Author's note: OMG, I had totally forgot about deleting the rest of the story! Really, I always delete the parts I've already posted, but I forgot! I'm so sorry! Fixed it!

Fourth Chapter

"So, Cato, end this horrible curiosity that I believe we all have: is there any girl special waiting for you at your home?" Cato kept his mask on but he couldn't help but let his eyes wander a bit to the place he knew Katniss was. She quickly smiled at him and in a second she had an uninterested look on her face. That reminded Cato of what he had to do.

"No, Caesar." He smiled cocky at the crowd and winked at some random girl in the crowd. Katniss pretended she didn't felt the sting of pain and jealous in her stomach, even though she knew he was acting.

"Oh, come on! You're a nice, good-looking guy and there's no girl in your heart? There has to be!" Cato winced and looked at her. The girl waiting for her time to sit on the same chair he was sitting. The girl he loved. He said everything before he even noticed what was happening.

"Well, there's this girl I like since I was eleven years old. She's beautiful and brave and she's the strongest girl I know. She's my best friend and I love her with all my heart." He said and took a deep breath, not daring to look at where his girl was probably looking at him clueless. He heard as the crowd went all 'WOW' and he swore he'd heard girls crying.

"Well, does she know it? I bet she does! And she loves you back too; who doesn't love Cato Krieger?" the crowd screamed and Cato smiled again, thinking about how he would be kicked after that. "You know what I think you should do? I think you should win the Hunger Games and dedicate it to her."

That was when Cato caught himself. "Um, actually, Caesar, winning wouldn't be too good since, well, she's from another district and" he took a deep breath and looked at the backstage, where Katniss didn't even know what to do. "She's here with me. I'm sorry, Kat."

The crowd went wild and Katniss' face appeared on the screen while she just wanted to punch Cato until he begged her please. He never begs. Her face was the best, cause since she had no idea of what to do about what had just happened, her face looked silly like love.

Katniss' POV

As soon as Cato stepped out of the stage, I tried to run gracefully as a swan, but when I saw I couldn't make it, I just ran towards him. I started slapping him without even caring about the other tributes and their managing groups there. "What the fuck did you do? You're not stupid, Cato, so I think it would be better of you to have a plausible reason."

"I wanted people to know that you're mine." He said, his natural cockiness making its appearance. I bet my face was filled with resentment and indignation, even though in my conscience I was finding it cute, but I continued to slap him.

"So then you made me look weak." I guess the hurt in my eyes and voice got him with his guards down. His lips quivered and his hands made their way to mine, holding it as I reluctantly stopped fighting him.

"My love for you makes you look weak?" he asked, looking right into my eyes and I flinched by the intensity in his. I shook my head lightly, leaning and resting my forehead against his.

"They know how to hit us emotionally. They'll use you against me and vice-versa." He side-smiled and made this cute little face, so un-Cato.

"Awwww, you're worried about me!" he whispered, making fun of me and I slapped the back of his head, grinning.

"Stop mocking me! This is serious, we'll be together. We need to." He smiled as I just showed my maturity by sticking my tongue out at him.

"You don't have to worry about me, babe. You should be worry with yourself, not me. I'll be fine." I looked suspiciously at him. The only sound we were hearing was from Peeta's interview with Caesar, remembering us of the people who still stared at us. Some looked with hate, others with jealousy and there were others whose just seemed to be lost in the whole story.