Ok This is the day of the Games I know soooo exciting. Haha Um Please review we love it and…bear with us a little bit There might be some grammar mistakes but I hope not!

Peeta POV:

I had let her slip through my fingers, I told her wanted her but it still wasn't enough because I'd confessed my "love" for Katniss. I'll admit I'd thought I'd loved Katniss for a long time. I had admired her strength and beauty for a long time home in district 12. She was so headstrong and brave but…meeting Rianne had changed things. She was my polar opposite. The impossible attraction I felt towards her left me in awe. And the lightest of touches from her could leave me yearning for her.

I didn't know what to do. How could I go into the Hunger Games portraying a lovesick fool hopelessly devoted to Katniss when I was head over heels for Rianne? And how could I make her understand that I really did love her? I would not rest until she realized that part of this act was strictly for her. With Katniss and I center stage with our romance she could fly under the radar the way she'd always wanted. I needed her to win even if it meant the death of me.

Tala POV:

"I have to leave," Thresh said quietly as three sharp knocks sounded at my door. I took some vindictive pleasure I knowing my prep team and even possibly my mentors would have to see Thresh make his exit.

"Ok. I guess I'll see you soon then," I muttered, putting on a brave face. Seeing through my mask with ease he gave me a smile. He pressed my lips to mine in comfort, holding me just a millisecond longer than he normally would.

"Don't worry. I'll find you," he whispered against my lips; slipping on his pants and shirt as the knocking grew in urgency. Thresh gave me one last loving look before he twisted the door open.

"Good morning," he said gruffly to my array or "workers." Finnick moved aside for Thresh to pass with little emotion displayed.

"Well that's one way to say thank you I suppose…" Finnick said as he watched Thresh leave. He sauntered into my room lightly eying me.

"Hey a little privacy here," I begged of him as I pulled the sheets more securely over my body.

"Um no. You need to start getting ready. You missed breakfast entirely but I did manage to smuggle you some scones," he informed me wistfully, dumping one raspberry and one blueberry scones on my bed. I picked up the raspberry, nibbling on the end for a moment before taking a huge bite out of the soft, warm bread.

"Thanks. But won't you even leave for me to get dressed?" I huffed.

"I'll turn around but quite frankly I don't know that I trust you to be alone. Last time you were given that privilege you lost your virginity the day before you went into the arena to fight for your life." His voice held a high amount of both disapproval and amusement. He turned on his heel facing the wall and I cautiously dropped my sheet and stood up.

"How do you know I was a virgin?" I demanded.

"Intuition," he responded with a shrug as Flava stepped forward a placed a charcoal gray jumpsuit on the edge of my bed. The small glint of light told me she'd also brought my mother's ring. I slid it on my finger with a smile and winced as my throbbing lower half demanded my attention.

"Best decision I've ever made," I told him absently as I slipped the fabric over my head.

"Do you realize how much more challenging the Games will be now? Good luck trying to flee," he hissed. "Just…just get away from the Cornucopia as fast as you can. You have more sponsors than even Channing thanks to Thresh's little stunt last night."

"Well I repaid him with my own little stunts," I smirked to myself when I heard him groan. After I had readjusted my jumpsuit and came to terms with the way it hugged my curves like skin I gave Finnick the ok to turn around.

"Now listen Tala. It's important to continue this 'sexy' thing you've got going on especially when you're in the games. You need sponsors and the more skin you show the more you get."

"My body, my rules." Maybe it was just knowing that Thresh was mine, and that he loved me beyond the sanction of his own life that empowered me to this point.

"Do you plan on relying entirely on Thresh?" Finnick sounded beyond displeased. I eyed him coldly for a moment before turning from the room.

"Wait, Tala, Listen," Finnick commanded, grabbing the crook of my elbow to keep me in place. "Listen! What if this was all just…some well thought out ploy from District 11 to get you off your guard?"

"And the sex Finnick?" I demanded, my eyes burning with tears.

"Side benefit?" he suggested smoothly. My mouth dropped open in shock and I snatched my hand back.

"Ugh as if you would know! As if you could fathom real love. You're in 'love' with a crazy person!" I put as much venom into my voice as possible, the possibility of Thresh using me seeping in like acid. I might have been preoccupied lately but I could still see the way Finnick looked at Annie…and I wanted to hit him where it hurts.

"Fine then," Finnick said in an eerily calm voice, trying to calm his stormy expression. "We'll found out soon enough." I nodded in acknowledgment and walked towards the elevator. I jammed my thumb into the down button and let the tears fall. I refused to believe that Thresh had used me simply for his own personal gain or manipulated me (and all Panem) in the hopes of getting me killed off. I could never think that off him. My movements were purely mechanical as I stepped into the elevator.

"Great," I sniffed to myself as I decelerated.

"You are so conceited," Channing's voice made me jump.

"Bet you didn't even notice me." He muttered as the doors opened. "Bye sex kitten. See you soon." The evil glint in his black eyes told me that that was a threat.

Rianne's POV:

This jumpsuit was ugly as hell but better than anything I'd been forced into so far. It wasn't a hideous green but once I remembered why I was wearing it it became the most unattractive piece of cloth in the world. I would kill people while wearing this. I looked down at Mallard, noting his serious expression and how it contrasted so severely with the childlike persona he was playing on. I walked over to him and grabbed his hand I smiled at him; squeezing his hand affectionately before letting go. It was time.

I followed my designer into my hovercraft and before I knew it… I was standing on a platform surrounded by a vast landscape that mostly resembled a tropical rain forest. I looked around me and saw all the other tributes mounted on platforms like me. I looked around me for Mallard; he was my only ally, my only friend. I stopped my search when I saw him on the other side of the Cornucopia, looking for me as well. When our eyes met I knew I would fight for him, he was just a child he didn't deserve this. Furthermore he was my child I felt as if Mallard was my son, dependent on me for protection, for comfort.

As soon as the horn blasted in my ears I took off at a rapid sprint. I was running out of breathe but I continued on. I was one of the first one at the weapons. I grabbed a backpack and set off toward the swords, they were my weapons of choice. I saw Thresh the built male tribute from District 11. He was a fierce competitor undoubtedly, one that could overpower me easy. He was killing a tribute with no more than a rock. He yelled the word "Go" and seemed terrified. Wait. That didn't seem right; he didn't get scared did he?

I looked around and saw Tala looking back at him with pleading eyes. Ah so that's what it was. With another order sent in her direction she took off into the trees, looking like she would have rather been killed then and there then leave him. She had saved him but she would definitely be the one to bring about her downfall.

Tala POV:

"Remember use your talents," Kadence said swiftly. She was still kind of put out about me wearing Thresh's jacket and publically disrespecting her.

"By that you mean be as tramp like as possible?" Her purple eyes flashed to me and a feline smile spread over her face.

"It's what you do best," she said disdainfully as the tube appeared to collect me. She didn't wish me good luck as I stepped inside.

"Fuck," I muttered, shaken as the tube moved me. I was standing on the platform with shaky legs, studying the world around me. Green, lots and lots of green. I was positioned right next to the golden horn. Light bounced off of it and into my eyes but I squinted so I could see, scanning the other tributes for Thresh. He smiled confidently when my eyes met his and jerked his head toward the woods. I copied the motion and pointed towards him. The smile fell from his lips and he became unnaturally busy with memorizing the intensely green trees around him. Oh. My. God. He was going to stay and fight!

Since I had been placed near the horn I could probably grab a weapon or two but I wouldn't have much use for them and that would probably result in pursuers. Besides I didn't care about that, all I wanted was Thresh to come with me when I ran.

BOOM!

A lot of things happened at once. I was released from my cylinder. I stumbled down just as a knife whizzed past me, cutting off a lock of my pitch black hair. How had someone assaulted me so quickly? I turned towards my attacker only to see the boy from District 8. He had another knife raised and aimed at me. He looked almost apologetic. Not like he was sorry to me exactly, more like he was sorry he had to kill me without fucking me first. My body was frozen, paralyzed with dear.

'OhmyGod I'm the worst tribute ever.' I thought with disgust. Just as the boy made peace with his decision to kill me and moved to flick his wrist: he was gone. The black haired boy dropped to the ground with finality. I knew I was still rocking the deer in head lights look as my wide eyes landed on Thresh. He was staring down at the dead boy, face full of disdain.

"Thresh," I called in a nearly inaudible whisper. His eyes flashed to me so fast you would think I was shouting. I could see the fear he held for me…and the love. His grip on the rock tightened.

"Go!" he barked at me in a voice full of authority.

"Thresh I—" Cato and the others began to close in.

"Go. Go NOW! I'll find you," he ordered, this time his voice was kinder though admittedly, frantic. I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest as I nodded my consent. I ran towards the trees, grabbing up one of the few back packs on my way. I didn't think I had any followers so why was every step I took away from him like tearing away a piece of my soul? Oh yeah. Thresh.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. OhmyGod!" I chanted to myself as my feet pounded on the earth below me. I didn't know where I was going, I didn't care. I was just running; that's all I knew how to do. I was sad to see that even my burning side and parched throat could distract me from the pain in my heart. Tears threatened to overflow but I kept them at bay, stopping in my consistent stride and leaning against the trunk of a tree.

"Thresh," I whimpered. I let my body slide down the trunk until my lower back hit the moist soil below. How could I have left him? I had to go back! Which way was north? I put my head in between my knees and wrapped my arms around myself in an awkward one sided hug.

"Lost without your body guard?" A voice close by asked. I jumped up, clutching my useless backpack. It was Katniss.