I get comfortable in my seat as Caesar announces Cato. He stands up and confidently struts to the front as the women in the crowd cheer extra loud when he winks towards a section at the front of the stage. He sits down, and answers Caesar's questions very straight forward.

He is asked about how prepared he is for the games and he answers cockily "I'm prepared, I'm vicious, and I ready to kill." This response earns some cheers from the men in the room, rooting on the most popular male tribute, or so I've been told by Enorbia.

I'm the second most popular female tribute, according to our stat boards. I'm right behind that skinny, little twig from District 12. And the only reason for that is because she beat me in the game maker sessions.

I zone out for most of the remaining parts of Cato's interview until Caesar asks him the same question he asked me. "I'm sure that all of these ladies have noticed by now how handsome you are Cato, but, is there a special, lucky lady rooting for you to win so that you can return home to her?" Caesar asks him.

"Well, as a matter of fact…there is." Cato says and half of the women in the room sigh, although I'm not sure if it's out of disappointment or not. "Care to elaborate? Or are you keeping it secret like your District partner?" Caesar asks teasingly. "I think I'll go along with Clove for now." Cato says with a wink.

I briefly wonder about this girl that he's talking about, but decide to just ask him later. "Ladies and gentlemen, Cato!" Caesar shouts as he raises Cato's hand up in the air before Cato walks back to his seat by me.

For the rest of the interviews, I'm too busy trying to figure out who the girl Cato was talking about is. I run names through my head, but none of them were ever very close to Cato. But, the more I think of it, the thought of him being with someone else makes me mad.

"Who the heck is this girl? What makes her so special to him? Is she the reason he's trying so badly to go home?" These and more questions run through my head enough to make me dizzy. Finally, I've had enough of it and just ignore any other thoughts I have about the subject.

I turn my attention back to the interviews just in time to hear the end of Peeta's last question. "So, tell us Peeta, do you have any special girl waiting for you to come back home?" Caesar asks him. "No, not really." Peeta answers shyly, looking at anything but the crowd and Caesar. "Oh, surely, a handsome lad like you must have a girl. Come on, tell us." Caesar tries prying harder.

Finally, Peeta gives in. "Well, there is this one girl I've had a crush on forever. But, I don't think she even knew I existed until the reaping." He says sadly. "Well, I'll tell you what you do." Caesar begins as he leans in closer and acts like he's telling Peeta a huge secret.

"You go in, win this thing, and when you go home, she'll have to date you. Huh? What about that hey?" He finishes excitedly while the crowd cheers. Suddenly though, they become silent as they notice the expression of sadness on Peeta's face. "I don't think that's going to work….because, you see…" he starts.

"She came here with me." He finishes as the crowd draws in a sharp breath and a few people let out small cries. The cameras suddenly turn to Katniss who has a confused, then suddenly angry expression on her face.

"Oh, well that is a disappointment, isn't it…"Caesar fades out. "It is" Peeta agrees sadly. "Well, Peeta, I wish you the best of luck. And, may the odds be ever in your favor." Caesar says as he stands up and shakes his hand before saying goodnight to the cameras and audience while we're all escorted off of the stage.

I don't get a chance to see what goes on between the two from District 12 though, because they are immediately ushered up to their room before anyone else can get onto the elevator with them. Cato and I catch the next one and ride up in silence to be greeted by a beaming Enorbia and pleased looking Brutus.

"You two did fabulous!" Enorbia exclaims as she hugs me while Brutus pats Cato on the back. "Um, thanks." I say as I try to release myself from her grip. I glance over at Cato and see that he's focused on something other than all of us right now, and I realize that it's probably that girl he has back home. Suddenly, I get so angry, I have to excuse myself and I storm down the hall to my room without even saying goodnight to anyone.

I slam my door shut and slide down in a crumple of a mess. I'm actually shocked that I begin to cry. "How could you do this to yourself? You knew you didn't have a chance. Just because you've been friends for as long as you remember doesn't mean he can't see other girls." I say to myself as I feel as though my heart has been torn.

I feel pain, bitterness and jealousy, but most of all, betrayal. Cato led me on this whole time, thinking I was someone special to him, only to turn around and slam it in my face. I decide then, that I don't' want anything to do with him at all anymore.

I can get along just fine on my own in the arena. I will go home. I will be District 2's lone victor and I will bring my family honor. If that means killing Cato in the process, then so be it.

I manage to regain some composure and take a quick shower, washing off my puffy, red face with cool water. I change into pajamas and climb into bed, hoping I can at least get a little sleep before tomorrow. It's no surprise to me though that at 1:30 am, I'm still wide awake.

I wander around the apartment for a while, then decide to go on up to the roof for some air. I open the door only to see the last figure I want to see right now leaning over the railing of the roof, looking down into the street.

I realize that he probably hasn't heard me yet, so I turn around slowly and reach for the doorknob, but he speaks before I can go away. "Hey, can we talk?" he asks innocently. "No, you have nothing to say to him." I tell myself as I turn the knob.

"Please?" he asks again and this time is facing me.

I slowly walk over to the rail and look down without ever even glancing at him. "Go ahead. Talk." I say coldly, waiting for him to speak. He lets out a sigh and turns back towards the rail while standing so close to me I can feel his body heat in the cool air.

"Who is the one you have back home?" he asks me quietly. "I could ask the same of you." I reply back icily. "But, I asked first." He recoils. "There wasn't anyone. It was you." I say bluntly, just getting to my point. He inhales sharply and I can tell that wasn't the answer he has expecting.

"Well, the key word, was." I continue on "Not anymore, due to the fact that you have your own little miss priss waiting for you to come home, and probably fawned all over her television when you announced it to the whole nation."

I say rudely. "What was this to you? Some kind of game? A sick joke where you make your best friend fall for you only to stomp all over her for some extra attention?" I can feel myself getting more heated as I get closer into his space. "What was that in the hall? 'Oh, you're so amazing and beautiful' "I attempt to mock him in his voice.

"Did that make you feel like a man?" I question him as I glare right into his eyes, searching for something I know that I won't find.

"Well, answer me!" I almost yell at him and I can begin to feel the tears pooling up again. Suddenly, he does the last thing I ever expected him to do. He grabs the back of my neck, and smashes his lips against mine.

I am shocked, to say the least, but he doesn't move, just waits for me to respond. I pull away from him slightly, knowing that I probably have a very confused expression on my face at this moment.

"Um, what was that?" I say breathlessly, feeling the blush rise up to my cheeks. He looks at me with something I haven't seen in his eyes yet.

"You. It's always been you. You were the one I was talking about. I couldn't ever be with someone else. Don't you see? "He says quietly, searching my face for an answer.

I take a minute to process what he said, but all I respond with is a short, shy kiss back.

"So, I take it you feel the same way?" he asks jokingly as he rests his forehead on mine. "Yeah, I guess I do" I say with a smile as he kisses me one last time before releasing me.

We stay up on the balcony for a few more minutes, just staying close to each other, until we decide it's time to go to bed. Cato gives me a piggy back ride down the stairs and walks both of us into my room without even asking.

We get into bed and he scoots over to me to kiss my cheek, and then lays flat on his back to sleep. I roll onto my right side and get comfortable. "Well, This just made things a lot more complicated." I think before dozing off.