He means Haymitch right?

The screens beg to differ. I see myself as red as Peeta is. I can hear the women in the crowd gasp at his confession, some even faint from shock, but other than that, the auditorium is completely silent, like someone sucked the air out of them, almost as if they can't believe that this is real, that Peeta's confession really happened. Like them, neither can I.

I feel like I'm in a dream; that I'm still sleeping on my bed on the way back to District Twelve before the reaping.

But I know that's not the case.

I can feel everyone's eyes bore into my body, I feel like I'm on fire. Haymitch has a smirk plastered on his face as if he knew that this would happen. But what if he did?

It would make sense, why he coached Peeta himself this year and left me with Vailea, last year we shared the tributes.

I can't help but feel angry at my old mentor, why didn't he tell me? What else is he keeping from me?

Soon enough the crowd bursts into overwhelming cheers and hollers, they're screaming my name, they're screaming Peeta's. He did something that no other could outshine, he made me look desirable, he made District Twelve the star of the show, and now we burn brightly in the sky, outshining everyone else.

Caesar attempts to calm the crowd down, but he's eager to learn more, "My, my Peeta. She's quite a lucky girl, and I hope the odds are in your favour, we wouldn't want to tear the star-crossed lovers apart, now would we?"

Peeta chuckles and replies, "Oh Caesar, I'm telling you, she has no idea, the effect she can have. I will try my best to come home, and whether she welcomes me with open arms or not, I'm going to try my best to come back for her."

Before Caesar can ask any more questions, the final buzzer of the night rings and he bids Peeta a farewell.

But I know that somewhere in this auditorium, is a man who realized my lie.

I am ushered into a separate car from Peeta and Vailea on the way back to the Training Centre, in fact, I don't even see them when I get back, Effie told me that she's put them to sleep early because they have to wake up early tomorrow.

I'm still not over the shock of Peeta's confession, his words still echo in my ears, 'Because…because I don't think I'm supposed to be in love with my mentor.'

He's wrong, there is no rule against having feelings for your mentor, but it hasn't been announced before, I know of one case, Finnick and Annie. Johanna told me how messed up he was when he was mentoring her, he didn't eat, he just stayed by her side the entire time, and he'd cry whenever someone forced her away from him. It broke my heart whenever I thought about their story, they loved each other so much. But Annie was never the same after she won, nobody was, but Finnick loved her just the same, regardless of her being labelled mentally unstable. In fact, I think he loved her more after she won, her flaws was what made her flawless in Finnick's eyes. I dream about having a relationship like that sometimes, I don't know with though, everyone thinks that I'll get married to Gale, but I'm not in love with him.

I didn't realize that I was staring at the wall until Haymitch shakes me.

"Wake up, Everdeen. I need to tell you something important."

I immediately know that something is wrong, Haymitch never uses my last name.

"Why? What's going on Haymitch?"

His eyes scan the room, "I can't tell you here, come on, the roof."

The city is alive with roars of laughter and cheering, I can see crazed citizens running the busy streets towards the big screen that's playing the replays of the interviews, everyone wants to see the star-crossed lovers of District Twelve, because this year, we are the stars of the show.

Haymitch puts his hand on my shoulder and twists my body to face him, his face is masked with emotions.

"Sit, Katniss, I think you're going to need too."

I obey and sit on the balcony, sometimes I wonder if I can just fling myself off of it, but I know that there is a forcefield surrounding the Training Centre.

"What is it Haymitch?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as Haymitch paces in front of me.

"There's no easy way to say this, but," Haymitch drifts off.

I'm getting impatient so I blow up and scream, "Just tell me Haymitch!"

"There's a rebellion!"

I don't understand, what does this mean?

"Katniss, there's a rebellion going on, District Thirteen houses all of the soldiers, they have an army."

"You're lying to me, District Thirteen is gone!"

"No, I'm not," Haymitch shakes his head and sits down beside me, "they specialized in nuclear weapons, the Capitol wanted to avoid a nuclear war, so they had an agreement, they'd leave each other alone. District Thirteen rebuilt their city underground, the Capitol bombed them so they would appear to have been destroyed. All these years, they've been watching kids year after year get killed, while they prepare a rebellion. They've been waiting for a reason to strike, and this year they got one."

"What makes this year so special?"

"You. You made this year special, when Peeta declared his love for you, he provided the rebels with a reason to fight, he provided them with an excuse to put their plan into action. They have rebels living in every district and they're just waiting for a command. They're planning uprisings. Not only that, but because of Peeta's declaration of love, the Capitol citizens are finally seeing how cruel the Games are, prior to this year, no one ever thought about how families were getting ripped apart, more or less actually having an example announce it. They're having second thoughts about the humanity of the Games, the officials aren't happy. Your 'relationship' with Peeta is interfering with the system."

Haymitch obviously notices the confused look on my face, "I know, you haven't announced a relationship, but the way you reacted gave the illusion of it."

Everything begins to dawn in on me, the danger that looms in the corner, perhaps by the time the Games end, I would have been in an 'accident.' But that would only add fuel to the flames. The irony of it, Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, was the partial reason that sparked the rebellion.

"The good news about this is, you've gained sympathy from the crowd, everyone is tripping over each other just to sponsor District Twelve, there's a high chance of him coming home Katniss. But that doesn't mean that the rebels will cease their fire. You two have already become the faces of the rebellion before the Games even started. President Snow sets a winner every year, Peeta was never meant to survive the bloodbath, but because of both of you he has to change his plans, but I am telling you this Katniss, regardless of sponsors, President Snow is going to make sure that his life in the arena is hell, but he has to let his survive, or else he'll have an uprising on his hands."

We both stay silent for what seems like hours, I think over my life, Gale, Peeta, my family, and I know that this is putting them all in danger, but I have been granted a chance to help a rebellion to stop the Capitol's evil reign, to restore equality, and I sure as hell won't let it slip by.

My voice sounds raspy as I say, "I-I'll help the rebellion Haymitch, I think it's time to bring the Capitol down."

Haymitch looks as though he just had a weight lifted off of his shoulders, "Great! But I hope you know how much danger you're putting yourself in."

"But, Haymitch, I'll only do this if you make sure that my family and Gale's is safe."

He smiles, "I'll have someone pick them up tonight. Tomorrow they will all be in the grounds of District Thirteen."

Haymitch left me to drown in my own thoughts on the roof, he said he wanted sleep, but I'm restless. In the wake of tomorrow's event, I hope that tomorrow will be kinder, to Peeta and I. I hope that he'll survive the bloodbath, but he's smart, he'll know to get the hell out of there and find water, I just hope that the Careers don't catch him before he does, I will do everything in my power to bring him home.

When he declared his love, he ignited a spark in the country, but also one that was long gone inside of me. For the first time, I felt loved, for the first time since my father died, I felt my fire burning once again.

I like the silence of the roof, it's 2am, the streets are beginning to empty and I can feel the anticipation in the air.

But that silence is broken once I hear heavy footsteps.

"Oh! Katniss, sorry, I didn't know you were here, I'll just leave," Peeta rambles. I chuckle to myself.

"It's okay Peeta, trust me, come, you can stay."

He gives a slight nod and sits beside me on the balcony, we spend for what seems like hours staring at the city in front of us.

I can't stand the silence anymore, it's eating me alive, I need to know, "Peeta, did you mean what you said?"

He looks startled and he begins to blush, "Y-yeah, I did, I meant every word of it."

"Have there been other girls though?"

"Well, I noticed just about every other girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you. You were the only girl in my eyes. I thought you were perfect. When you were reaped, my heart crumbled into a million pieces, I kept telling myself that I was a coward, the guilt of not being able to tell you how I felt ate me alive. So I did everything I could to help you come back. My father helped me organize a sponsor jar for you, everyone chipped in, even the merchants in the town. Towards the end we were able to get you one gift, we gave you the knife, it cost all of us a fortune but that thing sure came handy."

My smile is hurting my cheeks, I can't believe what he said, I cannot believe that he actually put in the effort of bringing me home, it is because of his efforts that I'm here right now, breathing, alive.

I take his face in both of my hands and whisper to him, "Thank you, for sponsoring me, for the bread, for saving my life on countless occasions, and I promise you, I will repay my debt to you, I will bring you back home."

His eyes are closed and I can feel his hot breath crash against my skin, "No, thank you for making my life worth living, I will do anything I can to keep you safe from harm."

"Now it's my turn," I lean in and kiss his temple and take him in my arms, for some reason, I feel safe, like I'm in oblivion.

"I know you'll do your best Katniss, but if, if I die, I want it to be on my own terms, I don't want them to change me, I want to show them that I'm more than just a piece in their Games. They don't own me, and I want to show them that."

I push him away from me, angry at how he thinks he's going to die, "Don't think like that Peeta! You won't die! You can't! You can't leave me here alone! Please, please don't speak like that," soon enough I can feel my hot tears streaming down my face. What is it with this boy that makes me feel so vulnerable and yet so safe at the same time, he is the only one that can break down my walls by just entering the room.

Peeta is beside me in a flash and takes my face in his hands, "I'm sorry Katniss, shh, I'm sorry. I'll come back, I promise, I promise I'll come back."

I nod my head shakily and look up at his face, I take in every feature, the shape of his jaw, the colour of his eyes, his lips, his hair, I just want to remember him as much as I can. Because despite the odds being in his favour, Snow is going to make his life hell in the arena and my heart aches for him.

I push myself against his body and take in his scent, he encircles his arms around my waist and places his chin above my head. And we stay in this position for a while, just embracing each other.

"I think I should go, I'm going to need as much sleep as I can get."

I tighten my grip on Peeta, I don't want him to go, but I know that he has too, "I'll see you tomorrow morning okay? I'll try to see you off, but if I can't...,"

I can't bring myself to say or think that this might be the last time that I'm going to see his face, so I do the unexpected because I want to take in as much of him as I can. I crash my lips against his and he stumbles back from shock, but soon enough he responds and moves his lips against mine, it seems to fit perfectly. I run my hands through his hair, gripping it tightly as he deepens the kiss, his arms encase my as he runs his tongue across my bottom lip begging for entrance, I part my lips and our tongues dance together.

We break apart once we need oxygen, I kiss the corner of his mouth as I say, "I just had to do that, just as a reminder."

We brush our lips together once again and he whispers against my lips, "I'll come back Katniss, I'll do anything to come back to you. Will you be here? Waiting for me?"

I breathe and kiss him quickly one more time before answering, "Yes. I'll be waiting for you."

He smiles and hugs me before bidding a goodnight, I stay on the roof for another hour or so thinking about the kiss, I touch my lips and they're still tingling. He has definitely added fuel to the flame of the girl on fire, and now I am more determined than ever to bring him home, whether Snow likes it or not. I will be the face of the rebellion. I will bring down the Capitol. Not only for myself, but for everybody else. I will avenge every tribute's death. I will stop the Capitol's tyranny. I will aid in the fight for freedom, for myself, for Peeta, for Prim, and for every other scared soul. Even if it costs me my life.

So let the Games begin President Snow. Let them begin for real.

I wrote this when I was sleepy so I bet there's a ton of grammar and spelling mistakes so please bear with me! Anyway, Games are next chapter! Stay tuned and reviews are appreciated