Author's Note:

I have finally posted this! I changed my pen name just so you know, so now it's MochaIceCream. this is the first story that i have put some language into so beware! now you know why it is rated t. so thank you for all the views! sit back and enjoy.

Someone walks up to me and thrusts the arrow out, then laughs. I lightly open my eyes to see a drooping figure. My sanity is lowering, so I open my eyes a little wider. It's clearer now, and I think that the person standing there is Katniss. I roll over on my side and mutter Peeta's name while sticking my arm out towards the cave. She steps on my arm and I grab her ankle.

"What do you want?" I ask her.

"I want to kill you." She replies.

I'm not ready to die. I tug on her ankle and she stumbles and trips, landing on her side. Then I remember that Peeta was looking for her.

"Peeta is looking for you."

"Do you think I care about him? I never did. I know that he has a crush on me, he's been stalking me since I was five!"

Surprised and creeped out, I get up and the blood rushes out of my brain too quick, so I hold on to a tree for support until the moment passes by.

"Well, he's still looking for you. He's in a cave over there, sleeping. I'm just trying to get over to my team. I didn't really expect this."

"What did you do to him?" she asks almost angrily.

"I rubbed some healing cream on his injured arm. That's all." I said, putting my arms up.

She blew a stray hair out of her face in annoyance and pointed her index finger in my face.

"You're lucky this time knife girl, but the next time, you'll be sorry." She says, hissing on the s.

She pushes me out of the way and starts swerving her way through a path of bushes towards the cave holding the injured Peeta. I never expected her to be so snotty and rude, I mean like, she's from District 12. No one is rich there. I'm walking now, watching out for lurking tributes nearby.

'Quit this Clove. You're tougher than almost everyone out there, even Katniss." I think to myself.

I rarely listen to myself, but this is serious. I've trained for these games longer than Cato has, and I'm scared of some wimpy tributes? Come on now, you've got to be kidding me. I start running, but I get tired too quick and continued my usual pace of walking.

I hear faint noises of laughter and chattering, so I must be close. A quick color of bright orange whirs past me and the trees rustle softly. What the hell was that? I pull out a long serrated knife out of my belt and wait for impact. I happens again only whatever it was stays on the tree in front of me. Well that was smart. It's green eyes shine brightly in the moonlight. I turns to me, stares at me for only what seemed like a second, and it started leaping from tree to tree again. I put the knife back in my belt and continue walking towards the Careers' campout. Cato is the first one who notices me when I step out of the lush forestry.

"Clove! What took you so long darling? We started to get worried." He says a little too seductively.

I pisses me off that he called me 'darling' because me and him are not a couple, nor close friends or relatives. He pulls me into a light hug in front of everyone and he pecks me on the lips. Now is when I flush in anger.

"Look Cato, I didn't come here to be your little girlfriend to show the whole world of Panem, I came here to fight to the death. I don't care about your damn sponsors either. Now if you excuse me I have some killing to do." I walk away angrily with my knife back in my hand.

The games have just begun.