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Katniss:

"Welcome to squad 451 Mr. Soldate," Boggs says curtly and leaves.

It takes me a moment or two to soak in, but when it does, I feel my blood boil with anger, though all my face shows is disbelief and astonishment. Cato whirls around to face me, with a sly smirk plastered on his lips, along with a mocking gleam in his eyes. This is way too easy for him, it seems so unrealistic. This fact only increases my distrust towards him. He keeps his gaze locked to mine as he walks painfully slow to my bedside, his expression silently teasing me. He gets to the edge of my bed and looks down at me. He places a finger on the sheets and trails it up the silhouette of leg. I'd kick his finger away but it's my hurt knee so I'm defenseless against him. I stare back at his face, a scowl forming. I narrow my eyes and snap, "Wipe that smug look off your face."

His smirk fades, but the arrogant look is still in his eyes and transparent on his facial expression. "I guess I'll be getting to know you now."

I sneer at him. I can't believe him, how everything works out in his favor. Something about him just gets under my skin. "I wouldn't count on it. I'm not the most welcoming person, you of all people should know."

He shakes his head and says, "Well I'm your teammate now-"

I cut him off before he can finish. "Just because you got on the team doesn't mean you'll stay on it."

He shakes his head, his smug smile not fading. "On the contrary Miss Mockingjay, my skills are great enough, my mind is quick and impulsive enough, I'm smart, and I saved you. I'm basically guaranteed a spot on the team."

"There is never a guarantee that you will stay on the team," I say, my voice laced with annoyance and pure hatred. "And you do have one disadvantage."

"That you don't trust me?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

I nod, my eyes cold and angry.

"Look, Katniss, I want you to trust me. I don't know what to do, how do I earn your trust? I'm your teammate now, you really should trust me, it should even be a rule," he mumbles.

I shake my head. "When have I been known for following the rules?" I retort sourly.

His eyes are suddenly cold and not nice or inviting. I feel a little intimidated by his icy eyes. His eyes glare at me intensely as he says cooly, "Tell me how that is working out for you when you realize where you are and how your loved ones are suffering."

I feel my heart drop to my stomach, and I feel sick. I frown for a moment, knowing he's right. Then I realize he's just trying to get to my head. I bring my eyebrows back down and sigh angrily. I bring my long wavy main of hair and bring it over my shoulder. I brush my fingers through my hair, and decide I won't let him get to me, or at least I won't let him give me a guilt trip. I take a deep breath. I don't want to talk to him anymore. I'm not in the mood to talk to him. "I want to go to lunch. You can leave now."

He shrugs and turns around to leave. I throw off my covers and look at my body with disgust. They put me in a hospital gown. I hate the exposure. I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I feel the pain seething up my leg again and wince. I take a deep breath and press down on the sheets with my hands and shift my weight to my feet. I stand up for a moment, and I feel unbearable pain explode in my leg. I yelp and collapse on my bed.

I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut. The pain is still pulsing in my leg and I wait until it slowly dies down a little.

"Are you okay?" A voice says.

"I thought I told you to go away!" I return harshly. I open my eyes and stare at Cato standing there, his face expressionless. For someone who everyone says is a charmer he is quite secluded. Though his presence just frustrates me.

He shrugs and says, "Okay. If you say so."

I try to stand up quickly, to prove I can, attempting to make it to the wheelchair, but I collapse again. I see Cato walking out of the room, about to be out of sight, and I urgently yell, "Wait!"

The boys stops and turns to me. "Yes?" he says.

"Comeback," I mumble ashamed.

"Whatever you say," he grumbles softly. He comes back into the room and stands there with his arms crossed.

"A little help?" I hiss.

"Is there a please in there?" he says, probably trying to push me over the edge.

I glare at him in answer, indicating that no, there is not a please. He rolls his eyes and walks over to me and my gaze follows him, slowly as he walks over. I keep my eyes focused on his as he is right next to me, and then I feel a hand slipping under a her thigh. My eyes widen and I slap his arm impulsively and push his chest away. He stumbles back slightly with his eyes frustrated.

"What are you doing?" I demand.

He juts out his jaw. "Don't flatter yourself, I'm just doing what you asked."

I realize his intentions, and prevent myself from blushing due to over reacting. "You don't have to carry me," I say.

"How else do you want me to help you?" he questions me innocently.

I think about it, and know I can't walk to the cafeteria limping, and I hate crutches so that's out of the question. I avert my eyes from him and clear my throat. "Alright, fine."

He stares at me and I slowly bring my gaze back to him. He stares at me in the eyes as he murmurs, "Alright, put your arm over my shoulder." I do as he says. "Okay, good girl," he coaxes, his voice a little too encouraging. "Now..." his voice trails off slowly. I watch as he slips his long slender fingers under my small thighs again, and I fight the urge to squirm at the feeling at his touch. His cold hands, against my hot skin; they feel like ice. Another hand touches my back softly for support. I stare into his electric blue eyes as he slowly elevates me, and I feel something weird in the core of my chest. I can't decide if it's good or bad-it's bad, I answer to myself, stopping any strange thoughts that will invade my mind. I look into his eyes, and he stares back, almost trapping me in a trance. Neither of us pull away, as we dare each other to continue our gaze towards each other. This means nothing, I say silently to him. He holds me up, slightly throwing me up into the air a few inches to adjust his grip on me causing me to break the stare and squirm. He smiles, finding amusement in my reaction to his sudden thrust, and how this angered me and says, "That wasn't so bad now was it Miss Mockingjay?"

I don't answer, I just hold onto him for support and avert my eyes to the ground. He really likes to see me mad. He walks out of my room and into the hospital. All the nurses in the hallway come to the halt, and stare at the new handsome boy who came in and is now carrying the cold and short tempered girl on fire. My face flushes as they all stare daggers at me, and all I want to do is yell, it's not what you think! Though I can't, because that would cause even more gossip. I miserably frown, and just avert my eyes and face Cato's muscular chest under the normal district thirteen attire. The number thirteen on his upper chest just exasperates me to no end, and it taunts in how he got in so easily. I place my hand over the thirteen exasperated, not wanting to look at it. I hear Cato let out a vexed grunt, probably thinking I'm just touching his chest. He most likely thinks I'm insane. The nurses probably think I'm lustfully laying a palm on his chest in admiration, I pray he doesn't assume I'm suddenly turning soft on him because I'm not. I take my hand off his chest abruptly, and look at the ground instead. I smile in a annoyed manner to myself of how I've survived two hunger games and Snow's army; yet I need some district two boy to carry me across the room.

Cato continues walking through the hospital, his facial expression is neutral.

My tangled hair falls behind my shoulder and it lightly touches Cato's arm. He stiffens at the feel of it, but relaxes, as he realizes it's just my hair. "Will you please move your hair?" he asks me not kindly but not rudely. "Get it off me, it's annoying."

I ignore his sly comment, and let go of his neck with one of my hands, and brush my hair back over my shoulder. "I'm sorry," I mutter sarcastically. "You're really uptight, you know that, right?" I critic him.

He raises an eyebrow. "Look who's talking," he replies harshly.

I shrug and say back quietly, "I'm just saying, I see right through you, your whole act, your whole nice guy, because underneath you aren't the good guy."

He snorts. "Oh yeah?"

"Yep," I reply curtly.

He walks out of the hospital and quickens his pace down the clear hallway. He tightens his arms around me, pulling me closer to his chest, and he leans his head down so I have to look at his face. "Well, I think that you, are the same. I see right through you, the whole good intentions and stuff." He sets me down on a decorative dresser on the side of the hallway that's spread out every twenty feet to make the halls feel more homely. I'm not prepared for the departure so when he suddenly props me down on it I nearly fall back but he catches my waist. He holds me there for a split second and our eyes lock. The feeling of his hands clenched around my tiny waist makes me relax for a second. He notices and leans me back up aggressively, with no tenderness in his hands causing me to tense back up. He slowly slides his hands down my waist, and down to my hips. Then he pulls his large hands off my hips and back to his side. I sit with my legs dangling weakly off the dresser and I stare at Cato, afraid he's going to leave me in a result of my rudeness.

"What are you doing?" I exclaim.

Cato stares at me, and doesn't move and presses his hands on either sides of my bare legs, trapping me between him and the wall. I scoot back against the dresser shyly, a bit intimidated by his intense look in his eyes. I stare into those frosty blue irises that look like snow shining in the sun on one of the transition days from winter to spring. His tanned skin compliments his beautiful eyes, along with his blond hair, and for the first time I see his attractive qualities. He's no Finnick Odair, but he's almost in that alley.

Beautiful, yet I disgust him. His looks carry me no sympathy for my cruel ways, nor makes me more attracted to him-as if I would ever want to kiss him. No-I won't even think about it!

The look in his eyes is hidden, masked by a mysterious facade, not giving away any feelings. "I want you to be quiet and listen." I press my lips together but raise an eyebrow. His mouth is tensed as he murmurs, "Katniss, stop accusing me of being bad. I understand what it's like not to trust someone. I grew up not being able to trust people because we were probably going to try and kill each other one day. You need to trust me, right now Katniss. You can't afford to be this defensive, when you're in a rebellion, you take what you have and work with it."

"I can't work with you," I sneer.

"Why?"

"Because you're hiding something, I know you are," I growl. "Everything is just way too easy for you."

He groans and steps away from me angrily. "It's sheer luck. I don't mean for everyone to like me-"

I cut him off. "Of course you don't, you just kiss up to everyone, even me."

"Flattery is sometimes a good thing when you want people to trust you," he replies. He bring his face slightly closer to mine and I feel faintly his hot breath, different from his cold skin. "I understand what it's like to judge someone. I hated you at first, but now I respect you."

I grimace. "Like I need your respect."

He smiles. "You do actually, because most of the people here have respect for you."

I keep my eyes locked on his icy blue ones. I know he's right.

"Just pick me back up," I mumble quietly, the slightest bit of sadness sprinkled on my voice.

He keeps his eyes locked on me and places his hand under my thighs. When his hand makes contact with my skin, though aware of what's happening, my heart skips a beat. He lifts me in the air and says softly, "Just please... Just try to trust me. If you don't trust, me don't hate me."

I avert my eyes from his and mumble, "No guarantees, sorry." He sighs heavily but I don't feel guilt or pity. Then I realize something, "Why aren't I in a wheel chair?" I demand.

He smiles and shakes his head. "It took you long enough to notice," he replies. "You didn't say please."

I'm about to lash out at him, but retain myself towards doing so. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Please," I say.

"We're too far now," he replies coldly. "Unless you want the nurses to get seconds on the view of you carrying me."

I close my mouth, and as payback to his rudeness I push my hair my long tousled and tangled black hair over my shoulder, so it caresses Cato's shoulder again.

"What did I say about the hair," he rebukes.

I smirk and look up at him, and whisper back, mimicking his tone perfectly, "You didn't say please."

He grunts at this, and shakes his head. He takes a left down the hallway and I see the lunch room straight ahead. I dread the moment I'll walk through the door, and the impression I'll make by being carried by Cato. More importantly, what will Gale think? Cato walks through the doors and as he does everyone in the cafeteria's eyes dart up to us. How my arms are wrapped helplessly around Cato's large neck, and how his hand is lightly supporting my back, his finger on my spine. How Cato has his hand place on my knee, his thumb on my thigh. For an extra little something for the audience of the squad, he lightly traces circles on my mid thigh. I squirm slightly at the feeling of his thumb on my thigh, but I don't let my face show any emotion. I lock eyes first with Gale, who's at a table in the back. His silver eyes flashing with shock at first, but then he brushes it off as he sees my flushed cheeks and infuriated eyes at what Cato's doing to me. Next my eyes meet with Finnick. His scanned hands have finally halted tying his rope as he stares up at me and Cato. His amazing green eyes that would make any girl's heart melt, are not as distant as he stares at me in both fascination and bewilderment. His scruffy bronze hair is tangled and messy; he hasn't thought of grooming it. Though it's crazy how he can look so distraught but be so appealing to the eye. Lastly, my eyes meet with Haymitch's bloodshot ones, finally being snapped out of his hangover my guess. His eyes show only disapproval.

"Where to?" Cato suddenly asks.

"What? You're done humiliating me in front of the squad and everyone I know, as well as adding that little thumb gesture at the end? Thank you for that, that was much to my appreciation," I say, sarcasm dripping in my voice.

His rolls his eyes. "My guess is you want to sit with your hormonally confused cousin, Gale?" he questions jokingly.

"What?" I ask, completely confused with this statement.

"So you lie about a romance with a boy and call me a liar when I haven't lied about anything?"he accuses me.

"Just stop," I vent quietly. "Stop with the lying, and the accusing me of misjudging you, and how I'm evil-"

"I didn't say you were evil-"

"I want to sit with my hormonally confused cousin Gale," I cut him off before he can say something else that confuses me.

He carries me to the back and makes eye contact with nearly every person staring in the room. He makes it to the back table, and sets me down across from Finnick. I immediately disregard Cato from the conversation as I say softly, "Hey Fin, how are you."

His eyes are back to that cold distant look and he's back to tying his string, barely touching his food. He looks up at me, and I see the guilt and sadness in my eyes, the same I feel, but I can cope with it slightly better. "I'm tying knots," he replies in his tenor voice that is like music to one's ears. He whispers under his breath, "I love you Annie, be safe," before he looks back at me.

He sets a hand on the table, and I pat it lightly. I pity him so much for the unbearable pain he faces everyday. Finnick, besides Gale-even sometimes more than Gale now-is the one person I can always be with, or talk to. Gale often goes into a rage nowadays about the capitol while Finnick talks to me without getting angry; cautiously, but still does.

"Hi Cato," Gale says politely.

"Hi Gale," he returns curtly, Cato's eyes resting on Finnick, and how him and I seem to get into a dazed state of mourning when together.

"So what was with that entrance?" Gale asks jokingly.

"Katniss needed help getting here, and she didn't say please so she didn't get to ride in the wheel chair," Cato replies with a smirk on his face. Gale laughs, and I see even Finnick's lips twitch upward slightly. I, however, don't smile. Not the slightest bit. "You must be Finnick Odair," Cato says kindly to Finnick. Finnick looks at him and nods. "Wow, it's so amazing to meet you! I'm such a big fan!"

"So is all of the percentage of Panem's females," I reply cooly. Finnick brakes out an actual smile at this comment and reaches for a sugar cube on his plate and tosses it to me. I smile and wink at him and put it in my mouth.

Cato is unshaken by my comment and continues his conversation with Gale, and I with Finnick. I only pick up bits and pieces of their conversation until I hear Gale ask,"You want to sit down with us Cato?"

Cato looks at me, and I look grimly back. A smile spreads across his lips as he nods and says, "Sure!" and slides in next to me across Gale.

Finnick glances at me confused and sees the horrified look in my eyes how Cato his sitting next to me, mistaking it for a mourning moment, and he tosses me a small rope. I take it nevertheless and loop the string around my finger and pull it through the look. I continue this again, and again.

Cato continues to look at Gale and talk casually. Occasionally they laugh together, and crack jokes. I'm surprised Cato is getting along with Gale, usually Gale doesn't like guys who are around me. He relatively is suspicious of Finnick even.

I get engrossed in the knots, trying to block the sound of the two having a great time when

I see some food get shoved in front of me. "Eat," Haymitch orders me. I hiss at him, and push the food away, feeling no appetite. "You too pretty boy," Haymitch says, directed to Finnick. Finnick pauses and puts of fork full of chicken breast in his mouth, and then puts it down, then starts tying knots again.

"He's right Mockingjay," Cato says to me. I pause my knotting process and glare at Cato.

"That's what I want to hear," Haymitch says, praising Cato for saying he's right. "Good lad."

Cato puts his hand around the side of my waist closest to him and says, "You're way too skinny."

"I'm fine!" I snap, and push the food further away. I try to shake his hand of me, but he tightens it against my skin slightly.

"Hey Katniss," Haymitch says. I ignore him like a juvenile. "Look what I have," he coaxes.

Cato's hand slides down to my lower stomach, and I physically push his hand off me. He lets go finally and then puts his hand back on his lap.

I bring my eyes to Haymitch and I watch as he rolls a wheelchair with his hand over to me and I reach out to grab it, but he pulls it away before he can't. "Eat, or you have to take the S.S. Cato back to your dorm room." I dart my head to Cato and he flashes me a crooked grin.

"I'm a great transportation system, but you already know that," Cato say with a wink.

Gale laughs at this to my surprise.

I look at Cato with anger and growl, "I've had much better."

He smirks and chuckles. "She's lying. I happen to be an amazing."

"I'd have to disagree. You often stalled, and you ever broke down and stopped."

I look to Gale and he looks at me in a soft, loving gaze that makes me slightly uncomfortable.

"Alright you two, now Katniss, what do you want?"

I turn and grab my food and stuff it in my mouth. Haymitch pats my back and says encouragingly, "There we go." He turns to Finnick. "You too, no knots for a day if you don't-" before Haymitch can finish Finnick is biting down on his food. I finish about half my plate when Haymitch leaves, giving me the wheel chair. I stop eating and get back to roping. I tie intricate knots, over and over again, my fingers fumbling the strings. My mind shuts down, until I hear something.

"So did you want to volunteer for the games," Gale asks.

Cato shrugs. "At first, yes. But then I decided that I didn't want the capitol to turn me into a monster. I'm so thankful I didn't volunteer. Besides, I'm not going to just be a piece of their games by volunteering."

My heart snaps in two. In that moment, he looked just like him. He sounded just like him.

Finnick notices my face first and says softly, "Katniss..."

Both Cato and Gale look at me, but I'm already gone. I find a sudden surge of strength and stand up and stumble tithe doorway and I grab onto the wall for support, and as I do so, I let the tears stream down my face. Peeta's words, they swirl in my head, taunting me, reminding me of the love I could be feeling at this moment.

"If I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever."

"If I win and you die, I don't have a home to go back to, you are my life."

"I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you."

"I remember when they asked if anyone knew the valley song and your hand shot straight up."

"From then on I was a gonner. For the last eleven years I've been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you."

"Most of my nightmares are of losing you."

I start panting and I the tears roll down my face, not stopping. I finally collapse onto the floor my leg giving out. "Peeta," I whimper, as I crunch down in a ball, despite the unbearable pain in my knee. I crawl to the closet across the hall and walk into it. I close the door and lock it. I sit in the darkness and weep silently, missing the boy's arms who would give me comfort in times like this, and would wash all the bad nightmares away.

Cato looked exactly like Peeta, and for that I hated him more. I want Peeta here with me, more than I can bear, but the projection of Peeta so clear in my mind at this moment isn't as great as the real him.

I lean my head back and let my emotions flow in the dark, not that it matters.

He's not coming back anytime soon.

I'm woken up by a light that flashes on my face. Bright, pale and it makes me squint my puffy eyes. The door opens and two hands pick me up and carry me out. I don't protest, I just begin crying again. I come into the light, and find it's Gale who's found me, his tan skin wrapped around me. I don't acknowledge him, I just lean my face into his shirt and let my tears stain the district thirteen fabric. He strokes my back, softly and kisses my head as he sits me down on the floor. I curl my knees tightly to my chest, and bury my face in them and let out a choked sob.

"Catnip, Cato is worried about you," he mumbles. "You just ran off away from him."

"Peeta," I sniffle. "He said that. Cato sounded like him." I lift my head up and stare at Gale. "Gale, I need him back," I sob. "I miss him. And Finnick needs Annie."

He nods slowly. "I know Catnip," he walks over and wraps his arms around me, but it doesn't give the same affect Peeta's embrace did. "We'll get him, soon. We just need orders from Coin."

"He'll die," I whisper.

Gale doesn't know how to respond. He just puts his finger under my chin and coaxes me up to him. I stare into his silver eyes, but his gaze doesn't meet mine. He stares down at my lips. He bring his lips softly to mine. Just one kiss, and he pulls away. All I feel is pain in the core of my chest and showing admiration to someone other than the boy who loves me irrevocably and unconditionally. "Do you want to go to sleep?" he says to me, caressing my cheek with his fingertips.

I nod, and rub my stinging eyes. Gale lifts me up and carries me to me my room, silent on the way. "Gale," I mumble into his shirt. "I can't see Cato."

"Why?" he asks softly. "He's a really nice guy."

I feel a twinge run up my spine at this. "He reminds me too much of him."

Gale looks at me and sighs. "Catnip, he looks nothing like him. He just have blonde hair and blue eyes. Nothing else."

"I can't look at him," I reply in a large sob.

Cato:

I run my fingers through my new brunette hair in disgust. I died my hair for her. I can't wait until she dies. Gale came to me today and said because I resemble Peeta she refuses to look at me. I don't look like that little shrimp but my hair and eyes are the same color so I guess that's where she got that from.

I couldn't afford to look like her past boyfriend that she still loves if I want to seduce her. Though as I look in the mirror I notice my eyes stand out a lot more with the brown. But I still hate it. My hair was perfect, any hair reconstructing system along the lines of more than twenty minutes is a bad haircut. This brown hair wasted my time for a girl I hate, therefore I hate it.

"This looks amazing, it suits you better!" One of the brat's stylist says.

I smile and say, "Thanks. I wouldn't want to bring to pain to Katniss, especially after all she's been through."

"Such a sweet boy," a fat girl remarks.

"I just care about her, she's too valuable to be hurt. Too bad she doesn't like me," I mumble.

I hear a gasp from the first girl, "Why wouldn't she?"

"I don't know," I whisper. I pause and look at her with a gaze that girls cannot resist. "Could you talk to her for me? Not much, but just try to get her to loosen up a bit?"

The girl nods and places a hand lightly on my shoulder. "Of course," she whispers.

I smile and nod in acknowledgement. "Thank you," I say and stand up. I walk out of the room slowly.

I hear the fat girl whisper to the other, "He's so nice and handsome."

I can't help but smile to myself as I leave the room.

"Hey, how does it look?" Gale asks, whose been waiting outside for me.

I place my finger to my shaggy hair and purse my lips. "It looks different."

Gale snorts and rolls his eyes. I come into sight and he glances at me. "You look the same, just with brown hair."

Gale stands up and gestures me to come walking with him. God, the way Gale treats me is like I'm the new popular kid and he'll be my little follower until he's best friends with me. "Do you think I can visit Katniss yet?" I ask. "I want to show her how committed of a soldier I am."

"You died your hair," Gale replies jokingly.

"I liked my blonde hair," I mumble back, too quiet for him to hear.

"No, I don't think you can see Katniss. She's in an extremely dark place right now and she is really sensitive," he says seriously.

I want to make a sly remark or retort but I have to remain keeping the part of Mr. Charming. "I hope she gets better. Is there any way I can help her?"

He shrugs. "She's pretty lost. Ever since Peeta left she's been in depression," he says. His hands turn to loose fists as he mumbles, "But claims she doesn't know if she's in love with Peeta so I don't know if I can make a move on her or not."

Well that's good for me, I can probably slide into the slot of the one she's in love with if she has yet to make a decision. I like the hormonally confused cousin, he gives me information I need. He's like a textbook of Miss Mockingjay's cruel life.

"Where's her father?" I question Gale.

"He died when she was younger," he says. "With my dad, and many others in a mine explosion."

I feel a bit strange I feel no sympathy towards them. People died in district two all the time from fights to training that was too hard.

"Gale do you know how I can possibly get her to trust me?" I ask.

"She's extremely reserved, but I could talk to her for you," Gale says shrugging.

I have Prim, Mrs. Everdeen, Coin, her styling team, and Gale on my side already.

This is all just too easy.

I watch the Mockingjay's long twisted hair fall over her shoulder, and to my surprise, I find myself missing the feeling of hair tangled on my arm.

Will Katniss ever trust Cato? Will Peeta come back? Will Katniss find out Cato really is playing her?

All will be answered in future chapters.

Okay guys, sorry for my uber late update, it was just I got all caught up with summer and I've been working on a novel on my own... I understand it's unexceptable how I took so long to update both this story as well as invincible (it will be updated soon too, just wanted to get this chapter out first) but now that school has started I'll find more of a need to write this in my spare time. I know it's usually vice versa, but my summer was packed between trips and family, I just couldn't find the urge to write this. Thanks sooo much for all the wonderful reviews, and thanks to all your anonymous reviews also, I love you guys!

Thank you to everyone who's stuck with me, and again I won't discontinue this story, nor will I with invincible. I hope I will not take so long to update, but I can't promise every other day updates because I'm not sure how much homework I'll have this year.

Please review because it keeps me going, of course I'm flattered if you follow my story, but it just doesn't get me all excited like reviews do.

Thanks for reading, and again review, review, review!

If you have any ideas for this story, please tell me!

I apologize for only a little romance within this chapter, it's just because it wouldn't be realistic for Katniss to immediately falling for him.

Here's the questions for the next chapters:

Is Cato mean enough?

Are Gale and Cato's relationship realistic?

How should Cato try to win Katniss over?

Again reviews are appreciated and make me update faster. Thanks again for sticking with me! (and my lazy self :/)

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