Are you ready? Are. You. Ready?

You guys know I don't make song suggestions, but a great song to listen to while reading the confession and after Cato confesses would be "I'm Not the Only One" by Sam Smith. It fits perfectly in my opinion. The video is either in the sidebar or above.

Cato pushed the door open to the dining hall, and immediately, all eyes were on us. Everyone here was foreign to me.. everyone except Finnick of course. There were so many unfamiliar faces that were weirdly also familiar at the same time. Just too many staring eyes.

I wanted to run and hide, to get away from all of these strangers, but Cato's hand tightened around mine. He must have sensed that I was nervous.

"Don't worry," he leaned down and whispered.

I nodded slowly, even though my worrying was eating me alive, and he led us into the room. The doors slammed shut loudly behind us, as if telling us that we would be locked in the room for the rest of our lives.

"Hello," Finnick spoke up, giving us a sly grin with that beautiful mouth of his. Honestly, how can a man be so beautiful?

Cato immediately plastered on a frown and pulled me closer to his side.

"Hi," I answered for the both of us. Cato was becoming too increasingly angry to speak any words that wouldn't consist of swears and death threats, most of them being geared at the men in this room. As for the girls, of course, they couldn't take their eyes off of him.. off the muscles that bulged out of his t-shirt, his strong jaw line that contracted, or his hard green eyes that gave everyone a hard glare.

My eyes travelled around the table, giving a quick glance at everyone. One girl caught my attention as she gave a small wave and smiled at me as genuinely as she could. Her hair was brown but blonde at the same time with highlights peeking out all around her head. She had a small, heart shaped face with rosy pink lips set into her smile, but what really caught me was her eyes. They were brown, a soft brown but also a sea green.. just like Rue's and maybe even a little of Cato's eyes. They weren't as golden brown as Rue's, but held the same softness and kindness that I got from Rue.

I suddenly was able to recognize her.. She was the victor that won just last year from District 5, at 16 years old by tricking another girl into a pond where she drowned the girl.

I smiled back and continued looking around the table before I stared for too long at her. As I looked at them, I noticed some of the other more famous tributes, though I couldn't remember their names, where they were from and when/how they won the Games.

Haymitch was standing discreetly in the back, smiling sympathetically at me. He was also glaring at Cato like he really wanted to hurt him. I wanted to run to him and give him a long squeeze, but I didn't think Cato would let go of my hand. So, I resulted to waving at him. He gave me a weird look but nodded at me.

"Why don't you two stop standing there like statues and sit down?" one of the victor's asked. She was sitting next to Finnick, staring at us like we were crazy. We probably seemed crazy, standing there gawking at them for who knows how long.

We slowly made our way to the table, Cato eyeing all of them suspiciously. He walked with me in front of him, as if protecting me like any one of them was going to jump up and attack me at any moment. They were all smiling at him, though, as if everyone knew some secret that I wasn't told.

Oh, yeah. That's right, they do know this secret.

Cato and I sat next to one another in the middle of the table, with the blond girl sitting right next to me and Finnick sitting right next to Cato.

It was awkwardly silent once again. Really, what do we say?

"So," a girl with black, short hair spoke up. "How about we stop being so damn awkward and introduce ourselves?"

I nodded my head, glad that the ice was somehow beginning to be broken. We have to be friends with these people for the rest of our and their lives, so we might as well get acquainted.

"Um, okay, well I'm Primrose from District 12. I'm 16 and I won the 74th Hunger Games," I started the conversation by saying. Everyone mumbled a hello... well, almost everyone. One guy kept looking down and the girl with the short, black hair snorted at me.

I looked at Cato expectantly, waiting for him to say something, but he didn't, so I guess I have to do it. "This is Cato, from District 2. And he's my boyfriend."

It felt weird introducing him to anyone because that was the first time that I had done so and called him my 'boyfriend' in the same token. But, it was true, and I loved him, and all that other good stuff..

Cato nodded at everyone and rolled his eyes.

We went around the table from there. There was Finnick from District 4, his girlfriend Delphi, who I had faintly heard of. She was from District 2, which was funny because that's where Cato was from. She kept giving him weird looks and he made a point of completely avoiding any type of eye-contact that she tried giving him. Delphi had stark black hair along with her extremely dark brown eyes. Her skin looked like it had been kissed lightly by the sun with its olive tone. She seemed nice, but also extremely scary with the way she would stare at you for too long.

Anyway, next to Delphi was Johanna from District 7, next to her was Mordecai from 10, who was quiet and only said his name and where he was from and then continued to ignore us. Then came Montana from District 4 who won the Games a year before Finnick when she was only 14, just like him. She had dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes with pretty freckles splayed across her nose. She kept smiling, the entire time, and it was starting to scare me.

Lastly came Sunny, the girl sitting next to me, and then there was me and Cato.

"Well, now that we've all been acquainted, how about we eat?" Finnick said while rubbing his hands together greedily. Delphi smiled and kissed his cheek, but glanced at Cato while she did it.

What is going on between the two of them? I would have to ask Cato.

Once the food came out, we all dug in. It was fairly quiet, but not too much. Delphi and Finnick talked amongst one another, Mordecai stared down at his food, Johanna stabbed at her food hungrily, grumbling to herself about not wanting to be here. The only ones that talked to me were Montana and Sunny.

"So, how do you like the Capitol so far?" Sunny asked with a light smile.

I shrugged my shoulders. I had a feeling that Snow was watching us, so I can't really say that I hate it. "Um, it's different, I will say that. But, I do like that there's so much to do and so many people here," I answered while stuffing my face with turkey. Cato's hand was on my thigh and was dangerously close to restricted areas.

Montana nods. "Yeah. To be honest, I hated it when I first got here. I didn't to be away from family and friends and I wanted my old life back. But now I can honestly say that now that I've been here for a while, I really have come to like it here."

"Really?"

"Mhm." Sunny nods. "I know exactly what you're feeling and thinking because I was the exact same way last year. But it is your home now and the only thing you can do is learn to enjoy it."

She is right.. I have no choice but to enjoy what I have now. I can say that this experience is something that I may never get the chance to have again in this lifetime, so I should enjoy it. Plus, it's not like I'm alone. I'm here with Cato, Sunny, Montana, and even everyone else here that could possibly become friends. Back home, I only had one friend, and maybe now I can have real ones, not like Cherche or ones that die like Rue.

"I guess you guys are right."

"And, it's not like you don't have the hottest guy in the Capitol right now, well, other than Finnick of course," Montana whispers. She glances at the oblivious Cato who gave her his toe-curling smile. Montana melts on the spot. Good thing he doesn't know what she said or else he would not be smiling at her.

I laugh and nod. "Yeah, you're definitely right about that."

"So, what is it like with him?" Sunny asks, raising an eyebrow toward him. I glanced at Cato who stuffed two spoonfuls of cornbread into his large mouth while simultaneously drinking a red liquid. How does he eat like that?

I shrugged. "As good as can be expected," I whispered back. "We both don't know what we're doing, but we're trying."

"Is he good with.. you know?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I laughed, almost spitting my food out, and shook my head, not answering her question. I could feel my blush, remembering...

"Do you know about what he's supposed to be telling you?" Montana leans close to ask, dismissing the last question.

"No," I shake my head. "Why, do you?" I asked hopefully. Maybe they could sneak and tell me so that I can be prepared when Cato tells me.

"Nope. We're just as clueless as you are. Everyone else here knows but us."

"Why would they not tell you?"

Sunny frowns. "Apparently Snow only told Finnick and he chose who he wanted to tell out of us all. I guess he didn't want us to know."

I pout. "Do you know if it's something bad?"

"Oh yeah. It's definitely bad."

My face falls and I play around with my food, all of a sudden not feeling so well. Cato turned to me and squeezed my thigh reassuringly, but it didn't help. What on earth did he do?

"You okay, Kitten?" he leans down to whisper in my ear.

I turn away, not answering. He sighs and stares at me but doesn't say anything about it. He knows what's wrong.

Sunny leans over and gives me a small hug. "Don't worry, we're here for you through anything."

"Thanks." Looks like I've already made two friends.

Everyone finishes eating and stares at Cato expectantly, who was slowly chewing the last of his food. Before, he was swallowing it without even chewing, and now he was eating slowly. I knew it was to avoid the secret for as long as possible.

Delphi was smirking at him, as was Finnick. Mordecai, of course, was staring down at his hands, avoiding us as much as he possibly could. Johanna appeared bored, like she wanted to be anywhere but here. To be honest, I would rather be anywhere else just as much as she does, maybe even more.

Cato dropped his fork and picked up his drink, taking small sips from the full glass. Everyone, even me, stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to stop acting like a baby and just tell me what it is that I need to know so that we can resolve the issue and move on.

What if this is something that cannot be resolved so easily? What if-

Finnick interrupts my thought process. "Cato, it's getting late, and there are other places that we could be. So how about we get this over with so that we can all just go home?" he asked with a sigh.

Cato glares at him and sits his drink down.

"I can't fucking do this," he mumbles.

I pat his hand and nod at him. "Yes, you can."

He turns to me shaking his head. "No, I can't, not in front of all these people."

"You have to," Finnick mumbled.

"Shut up," Cato growled. "I know what I have to do, and if you don't leave me the hell alone-"

"Cato," I warn him, forcing him to stop before he started a fight.

He turns to me with a pained expression. "What I did.. it was so horrible."

"I know, but if you don't tell me, we can't get through it."

Cato shakes his head again. "I don't think you'll want to get through it, and because of that, I don't want to see your expression when I tell you."

"Just say it. Nothing is worse than the wait."

Cato nods and turns his body to me fully. He gets out of his chair and kneels on the ground in front of me, taking both of my hands in his. I frown, confused as to why he has to do this in order to tell me something. He keeps taking deep breaths, trying not to look me in the eyes. Everyone was holding their breaths, waiting for what was going to happen. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe.

"Just remember what I told you, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper.

Cato removes his hands from mine to wipe his sweat on his jeans before taking my hands again.

"Okay." He takes one more deep breath.

"What is it?"

"Um." His voice shakes. "Okay," he repeats.

Sweat is accumulating on his forehead and he looks up at me with so much sadness and pain in his eyes.

"It's okay," I reassure him, even though I know it's not. "Just tell me. We can work through anything," I nod once.

Cato closes his eyes and begins to speak, keeping his eyes closed.

"So remember that day when we were with my family?"

"Yes?"

"And Mum asked me to pick Charlie up from school?"

"Yes, I remember," I nod.

"Well, I did."

I laugh lightly. "I know you did."

"Uh.." his voice shook again. "So, when I got to the school, I waited for Charlie by a bench."

He stops talking and takes another breath. "And? What does this have to do with anything?"

"Oh, he's getting there," Delphi remarked smartly. I ignored her and focused on Cato.

"And while I was waiting there, um, Molly showed up."

Oh.. Where is this going?

"She started talking to me, trying to apologize to me about the note and threatening you. But I wasn't listening to her and was asking her to just leave me alone, but she just wouldn't go away."

I think I know where this is going..

"She, uh, she wrapped her hands around my waist and began..." he stopped talking to me.

"Began what?" I urged.

"Molly began teasing me, the way she would when we were about to have sex."

Oh my god.

"She gave me this.. this look, and then she kissed me."

No.

"And I kissed her back."

I pushed myself away from him.

"I was grabbing her, like I really wanted it," he continued even though I didn't want him to, "but believe me, baby, I didn't want to!"

"Is this a joke? Some sort of sick prank?" I questioned quietly. He couldn't be telling the truth. Nope. This is a lie that Snow is forcing him to tell.

Cato shakes his head no, his eyes focusing on the floor. My eyes go to Finnick, who nods slowly, looking hurt by the fact that I was being hurt right in front of everyone.

I couldn't recollect what was happening, like my mind was telling me to do things without me knowing. All I could sense is my hand reaching up, and I was smacking Cato hard on the cheek. All the anger had built up inside of me, and the next thing I knew, my hand was flying.

Cato grabbed his jaw and shook his head. "I deserve that," he mumbled.

"So you lied to me, and you cheated on me?" I whispered after a long pause of silence. The tears were coming and I didn't think I would be able to compose myself for much longer.

"I didn't lie to you, and I didn't mean to kiss her. She completely seduced me, playing with my body and forcing me into a situation that I couldn't control."

I stand and back away from him. "Oh, please, you and I both know that you can control any situation that you want to. And yes. You did lie to me. You said you actually loved me, that you cared for me and would never hurt me. But last night, you hurt me, and this is just worse."

"Wait, what do you mean 'he hurt you' last night?" Haymitch interrupts. "What the hell did he do?"

"Haymitch," I warned, really not in the mood for anyone to keep interrupting us. I wanted to hear his excuse, even though I won't really want to hear it.

"Kitten," Cato stands, ignoring him while taking a step toward me. I take one back. "I would never try to hurt you."

"But you did."

"I-"

"It's funny how this hurts so much more than glass cutting into your skin," I say with a laugh.

I could feel all the pain in my heart radiating throughout my veins and coursing through me. How could being hurt emotionally feel so much worse than being hurt physically?

"Baby, please." Cato takes another step forward. "You said we could work through anything, that you would love me forever and that you would never leave."

"Well, it looks like you're not the only one that lied," I whisper coldly.

"What?" Cato gasps.

"I can't forgive you. Not this time."

"You have to." Cato reached for me desperately, leaning down to kiss me hard, but this time, I didn't feel it. I didn't feel the sparks, the electricity, the love that came with every look, every touch and every god-damn kiss we shared.

I shoved Cato away forcefully. "That's it. We're done."

"No-"

I turned and walked away from him for the last time. The look on his face was horrible, but I didn't care this time. I didn't have the urge to make him feel better, to make sure that he was okay. It was all gone. I heard either Sunny or Montana tell Cato 'you're a complete asshole' before I heard their footsteps following me.

I made it to an elevator, with the two girls right behind me, and by the time the doors closed with us in it, I fell to pieces, crumbling on the floor in a ball. This was the elevator that Cato and I shared that one beautiful memory. It was before the Games, after my assessment, and I was upset about myself becoming what I would. Cato was in this elevator, waiting for me, and just like now, I was a mess, sobbing my eyes out. But Cato. He was the one that made me feel better. He made me feel important, wanted and appreciated. He kissed me like he would never want to stop and he even told me he didn't want to.

He was the only person I thought I would ever love. But, he is also the one that I don't think I could ever love again. Cato is the worst person to trust to be a first for anything, but I let him.

Everyone.. everyone told me he was going to do this. Peeta was the first. He knew Cato was wrong for me, and even though he himself thought he could be could for me, I wish I would have listened to him and saved myself this pain.

Katniss was the next person to tell me. My own sister, who knows me better than anyone. I betrayed her, all for a boy that I thought I could trust with all my heart.

"Honey, you have to get up," Montana mumbled while trying to pick me up. The elevator had stopped on my floor and both the girls were trying to get me up.

I shook my head. I can't. I want to cherish the moment I had with him in the elevator, the only memory I can think of. I want to hold onto him for as long as I can before I let him go.

"Prim, we promised to be here for you, but we can't unless you don't let us. Please," Sunny pleaded.

Please.

Please, baby.

Baby, please. Just let me take care of you.

He had said that word to me more times than I could count, pleading and promising me the world.

How. How could he do this to me? Was it something I did? Was it us not having sex? He knew my boundaries and I thought he respected them. What was it? I did everything I could to make him happy! Everything!

I can't. I can't forgive him. Not this time.

Um, so there it is. Sorry you had to wait two weeks. but I didn't really have much inspiration and had really bad writer's block. But I did get the chapter to you before I start uni again on Monday, which really is a good thing.

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