JOHANNA POV

Miles sat across from me as I hungrily ate my dinner. I looked up to notice him staring at me. "Aren't you going to eat something?"

He shook his head. "Everyone ate before you guys got back."

"Tell me," I said as I scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes. "What happened the night you left?"

"Well I packed some clothes in my backpack, then I set off," he said, his body stiffening. "I didn't—I don't—have a family, so it wasn't like it was hard to get up and leave. I thought about saying good bye to you, but I knew that you wouldn't let me go. I figured that it would be easier to just disappear."

I felt the tears coming again. Since I saw Miles, I'd been an emotional wreck. "You do have family," I said, getting up to throw away my tray. I dumped it in the trash and returned to Miles, whose eyes wandered to mine. "You're like a brother to me."

He stood up and moved closer to me. "I know," he said. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me again. "I'm so glad I found you."

"How's life here?" I asked, changing the subject. "Have you met anyone?"

"Life's okay. I'm grateful that they took me in. But I haven't met anyone," he said. "I'm not sure if there's anyone that likes me, as more than a friend. They all look at me as an outsider."

I don't think you're an outsider, I told him silently. Out loud I said, "I'm sure you'll find the one eventually." I gave him a sort of solemn smile.

Miles smiled at me, with mischief. "What's on your mind?"

"No one," I said hastily.

He raised his eyebrows as far as they'd go. "I said 'What's on your mind," not who… Who were you thinking about?"

"Cato," I admitted. He'd know if I lied to him regardless. It didn't make much sense to try to make something up. "I had a crush on him, but he has Glimmer. I'm sure you already knew that."

He studied me carefully. "You had a crush on him? Why are you using the past tense?"

Because you're the one I want, I said to myself. "It would never work out between us, so I figured that I'd just give up," I said, which wasn't entirely a lie.

He did something I didn't expect him to do. He took my face in his hands, cupping my face and brought his lips down to mine. After a few sweet seconds, he pulled away.

"What was that for?" I asked, mentally in shock. That was the last thing I'd expected him to do. I needed to know why.

"Because I've wanted to do that for five years, Johanna," he said. A smiled formed on his face. I put my arms around his neck, my fingers caressing the short strands of his hair. He looked down to the ground. When he looked up at me again, he was smiling even wider than before. "Besides, I saw you staring at my lips."

I playfully punched him in the side and stood on my toes to kiss him. Though he'd changed his name, his arrogance was still there.

CATO POV

I saw Johanna near the doors making out with some man that I didn't know. Did they know each other? Most likely. Johanna would slit your throat before she let some stranger kiss her. I walked toward her and the stranger. I cleared my throat, making the two break apart immediately. They looked at me, waiting for me to say something. Then I realized that I had a message to deliver. "Sorry to interrupt," I said, as if the situation wasn't awkward enough. "The President of District 13 would like to see us."

"Okay," she said, walking in front of me. I noticed that as we started to walk, the stranger was following.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, annoyed.

He gave a theatrical sigh and showed me his wrist. "Obviously I'm a part of the meeting too," he said. "Or is it just so hard for you to put two and two together?"

I scowled. I balled my fist up, ready to knock his lights out, when Glimmer grabbed onto my arm. My expression softened and I was at ease again. "What's Phase Two going to be?" she asked curiously.

"I don't know anything yet," I said. Glimmer and I trailed behind Johanna and her…friend? Was he more than a friend? I didn't think that Johanna was capable of being romantic with anyone. It just seemed odd. Why was I thinking about that? I shoved the thoughts out of my head and followed the two into a big room.

"Have a seat," a woman, most likely the president, said. There was authority in her voice. In the room sat about thirty to forty people.

Glimmer sat in the seat next to me while, to my dismay, the stranger and Johanna sat directly across from us. I didn't like this guy, whoever he was. I felt disrespected. He didn't know me, and I damn sure didn't know him. What was his deal?

"Good evening," said Coin. "I'm sure that everyone knows very well why I've summoned you here." She cleared her throat and continued. "Congratulations to the four victors for successfully completing Phase One, as well as Johanna Mason, Beetee, Enobaria… " I spaced out as she called out a million other names. There were more people involved in the Rebellion than I'd thought.

"Miles, will you set up the presentation please?" she asked. The stranger stood up and retreated to the front of the room, where he tinkered with a machine. Miles, I thought. Miles, the asshole. Miles sat back down, rolling his eyes at me. The slideshow began. "The overall goal of Phase Two is to take over President Snow's mansion. We have men in there who are undercover, working in the building. They will signal us and we will move in toward the Capitol," she said matter-of-factly. "We will then bomb the Capitol—"

"But all those people will die!" shouted Katniss, standing up from her seat on the other side of the room. Peeta took her arm, trying to calm her but she wasn't having it. "Is that what this is about? Murdering people who have done nothing wrong?"

Then it was Miles who stood. "Why should we care if they die? Do you think that they care that twenty three people die in the Games basically every year? Do you think they know what true suffering is? How do you think they'd feel if they got threatened by Snow? They don't know what that's like! They don't know what it's like to be personally victimized by Snow or for their families to be killed by him! Why not make them suffer, like all of us have?" argued Miles.

There were sounds of agreement, conflicting with sounds of discord. As much as I hated to admit it, I agreed with Miles one hundred percent. I didn't care who got hurt on the enemy side, as long as Snow was killed… As long as Snow was dead, I'd be content.

"That's enough!" Coin shouted. The room fell silent. "This is the plan. If you don't like the plan, then you may leave." No one dared stand.

There was a silence. It needed to be broken, so I spoke up. I wasn't intimidated by Coin. "So who is going to be the one to kill him?"

She turned to me and smiled. "A little eager, are we? I was going to ask what type of methods we should use... We could torture him by electric chair, hang him up in a tree, put a bullet between his eyes… The possibilities are endless."

"We should send him into the Games," I said. "There's no way he could survive that. We could make sure that he survives until the very end, then we could send mutts after him. They'd tear him limb from limb until there's nothing left."

Coin smiled again. I saw the people around me nodding in agreement. Even Johanna smiled. "That's actually not a bad idea at all, Cato." Glimmer squeezed my hand and smiled her gorgeous smile at me.

"Yeah," said Katniss. I didn't expect her to agree with me. I thought she was still against the idea. "I think that's a good idea. Who else would go in the Games with him?"

"It would be quite comical to watch him squirm in the Arena, with no one to talk to and no one to save him," said Miles. "But I think that we should send children from the Capitol in too. We can do a Reaping, choosing 23 others at random."

"Even better," said Coin. "Now, as for the captives…. The Capitol has a few people from the Arena that didn't make it out alive. We were not able to retrieve them, so tomorrow morning we will send a group to get them back here." She continued, brushing a strand of slick gray hair behind her ear. "Miles will lead this mission. He will act as commander of the unit. I would like for Cato, Peeta, Katniss, Johanna, Finnick, and Enobaria to be a part of this mission."

"Hey!" retorted Glimmer. "What about me?"

Miles rolled his eyes and looked at my fiancée with a bored expression. "Isn't it obvious? No one is pregnant but you."

Glimmer opened her mouth to argue but before she could, my face was inches from Miles'. "Don't you talk to her like that!" I shouted, my body filled with rage that I could hardly control.

"Cato, calm down!" Glimmer said, still sitting. She was looking at me, but I refused to meet her gaze. I grabbed Miles and slammed him into the wall. The impact didn't seem to bother him. He actually laughed—in my face.

Then the laugh turned into a smirk. "Have you gone back to childish behavior, Cato? You can't control your emotions… How pathetic," he said, taunting me. As I raised a fist to punch him, he stopped me with impossibly quick reflexes. He took my fist in his hand and shoved me backward, sending me flying into a chair. I winced in pain as I hit the hard ground.

Coin looked very annoyed now. I stood up, with Glimmer's help. "Forget it, Cato. You're not going anywhere. You are obviously incapable of controlling yourself, so you are exempt from Phase Two until further notice," said Coin. She addressed the rest of the room. "You're dismissed."

Miles reminds me of Jace Wayland from the Mortal Instruments series... Idk if anyone has ever read it. But anyway, what will poor Cato do now that he's exempt from the mission? The horror! You'll see in the next chapter. Tell me what you think. Is there a particular pov that you'd like to see more of in the next chapter? Review! Review! Review!