Ok, so here is chapter twenty four! I was really surprised how many of you loved Baron in the previous chapter, and you'll be happy there is some Baron/Katniss in this one. And also for those of you who are still confused about who Annabelle is, you'll find out soon enough, but most of your guesses where confirmed in the previous chapter. Anyway, please enjoy and tell me what you think, REVIEW !:)

Katniss POV:

'' And then, Derek stops the car!'' Victoria exclaims enthusiastically, while taking another sip of wine. Yes, wine,''So, there we are covered in snow, in the middle of nowhere when Derek takes out a small box out of his front pocket, kneels down in the snow and pops the question.''

There, she's at it again. Narrating another memorable moment from 'Victoria's and Derek's adventurous days.' Tea time was over a long time ago and tea cups have been instead replaced with wine glasses. If I have to sit through another story, I will fall asleep. It's not like my eyes aren't already threatening to shut. I have school tomorrow, and I keep picturing myself in my warm, cozy bed.

I take a look around myself. Rupert and Cecilia Tate are leaning on the sofa, listening attentively to every word that drips out of Victoria's mouth. Annabelle is twirling her hair around her finger and fluttering her eyelashes in Cato's direction. I scoff, obvious much? My head snaps in Baron's direction. His eyes are looking directly at Victoria with a small smile lingering on his lips. As if he felt eyes on him, his head tilts in my way and his emerald eyes stare into mine. I immediately move my head and decide to look at Prim instead which makes him chuckle. I shift uncomfortably in my armchair, noticing another pair of eyes on me. I look up and see Cato glaring daggers at me, his mouth set in a firm line.

'' I think that's enough stories for one night,'' Derek chuckles nervously, clearly feeling uncomfortable in this situation.

''Derek is probably just embarrassed,'' Victoria raises her voice while playfully shoving his shoulder ,'' He has always been a bit shy.''

The comment gets a few chuckles, including Derek's nervous one.

'' Well Derek, It's getting late, we better be on our way before I take another glass of wine,'' Rupert chuckles, while looking at his wife.

''It was a lovely evening, I'm really glad we've seen each other,'' Cecilia adds, taking the coats out of Bridget's hands and handing them over to Baron,'' I hope Matilda gets well, tell her we're sorry she was absent during this fine evening and that we send our regards.''

Derek nods with a smile on his face, while following them out the door.

'' So, I guess this means we'll be seeing each other more,'' Baron says with a smile playing on his lips while brushing his fingers through his messy brown hair.

I didn't even see him stay behind, and why is he talking to me? I

'' I hope not,'' an evil glint flickers in my eyes.

''You shouldn't be lying,'' he smirks, getting closer,'' It's bad.''

''Look, why are you always starting a conversation with me? I doubt you can't get the most beautiful chick around here, so why talk to me?'' I groan, frustrated.

'' Well, that is very convenient,'' he whispers, moving towards my ear,'' Because she's standing right here in front of me.''

I stand there motionless, while he walks out the door. And for only a second, I let a genuine smile creep on my face.

I yawn, I'm getting pretty tired. I should go up to my room and get some rest. I send signals to my brain to drive my feet up to my room. I pull Prim by her braids and take her up to her room, while I enter my own. I take my shirt and shorts off and I reach out for my nightgown.

''What the hell was that?'' a voice behind me spats, anger evident in his voice.

I turn around and scream my head off. When did Cato enter my room?

''Shhhh,'' he whispers, covering my mouth with his hand.

My heartbeat slows down and I slowly calm myself. I move his hand off my mouth and shove it to his sides.

''How many times did I tell you to knock before entering my room?'' I shriek.

''That would've ma - '' he stops talking, and lets him eyes travel down my body.

That's when I realized I didn't get to put the nightgown I was clutching in my hand on.

''Turn around,'' I yell.

He was about to turn around, but he stops dead in his tracks, angry again.

''Why should I? You're my girlfriend. Or would you rather Baron was in my place instead?'' he growls.

'' What are you talking about?'' I mumble,'' What does he have to do with anything?''

''Well you two were having a wild time earlier,'' he snaps.

''You are delusional,'' I gape. Is he serious? Has he forgotten who was in the room, also? ''What about Annabelle, hmmm? I've seen the way you reacted, and don't try to deny it.''

''She's my past. She means nothing to me,'' he moves closer, a serious expression on his face.

''Yeah right,'' I scoff, turning around and looking in the mirror.

''You know what? Forget it.'' he groans, and I watch him walk out of the door, slamming it.

I continue to look at the stranger in front of me. Who am I? What have I become?