A/n back to Cato's POV. And I realized that I messed up the order of events in the Hunger Games. Oh well.

Damn cameras.

Damn hormones.

"CATO!" My stylist yelled.

"Hmmm?"

"We need to get you ready for the chariots. And scrub the scum from 12 off of you."

I cracked my neck.

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

I tried my hardest not to punch her in the face.

"She is not scum." I said through my teeth.

"Whatever you say."

We walked down the long halls of the confusing building.

They sat me down in a chair and started scrubbing me.

For what seemed like hours, they styled to me to the Capital's version of perfection.

When they finally let me see myself in mirror I saw the most ridiculous thing in my life.

Gladiator costumes?

Seriously?

I got onto the chariot and saw Clove wearing the same thing.

We were about to leave when I turned around and saw Katniss.

She was in all black.

Her hair was up.

She looked more beautiful than the night sky.

She smiled at me.

I winked at her.

She started laughing.

Then dough boy gave me a death stare.

"Wipe the drool off of your chin, lover boy." Clove snickered.

"Shut up." I said.

I put my hand on my chin just to make sure that she wasn't kidding.

Good.

Nothing there.

"Only someone who is really in love would check that out." She laughed.

She was right.

I really am in love.

In love with Katniss.

Ever since the forest.

"Ready?" Our trainer said.

"Of course." Clove said.

I saw the most devilish smile I had ever seen in my whole life.

"Cato?"

"Yeah." I breathed.

I heard the Seneca's booming voice over the halls.

Time to go.

I saw all the people cheering us on.

But why would they cheer us on?

We were children.

Murdering.

No.

Slaying other children.

And they didn't seem to care.

They all thought it was cool or a joke.

We were almost at the end of the track when I heard the whole audience gasp.

I turned around and I saw Katniss and cake boy on fire.

On fire.

How the hell is that even possible.

He grabbed her hand and put in the air.

While holding on to his.

She looked pissed.

She doesn't even look at him.

He leans down and whispers something in her ear.

She looks even more pissed.

I wanted to run out of the chariot right then and there and punch him in the face.

"Calm down, lover boy." Clove whispered. "If you punch him, you won't get any sponsors."

She was right.

How the hell is she always right?

We finally made it back to the halls.

Interview time.

All the stylists start scrubbing my skin again.

They scrub until my skin is redder than a tomato.

"Ready?" they ask me.

I nodded.

They left and I looked in the mirror.

I was in all black.

Just like Katniss was earlier.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce the hunk of Distract 2. CATO HARPER!" Caesar Flickerman said.

I walked up the stairs of the stage and once I was in sight, everyone went crazy.

I sat down in the oddly shaped blue chair.

"So, Cato, what's 2 like?"

"Its fun really. I mean everyone knows each other."

"Sounds very close."

"It is. My partner, Clove, I've known her since she was six."

"This must be hard. Going in with a friend."

My mind traces back to Kat.

"Yeah. Especially when she's from another Distract."

"What?" Caesar said.

Did I really say that out loud.

"Who is it, Cato?"

"Well you see. Caesar."

I started pulling on the collar of my dress shirt.

"Someone's nervous." Caesar laughed.

"Yeah."

"It must be a girl."

I chuckled.

"She's more than a girl." I whispered.

With that the bell rung.

I walked off of the stage.

I didn't even pay attention to the other interviews.

Clove talked all through Katniss' interview.

I didn't mind.

She was going to talk about Prim.

Then icing boy came on.

I didn't even bother listening.

Then I heard him say.

"Well it's because she came here with me."

"HE IS DEAD!" I screamed.