A/N - the interviews! The actual Games start after this. I'm ready! (: I don't know if I'll have the chapter out tomorrow because I have something to do, but if not it'll be out by Wednesday (I think). Wow. These chapters take 3 hours to make. My eyes hurt. Pleaseee reviewww. Let me know your reading this, and tell me if you want me to continue. Shout out to Nelle07 for being a faithful fan. Thanks girliee(: enjoy!

Chloe DeBenedetto

"Chloe, you are in no way ready for the interview tonight. Look at you, barely a lady with those manners -"

"Does it look like I care?" I snap at our escort.

"No," Zorrelia admits, "but you should. You want sponsors, don't you?"

"Yeah, but you don't get sponsors by using manners. You get sponsors by how well you kill," I say, and I can picture that psychotic look in my eyes again.

"You still have to learn manners."

"How long will these 'manner lessons' take?" I ask, examining my nails. I'll have the prep team give me a manicure tonight before the interviews.

"Only a couple minutes," Zorrelia smiles. She gets up and returns with a shoe box. My eyes widen.

"HIGH HEELS!" I scream, excitedly. I assure Zorrelia I already know how to walk in them and she smiles. I've always had a knack for girly things, as I've said before. I slip them on and instantly gain another five inches. I'd still be shorter than Cato. Speaking of him… "Where's Cato?"

"In his room, I think. Will's teaching him politeness."

"Are you serious?" I burst into laughter, clearly amused. Cato? Polite? Never in a million years!

"Will has experience with mentoring," Zorrelia says, as if trying to convince herself. "He'll whip him into shape."

"I don't know about that," I chuckle.

After another painful hour with Aubrena waxing my arms and legs…

"STOP PULLING MY HAIR!" I bark at Alexandrie. She's brushing through my wet, tangled locks.

"I'm sorry!" she mutters. She's shy, and I know I shouldn't take advantage of people like her. Alexandrie yanks the brush one last time through my hair and I squirm in my seat. After putting a smooth product in, she blow dries it and once it's dry she begins straightening my already-straight hair with a flat iron, careful not to burn my blonde tresses.

Within an hour, my hair is done. Evianna, Fastrada, and Aubrena have been sitting quietly, lounging around the room, trying every so often to break the awkwardness.

"Aren't you excited for the Hunger -" Aubrena starts with genuine happiness.

"Shut up," I tell her. I'm not in the mood to talk.

"I'll go get the dress," Evianna smiles. She soon returns with a hanger covered with plastic. "Custom-made, as always. I think you'll be most impressed with my creation."

"Well, let's see it," I say grumpily. Let's just say I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.

Evianna pulls off the plastic and I stare in a mixture of awe and amazement. It's a creamy light pink color - strapless and short. I remember telling Evianna that those were my favorite qualities of a dress. I run up and give her a hug.

"It's beautiful," I grin. She starts tearing up, and I ask her why.

"Chloe… you've been a great little Career and a pleasure styling for. But you can't win. Not with that brute, Cato, in the arena," Evianna hangs her head. The prep team is quiet.

"Excuse me?" I demand. "I can win! I can win this whole fucking thing! And Cato would NEVER kill me!"

"Think about it, Chloe. Why does he have any reason to let you live?" Evianna states, a concerned look on her face. "We have more urgent things to take care of; come now, let's put on your dress, and let Fastrada do your make up."

I stare at the floor. Evianna is right. Why would Cato let me escape the arena alive? He has a family to return home to. He has a life to return to.

And it doesn't involve me.

Marvel returns from his interview and sits down in his assigned spot backstage next to me. "How'd it go?" I ask.

"I think I pulled off intimidating," he smiles down on me. He's about an inch shorter then Cato. "Do you think I did good?"

"You did great, Marvel. Better than Glimmer's interview by far," I mutter.

"Thanks," he laughs. "Hey, your next. You'll be called any minute Good luck, Chlo," Cato, who's sitting on the other side, glares at Marvel.

"Her name is Chloe. Don't call her Chlo," he grumbles darkly. Oh, Cato. You sexy little thing.

"Why the hell not? Maybe she likes it," Marvel winks at me and I giggle.

"Chlo-bird, tell me if this guy is bothering you. I'll kick his -" The stage manager grabs my arm:

"Your up next. Wait until Caesar announces you," he tells me. I nod, and he goes back to scribbling something down on a clipboard.

"Next up, we have our lovely little Career from District 2. My fellow Capitol citizens, please welcome the charming Chloe DeBenedetto!" I walk in, wave to the audience, and sit down in the fluffy chair. "Hello, Chloe!"

Caesar's get-up is utterly ridiculous this year. His hair, eyebrows, and suit are powder blue. "Hey, Caesar," I say, totally confident and bold.

"So, Chloe. Tell me, what made you volunteer for our adored Hunger Games?" he asks with a smile. The Capitol audience claps, confirming that the Games are truly loved.

"Well, I mean, who wouldn't want to participate in this celebration," I smile. "I think the Tributes who are scared for these Games… well, their an embarrassment to their Districts. I'm here to win."

"Spoken like a true Career!" he nods approvingly, and the applauding begins again. "Chloe, there's been a lot of talk about a Hunger Games romance! Can you confirm this."

"If you ask me, I think those Tributes from District 12 have a little something going on," I laugh, trying to direct the subject away from me and Cato.

"I'll definitely ask them about that in their interviews," Caesar promises. "But, Chloe, you can't deny your romance. Roll the clip!" he commands, and the screen plays the beginning of the Tribute Parade. The kiss…

The crowd loves it. I cross my legs and smile back at my interviewer. "I can definitely confirm this 'Hunger Games romance.'" I air quote him.

He motions for me to elaborate on this, so I continue. "Me and Cato… we obviously can't both live, in the situation we're in. Cato's odds have a pretty good shot at being in his favor. Look at him - he's strong, and good with tons of weapons. But…"

"But what?" Caesar asks, clearly him and the audience are interested.

BUZZ! "Times up," I smile, regaining intimidation.

"Thank you, Chloe. I know you'll have a lot of supporters in the arena tomorrow," he smiles and gestures to the 'District 2 for Life!' posters with pictures of me and Cato in the audience. I laugh. "Chloe DeBenedetto, everyone!"

I flip my blonde hair and exit the stage, waving and blowing kisses to Career fans. Cato, Marvel, and Michelle are waiting for me to congratulate.

"Great job, Chlo," he emphasizes 'Chlo' and stares down Cato. Cato ignores him and wraps me up in an embrace, and picks me up bridal style.

"You intimidating little bitch," Cato chuckles. "I'm proud of you. I think people are more scared of you than they are of Marvel. You did a better job than him anyway."

Marvel glowers. "I think I'm scarier than this chick."

"I doubt it," Michelle giggles, and she gets a death stare from Marvel in return.

Cato Vindisi

"Please welcome to the stage Cato Vindisi, leader of the 74th Hunger Games' Career Pack!" Oh, shit. Caesar looks even more retarded this year.

"What's up, Caesar?" I ask him casually, crossing my legs the way Will showed me, putting on my best demoralizing face.

"What's up with you, Cato?" he laughs and I can tell it's fake. But hey, you gotta stoke the Capitol somehow, right?

"Ready to show no mercy in the arena. Let's face it, the Tributes this year are pretty stupid. No other way to put it. I'm ready to kill," I smirk. The smirk that Chloe said she loves so much.

"And kill you will!" Caesar says, and the crowd goes nuts. What's wrong with these people? Caesar actually looks relatively normal to the people in the crowd. I see a girl about my age (but it's hard to tell since she's so surgically altered) and point her out and give her a flirty wave.

"Oh, my Panem!" I can faintly hear her scream. "I'M GOING TO SPONSOR YOU CATO!"

I snicker. "Ladies man!" Caesar laughs along with me. "Going to get you a lot of sponsors. Nicely done!"

"Thanks," I flash a big smile in the direction of the audience.

"Cato, what do you think of your beautiful District partner Chloe? I interviewed her earlier and boy, was she lovestruck!" You can be so dumb sometimes, Chloe. Why did you tell everyone we're in love? "I think your relationship will get you tons more sponsors!" Nevermind. Chloe, you're a genius.

"Chloe? My gorgeous District partner? She's the love of my life. When I first saw her at my training center… I knew…" The part about seeing her in the younger age class in my training center wasn't true. But, sponsors love that stuff, so why not?

I'm looking into the audience once again and a million signs read 'I ship Cato and Chloe!' and 'Chlato Forever!'

BUZZ! "Well, we're out of time. Let's hear it for our favorite brute from District 2!"

"I LOVE CATO!" Another random girl. As soon as I'm satisfied with the amount of claps, I walk off.

Chloe tackles me with a hug backstage and I can see Glimmer's hands on her hips, eyes narrowed, watching me like a hawk. "Did you mean it?" Chloe whispers in my ear.

Not the part about the training center… but I don't say that. "Yes, Chlo-bird. Every word."

She wraps her arms around me and I carry her back to the penthouse; she's basically sleeping. It's been a long day. She doesn't even care that she's wearing her interview dress.

I tuck her in bed (in her own room for once) and kiss her forehead. "Goodnight," I turn out the lights and go to my own room to get a goodnight's sleep so I'll be refreshed for the bloodbath in the arena tomorrow… my goal is to kill at least six.