive, pale skin, and my raven hair.

"Oh, I wish we could die your hair red and pink. Everyone would just DIE!" Of course, this came from Kareen.

By this time, my tears had stopped and I was counting to ten. No pink… no pink… no pink….

"Oh, and baby pink skin! It would be just darling!"

That made me object. RED hair was enough, but PINK hair and skin?!

"Okay, hold it. I HATE pink. You make me wear or dye ANYTHING pink, and you die." This time, they didn't laugh at my rude remark, because they know that I have a knife.

Oh sure, you're not allowed to have weapons with you unless you're in the training center or the arena, but Brutus slipped me my favorite knife right after dinner on the first night. It has Clove carved into the cherry wood handle and has a cruel, curved blade. My mother gave it to me on my 5th birthday. The year before they died.

Instead of laughing at me, the team just went back to their work. Washing my hair, painting my perfectly shaped nails, and doing my makeup.

Once they were about finished, Victor walked into the bathroom with an elegant, emerald green dress and silver heels. The dress was strapless with silver accents. It had a sweetheart neckline, and an A-line bottom, with a beautiful beaded top. The shoes were 5 inch heels with tiny diamonds and emeralds bedazzled into the crossing straps that crossed across my tiny feet.

Once everything was put on my petite body, Victor went to doing my hair. He decided on a kind of braid that crossed across my head and gathered at a beautiful bun at the top. He then placed tiny diamonds and emeralds in the braids. When everything else was complete, I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

I was no longer a tiny 15 year old that was pregnant and hopeless. I was a beautiful woman- powerful and perfect.

They spritzed on some perfume and finally led me down to the second stage- one that had maybe seven thousand seats in front of it.

They lined up the tribute by district, girl then boy. Cato met me in line and gasped.

"Clover, you look beautiful." I smiled at him weakly and replied, "Not looking too bad yourself..."

He laughed and I desperately wanted to kiss him, but we had to keep our reputation for the games.

I instead got my mind focused on the upcoming interview.

Each person gets 3 minutes to answer the questions, no more, no less, so no time for stage fright.

Once we heard Caesar's booming voice welcoming the audience, Glimmer was led first to the stage. Glimmer was the blonde from District One. Ridiculous name. Everything she said tonight made every Capitol guy drool and want her for himself. I rolled my eyes. She was going for sexy, with a high IQ, which we ALL know she DOESN'T have.

I looked at Cato to see that he had turned his head to make sure he wasn't staring at her gorgeousness. Smart boy.

Marvel, the boy from her district, went next. I didn't really care about him except that he was really tall and smart. Need to watch out for him in the arena. Maybe we'll all team up.

I was shaking as it was my turn to go, but I put my familiar scowl on my face anyway and sucked it up. I was led to a chair beside Caesar.

"Welcome, Clove! You're looking very beautiful tonight!" The whole crowd cheered in agreement.

"Thank you, Caesar. I am happy to be here." I said, trying to make sure I had my scowl on and sarcasm in my voice.

"I'm sure you are. Now, tell me Clove, how old are you? You're one of the younger ones, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm actually 15. I may be tiny, but don't EVER count me out. I have a knife always in my pocket, and I'm ready to kill. You never know which one of them…" I pointed out to the line backstage, "will be killed by me first."

Everyone cheered and some even looked really scared.

"Let's see, the family section on your info said none. Care to explain to us why?"

Crap it. What do I say? "Yes, well my family was killed when I was a little girl. But don't worry, I'll avenge their deaths when the games start." I winked and pointed my finger out to the audience as I said it.

"Whoa, I'm sure you will." The bell then rang. "Thank you, Clove! We wish you the best of luck in the games."

I nodded and walked off of the stage. Cato gave me an approving glance and I sat down in the seat marked "2" on the front row a few seats down from Glimmer and Marvel.

By the time I regained my composure, Cato was already sitting with Caesar, the crowd going wild.

"Cato, Cato, Cato. Quite an entrance you made there. I'm guessing, like you're district partner, that you're also a brutal fighter. Elaborate?"

"Yes, well I'm very good with a sword, I can kill someone with just one quick snap of the neck, and I am going to win that crown. I've trained for this upcoming moment my whole life. Just watch my training score this week."

He then blew a kiss out to the audience and they went insane. Some fainted, thinking that the kiss what meant for them, and some tried to reach out to CATCH the non-tangible kiss.

"So, Cato. Any "special someone" at home? You must be one of the most handsome tributes here. You HAVE to have a girlfriend. Tell us."

I half-heartedly wished that he would say me, but we would risk our lives if he said yes.

"Well, Caesar, first of all, I am THE most handsome guy here, and second, I wish I could say yes, but now, no. I'll have the pick of ANYONE when I get home." He winked out to the audience towards me, and I knew that it meant for me, but again the audience reacted in a huge way.

The bell rang and he came and sat beside me.

I whispered to him, "Great job. I really wish we could be open about our relationship, but I guess it's for the best." He nodded in agreement. We just put back on our signature scowls, and watched the other tributes.

Most of the tributes were really hard to pay attention to, except for a couple exceptions. A red haired, fox-faced girl from 5, who was super smart. A 12 year old girl from 11 who is quick and can climb really well. A strong guy who must be 6 foot 9, also from 11. Unusual for his district.

The fire girl from 12 went next. I learned that her name was Katniss. She spun in that dress and it caught on FIRE. Everyone loved it. Again, I rolled my eyes. She talked about her sister, who she volunteered for in the reaping and I smiled.

I leaned over to Cato and whispered, "Her sister is going to be hurt when she realizes that Katniss isn't coming home. Let me have her." Cato raised his eyebrows in return and looked down at my stomach. Sure, I'm not in the best condition to fight, but what choice do I have? "She's mine, Cato."

He shrugged his shoulders and watched as the boy from her district came on, whose name was Peeta. We listened intently.

"Welcome, Peeta! What do you think of the Capitol?"
"Well, Caesar, it's very different from home."

Caesar raised his eyebrows, "How so?"

"Well, for one thing, the showers are different. Do I smell like roses to you?"

They spent a few seconds smelling each other, which the audience loved.

"So, tell me Peeta. Any special girl, back home? Handsome guy like you must have one."

Peeta shrugged, "Well, not really." After some urging from the audience he finally went on. "Well, there is this one girl that I've had a crush on for FOREVER."

"Well, Peeta, you win, and she'll have to go out with you." The crowd cheered in agreement

A frown replaced his smile, "Well, thanks, but I don't think winning will help me in my case. She came here with me." The crowd went silent, and finally gasped. They cried and they screamed for the game makers to stop the games.

Then it hit me, he meant KATNISS. WHAT?!

We can't go as a couple, but they can?! Ohhhhh, they're going DOWN in the arena.

And suddenly, my anger made me forget all about my pregnancy problems.

There you go! A new chapter! Please review! I also have a trivia question for you guys! What color were the avoxes' outfits in the movie? First to reply in a comment gets the next chapter dedicated to them. PLEASE REVIEW! Look for Chapter 12 probably around Friday or next Saturday. (Who knows? I might get it done sooner. I doubt it, haha. Finals are coming up! So far, I have all A's except for ONE STUPID, WORTHLESS 83 in Physical Science. Sorry for my ranting. I'm not bitter.) Love you guys! Please review! :)

-T