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I didn't talk to Katniss for the rest of the night. Now, I just sit at the dining room table making my knife spin in circles while I rest my head on my hand. How did this happen? How did I manage to get myself into such a fucking mess? How did I get myself so off track? Why is nothing going as planned?

The answer to all of those is simple; Katniss Everdeen.

I know now that I can't deny my feeling, but I can't act on them. I am not one to just sit in the corner and hope for the best, that is not my style. I go at my problems full force, but now I am being restrained, unable to move back or move forward. I'm just stuck right where I am.

"Did you have a good night Cato?" Clove is behind me, she has probably been standing there for quite some time now. I lay the knife down on the table and look at her.

"It depends on your definition of good." Clove gives me a look that I can't place; I just stare at her, hiding all of my emotions as I wait for her to answer.

"What happened?"

I give her a smirk, "To be honest, I'm still figuring it out."

"I saw you go out to the patio to talk to Everdeen, what was that about?"

"You saw that?" I don't look at her, I can't look at her.

She moves closer to me, sitting down in the chair next to mine, "Cato, everyone saw that."

"Fuck." I pick up the knife again and twirl it between my fingers, "Well I...I am still trying to figure out her specialty and needed to talk to her about it."

She raises her eyebrow questioning me, "You're changing." She says simply.

"What?"

"You're not who you used to be. You used to me fierce and nothing could get to you no matter how much someone tried. Now, you are quieter and you seem to be losing your temper, which is a good thing and a bad thing." I roll my eyes and look at her as she continues, "What happened? What is going on?"

I let out a sigh; I ponder all the different thing I could do. I could tell her the truth. I could deny it again. I could throw a fit and start yelling about how it is my business and she need to stay out of my life. Or I could just say something to piss her off.

I get up and look at her. Her dark eyes seem lighter and I say, "I'm not the only one who is changing clove." I put down the knife and walk away, back into my room.

I flop down onto my bed staring at the ceiling. I pull out my box of throwing knives that are on the bedside table. I through the knife at the door and watch as it hits the door with a satisfying thud.

3 more days.

I throw another one harder.

Tomorrow we train with our mentors

I throw yet another one.

The next day is the Private Session with the Gamemakers. (And Desert!)

I throw another knife.

The last day we have the Interviews.

Then the Games begin.

I throw my last knife as hard as I can; it slams into the door loudly.

"CATO! STOP THROWING THOSE GOD DAMN KNIVES!"

"Well you're in luck...I'm all out."

Enobaria comes into my room, "Cato, what the fuck are you doing you are going to have to pay for that!"

"Actually I will only have to pay for that if I win, otherwise you will have to pay for that!"

She stops and looks at me, glaring daggers in my direction. "What is going on with you?"

I grab my pillow and pull it over my face, "Why is everyone asking me that?" I yell into my pillow. I heard a thump right over my head; I slowly look up and see a knife digging into the headboard. I look at Enobaria and see that she has her hands on her hips and there is one less knife on the door. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Whatever it takes to get you thinking like a victor again."

"Can you people just leave me alone?" I burst, "Maybe I am not who I was when I first got here, maybe I have changed but I still want to win, I don't want to die! It's just that something has come up but I am trying to get around it right now! So please just leave me alone unless it is a life or death matter."

I watch as she lets out an angry sigh, "Try and figure your shit out, and if you can't, come to one of us and tell us what the fuck is going on, because we have some ideas, but none of us are happy with them." and with that she walks out of my room.

I'm left alone with my thoughts. 3 more days and then only one of us comes out and I am going to make damn sure that it will be me, Katniss, or both of us.