okay, yay! i finally got around to update this! i was at a friends house last night and couldnt update yesterday. im not going to be able to write the bottom comment for this because im running late and barely have time to write this. but i love writing for fanfiction and couldnt let this slip through my fingers so easily.

REVIEW! -jaybayray123 :)

"now, all you have to do is smile and wave like I showed you two…" it turns out that beetee is actually extremely good at making people like him. he has that nature that makes people want to talk to him, I'm thinking he should have been a therapist or something.

"okay beetee," answered a calm dodge next to me. He was wearing the same thing as me like I guessed, but instead of a dress, had a one piece leotard that went to his knees and came out to his elbow in the shirt.

"knock 'em dead!" victor called from behind beetee as he chatted to the victors from districts one and two, trying to make an alliance. I smiled at him quickly and looked at beetee for more encouragement…mostly because victor wasn't supplying that to well right now.

"you two will make an impression, have fun! Or at least look like your having fun," he added with a small quirky glance at dodge.

"royal will have no problem…but I will, so I'm just going to stay like this for a while…" beetee smiled, dodge had obviously just proved him correct of his own secret suspicions.

With that, the horses started to go forward, making me jerk and almost fall off the front. If it wasn't for dodge, who caught me around the waist quickly, I would have been run over by nine other carriages before someone would have seen the decapitated poor tribute from three creating that speed bump they just so happened to run over.

"thanks!" I gasped as he helped me right myself on the shaky floor of the chariot.

"anytime, ally," I stared at him, but he was staring at something else ahead of us calmly with a serious expression on his face.

We came out third of course, so I put on a genuine smile and waved happily to the crowd. Dodge remained still the whole time, obviously trying to become a sturdy victor.

I blew kisses, stuck poses, and waved at everyone I saw. Soon enough our chariot was on the giant screen at the end of the circle. I was laughing and having a great time when it ended.

Turning to dodge I said, "I think I made an impression, don't you?" he nodded slowly, eyeing something from behind me. I turned and saw the small girl from 12 just getting off her chariot, wearing nothing but-…nothing…just black shimmery dust.

"dodge!" I clapped my hands over his eyes and he pawed them away quickly, not taking his eyes off of the girl from 12. I searched him, trying to dog my way through his brain and figure out his motives, but that seemed impossible considering it was dodge…the hard headed jerk that I call my district mate. But surprisingly I saw something in his eyes. There was an awe in them, from her nakedness or something else I'm not sure. They had a certain softness in them, one that could make anyone melt. He had a fermiliar look to him, I couldn't place it, but I know that look he has on his face.

"lets go say hi…" he breathed, walking in her direction slowly, his legs shaking with every step.

"but dodge!-" he was halfway across the space between them, and wasn't going to look back at me until he got to that girl. Sighing, I followed, running to catch up with his quick and lively pace that was set with determination in her direction.

"hello…" he said nicely, and I stumbled to hold back my bewilderment that he spoke something nice for the first time in his life.

"hi…" she whispered timidly, throwing her arms over her chest protectively. "you two look normal…" she observed, glaring at her stylists across the hall.

"not exactly normal," I told her, starting to pick at my already dry and cracking oil substance.

"but better than ours," she nodded at her district mate who joined her. He found a towel and had it around his middle. With a quick motion, he handed one to her and she had it around her in literally half a second. Dodge and the girl drew slightly closer to each other, observing one another closely.

"what's your name?" dodge said breathlessly, looking at her as if she was a rare species of jabberjay. I know that look… suddenly it hit me and I almost fell over, attracting the curious eyes of the boy from 12, which had the same slightly glazed look in them as well. Victor gives me that look all the time, I give it back to him too. The way the girl shies away and looks as if she blushes is like when victor kisses me inappropriately and I turn red. The way they seem naturally drawn toward eachother… they were in love…. GOD! And they are both going to die.

"clate," she whispered, elbowing her black friend who coughed through his fist and a puff of black air came out quickly.

"Kodak." He whispered again, smiling at me slightly as he eyed me up and down. Disgusted, I patted dodge's shoulder and telling him I was going to go take five showers or so. Dodge didn't even look at me, so I shrugged and walked towards the elevator silently.

"wait!" came a voice as the doors opened and I stepped inside. Kodak ran through them at the last second and stood against the wall next to me. Others started to file through the doors as well, filling in the large space reasonably.

"what about them-"

"I think they were seriously hitting it off." That concluded my suspicions entirely in half a second.

"I knew something was up with dodge….he wasn't acting normal…" he laughed as I observed his features. He had a small nose, it was extremely normal. He had fair lips, but they were obscured with black lipstick and powder. When he smiled, he had really white teeth, and his blue eyes shone every time he looked at me.

"so…you didn't tell us your name," he stepped closer to me. I observed his height compared to mine. He was about three inches taller and it made me feel super small and vulnerable.

"royal…" he smiled, " and I will thank you to not ask any more questions…this is all you should ever know of me…" his hand lifted as if he was going to say something-

"ah, district three?" I never figured out what black boy was going to say because the boy from four walked up to me again.

"I was thinking about you the whole ride…" he smiled trickily as he eyed Kodak, "so, cheating on me and your mentor with him?" he was laughing, but I didn't find it funny, and neither did Kodak who turned to me with an odd expression.

"you have two boyfriends?" I was about to say something-

"actually-" district four said, flexing his muscles intimidatingly, "she was aiming for three." I pursed my lips, set my shoulder's back, and shoved through them to walk to the other side of the elevator. I bumped into some tall guy who turned and immediately had a seductive smile plastered on his-…gorgeous face… I hid my amusement well, but couldn't help a smile that slid onto my face suddenly.

"your Finnick Odair… aren't you."

"yes…and your royal Clearwater, from district three, right?" the way he looked at me brought a laugh out of my lips.

"yes,"

He eyed me with a large smile, "your amused, amused…but not seduced? And how are you not seduced? I'm younger than you, yet taller, your gorgeous, but I am sincerely gorgeous…" shaking my head, I patted his hair down.

"I have more willpower than a lot of the girls anywhere. You'll find a select few who are…immune if you may say, to your looks. I never liked someone for that reason anyway

"so you're the royal victor never shuts up about? No wonder! His looks are nothing compared to mine!" he laughed and patted my shoulder, making my smile fade quickly. I couldn't tell he was joking, I knew he was because that would be cruel. He must get away with this kind of humor all the time because he seems accustomed to it. girls must go gaga over him and forget he is actually speaking words. True, he is rather fetching…with his bronze hair and those sea green eyes, but I couldn never admit I liked him. right now, I hate him. he isn't that smart at all, good looking, yes. But smart? No I don't think so. Soon he covered up with: "he loves you…truly.."

"yes he does, and I wont be the one to hinder it." I spat, looking away. I knew he didn't like what I said to him, but I don't care, we are on level three anyways, so I walked out of the sliding doors without another word in his direction.

When I got to my room, I plopped on the bed ignoring my oily state and stared at the ceiling.

"stupid odair, always trying to make people sleep with him like he deserves it, making bad jokes and making fun of my boyfriends looks. Stupid. Victor is the best guy ever. I chose him! Not you! Get over it…just because no one LIKES you," I paused, "okay…wait…everyone likes him… think more carefully royal, no slip ups…" I stood and walked into the bathroom. I started turning on the water but froze… there was someone in the room…

I scrabbled backwards and hit the closed door hard.

"hey," he whispered, smirking rising to his feet. I recognized him as the boy from one. He was still wearing his white gem inlaid skin tight suit. His eyes shone as bright as the blue sapphires that dappled his chest, but I don't think that they were from the lights that shone heavily down on us.

"how did you get in here?" I breathed as the door knob dug into my lower back.

"the door?" the boy laughed slightly, as if my question was the stupidest one he has ever heard.

"your from one! The victors will be looking for you later if you don't show up you know!" he didn't seem to care as he moved towards me slowly.

"I wanted to talk to you…about something important…" flashing his teeth seductively, he advanced more on me.

"stay away from me…I'm not kidding-…district one…"

"I'm crown."

"…that's convenient. With my name being royal and all…"

"yes…but your not exactly royal are you?" his nose wrinkled in disgust as he fingered some of that oil substance which started to peel like wax on plastic.

"that's my name…it doesn't mean I'm a princess or something. Your name is crown! Your not headwear are you? I thought not…" he laughed a little, and eyed me trickily.

"so anyways.." he stepped even closer, making me press harder into the wall to evade his grasp.

"I will thank you to PLEASE get out of my room!" he seemed taken aback, but recovered immediately.

" I came here, to ask you to be in the career pack with us… it couldn't wait until tomorrow…"
"we haven't even trained yet! How do you know I'm not horrible at everything!"

"I don't think you could be horrible at anything…anything-at-all…" he stepped forward fully, planting a kiss on my lips and backing away, "enjoy your shower queenie," I had a gaped mouth as he pried me away from the door and walked out of it calmly.

I immediately jumped in the shower, rinsing the stuff out of my hair. It took about four washes, but it came out for the most part. It was halfway off my skin anyways, so I didn't have to scrub to hard to get it off my arms and legs.

When I got out, I wrapped the towel around me solemnly and stood under the hairdryer quickly as it blasted me dry.

"why did he kiss you?" I froze again, getting slightly angry that people kept coming into my room unannounced. I turned around, and saw victor in the doorway.

"you think I wanted him to victor? I don't know him, he'll probably die anyways. I love you victor, don't think twice about my accusations."

"accusations?" he advanced on me, his arms stiff poles at his sides. "you are in no place to make accusations of that guy! He wasn't even supposed to be up here! He kissed you, I saw it!"

"did you see anything else? The part where I asked him to leave? The part where I told him to stay away from me? The part where-" he came closer, getting up in my face and hissing irritatedly.

"royal! This isn't about all that, that would have been fine on its own, but no, you had to go and kiss him!"

" you think I kissed him!" I yelled in his face, mine was getting slightly red with all the anger building up in my head. my veins pulsed angrily in my wrist and my heart rate was twice its normal speed.

"yes, yes I do! I watched it didn't I?"

"apparently not FULLY victor! You didn't see him corner me against the wall and kiss me before I could do anything about it!"

"that didn't happen! You didn't-" I shoved my palm, the other was holding my towel, into his chest and forced him to go through the door. He backed away with a sudden look of surprise.

"just- stop talking to me!" I slammed the door, hit the lock with my pointer finger, and started to feel tears well up in my eyes quickly.

"royal!" he called through the door loudly, hitting it with his fist. I sat down on the floor, staring at the door as it pulsed under his fist. After a few minutes, he stopped hitting the door and knocked on it softly with his knuckle.

"royal? Royal..im sorry, please, open the door," victor crooned through the door, obviously trying to make me feel better.

"no!"

"come on,"

"no victor!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't understand…"

"who are you to make accusations?"

"I'm sorry…"

"stop talking…" he did, but I didn't expect him to. Victor never listens to me, he is a headstrong guy with a whole lot of willpower.

After a long time, I put my robe back on and heard him start to knock on the door again, Maybe because of my movement.

"royal?" I didn't answer, my mouth couldn't form words and I felt angry about it.

"royal!" he sounded a little worried, anxious, caring…loving I might add…

"ROYAL!" he hollered through the door, immediately starting to bang on it loudly. I forgot the situation and ran to the door, throwing it open and staring at him with disbelief riddled in my attitude.

"royal!" his eyes were closed, and he swung his arm at the "door" again, but instead, his fist found home on my forehead. I fell backwards, feeling really stupid as I slid across the smooth tile floor of the bathroom.

"oh god!" he said quickly, appearing in my line of vision with the ceiling as I slipped out of consciousness.

I opened my eyes after a while, the window next to my bed showed the sky and its pitch black hues, apparently I have been out for a long time.

The door opened, as I looked around I found myself in my room, and victor walked in slowly, looking guilty.

"what happened?"

"I sorta…punched you?" I smiled a little until my head started to throb painfully and I winced.

He came and sat on the side of the bed, "hey look," he grabbed my hand, "I'm sorry…I really am… and I was going to give this to you later, but I may never have the chance. I was so worried about it the whole time, you wouldn't go to sleep on restless nights, the nightmares happened to often, the way you cried when you woke up and I wasn't there. It was painful to watch you in pain, I hated it, I still do. Mostly because i" My expression softened, I didn't know he was this unstable.

"victor?" he had looked away, but returned his gaze when I said something.

"I wanted to give you this…and ask you something with it…I was going to wait until after our nineteenth birthdays passed because I thought we wouldn't be ready… but since I punched you…and I kinda sorted out that plan BEFORE you got reaped…I was wondering…" he pulled out a small circular band, I wouldn't call it a ring, but it had a music note on it.

"victor?" I asked again, studying his face calmly.

"will you marry me once you get out of that arena?" there was a silence between us for a long time, his eyes were shifty, looking around awkwardly as if I wouldn't say yes to him, and go make out with crown.

"yes victor…of course…"I managed to chirp quietly. he smiled, and leaned forward to give me a hug.

"I love you.. I promise I'll get you out of that arena alive. I promise." I smiled again, but winced as it caused a slight headache that seemed appear from nowhere.

"oh, I'm sorry," he planted a tender kiss on my forehead, where a bruise is obviously starting to form. Sighing, I slid down so I lay flat on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"its fine, its fine."

"okay then, maybe you should get some sleep. Pretty eventful evening, huh? I heard you met finnick odair tonight," he cracked a grin, which made me laugh a little.

"yes, he was truly a pissy little-"

"he is really nice when he isn't playing the 'seduce you!' card. Trust me, he is actually a pretty good guy. When he came on the victory tour he sat next to me at the small dinner district three was able to conjure up somehow. He was really nice! He was just an extremely good looking normal boy, nothing more."

"I still don't like him as much as I would like to."

"well at least you don't hate him,"

"he said you had some good comments about me."

"I probably didn't shut up about you, he didn't shut up about this other girl and how she wouldn't notice him or something. I think her name was annie. Bring her up the next time you two are relatively alone and watch for his reaction."

"tell me more about that dinner victor!" I pleaded, sitting up to fast and giving my headache another reason to bring a round of intense pain upon my skull.

He spent the next half hour talking to me more about him. turns out he isn't in love with his string of lovers here in the capitol like we all thought, but a normal girl back home in district four. Victor said he wouldn't shut up about her. I found him more likeable after our conversation, and smiled a little more as victor climbed into bed with me.

"excited for your dress tomorrow? It ought to be pretty, I heard its black! You look ravishing in black," I smiled wider, planting a kiss on his temple as he stared at the ceiling with his arm around my waist.

"possibly. I'll give 'em all something to look at alright!" he laughed, responding to my kiss and planting one in my hair. He lingered there though, as if he was smelling me.

"you definitely will…" he finally got out as he snuggled a little closer and shut his eyes. suddenly i got a sharp pain im my head. it felt like a knife being stabbed through it roughly, with it twisting and turning forcefully. agony set in, i dont know why, but i think he hurt me in another way than just a headache.

"VICTOR!" i screamed, making him jump back a little. soon he was on his knees and looking down at me were i writhed in pain.

"what!" i started to moan loudly,

"VICTOR! ohhhhh..."

"stop it!" he laughed, thinking i was joking, "people next door, who is beetee and dodge i might add, are going to get the wrong idea!"

"help me...make it stop!" i yelled at him, and his eyes something in his eyes snapped. he knew i wasnt kidding.

"what do you want? an-an ice pack? some...some pain meds? WHAT! anything!"

"anything!" soon enough i felt a cold wet mass being placed on my forehead. the pain was to much. i couldnt bare it anymore

I moaned as tendrils of sleep curled through my brain. something wasnt right with it, but i let my thoughts slip away, hoping that if I slept the whole night, something good would come out of it.

"i'll get a doctor! just hang tight for a moment!"