Just another chapter for y'all. I think this one is exciting. Happy reading!

Prim's POV:

Day two. Day two of training. I wasn't even sure that I could handle day one, but I did, and now I was even more prepared for today.

Yesterday was pretty interesting, obviously because of Cato. I was surprised that he even acknowledged me speaking to him, and I was even more surprised that he didn't yell at me for speaking more than a word to him. I can tell that he thinks he's better than anyone and everyone, and that herbs game threw him off because he obviously was not the best out of everyone in that game.

Even though yesterday was good, today can be something totally different.

I slipped on the tight black jumpsuit that everyone had to wear for training. It made me a little bit uncomfortable because it accented areas that I was not too happy about broadcasting, especially to people that I don't know. Whatever, it's only one more day.

There was a knock at my door.

"Yes?" I called.

"Hey, are you ready? Effie's nagging for us to hurry." I heard Peeta say through the door.

I hurried and threw my shoes on and ran to the door, swinging it open quickly.

"Done. Let's go." I pulled the door closed and followed behind Peeta.

"So, are you ready for day two of this hellhole?" Peeta asks. We walk to the elevator, gladly without Effie, and press the button that goes down.

"Uh, yeah, I think so." I say. The elevator makes a ping sound and we stepped in and pressed the L button to the lobby area.

We stood in silence for a moment. "So what happened to you yesterday? One moment you were with 11 and then I didn't see you for a while." Peeta asks.

"Oh," I think for a moment. Could I really tell him where I went and that I was with Cato? I don't know. "I was helping out another tribute with herbs. It took a while." It was the truth, I just didn't tell him who it was with.

Peeta smiled wide. "Wow, getting us allies huh? Well, who was it?" he asks.

I widen my eyes. "Uh, no one too important. I don't think we'd be allies. It was just a little help."

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open, exposing us to the training center. We stepped out and I immediately saw Cato sparring with the girl from his District. He turned and saw me, and he grinned wide, licking his lips a little too seductively.

"Did you see the way he just looked at you? He looked at you like you were something to eat." Peeta said with disgust.

"I don't think it was that serious." I said quickly.

"But it's just the way he looks at you. Like he's gonna attack at any moment."

I glanced back at Cato. "I'm sure it's nothing." I said, trying to reassure him so that he doesn't find out about anything that he definitely shouldn't know, but I'm sure that he would keep his eye on Cato.

Peeta eyed Cato warily. "I don't know. Come on," Peeta grabbed my hand, "let's go work on some camouflage techniques." He pulled me by my hand softly towards the camo section.

I glanced back at Cato, and his face was red and he looked extremely angry. Probably because of Peeta holding my hand. I blushed and turned away quickly, following Peeta.

We worked on technique, learning how to blend in with settings ranging from jungles to tundras. It was so cool learning how to use different resources such as dirt and bark to blend in with the environment. It made me feel like an artist that was free, even though I was chained down in these Games.

After some time, a few more people joined us in the designing, even the fiery haired girl from District 5. When we had been working for over two hours, I decided to take a rest and sat down on a bench with some water, watching everyone, but of course, my eyes were mostly on Cato.

I wonder if it's weird to be watching him so much, but he was so intoxicating to me, like a ritual that I've done for years and I just can't let it go easily. He was the first boy that I've ever been this infatuated with, ever, and I knows it's dangerous to like him, but I think that I do feel something for him. I liked the way his face would turn up when he was focused, and how he bit his lip when he knew he did something right. I had watched him so much that I could begin to predict his next moves.

Is that weird?

While I was sitting there alone, I just couldn't shake the feeling that someone was keeping their eyes on me. I looked around, searching for a pair of staring eyes, and I found them, big blue ones that belong to Peeta. He smiled a small smile and waved at me. I waved back and returned my attention back to everyone else. He was probably making sure that Cato didn't try to attack me while I was sitting here alone. Or maybe it was something else..

Peeta had been acting strange towards me, like something weird happened to him and now he's doing weird things. Like holding my hand, always touching me, waving and smiling. It was weird.

I was sipping on the bottle of water, watching Cato attempt to learn archery, when he glanced at me and motioned for me to go into a small corridor that lead to the restrooms. I furrowed my brows and he gestured towards the area again before I got the idea and stood up.

I walked towards the bathrooms and stood by the women's door, waiting. After a while, Cato walked up to me.

"Glad you could make it Rose." he said. He looked around the corner once before he pushed me into the women's bathroom by my hips. He locked the door and I was pushed against the wall opposite to the mirror, and then I felt Cato's hands searching my hair.

He stood there holding me for 5 long seconds, his hands roaming my hair and body and his eyes staring intently into mine.

"Um," I gulped. "What are we doing?" I asked. I was definitely afraid of what was going on. I was afraid of him in general. I think.

Was I afraid of him or something else? Something much more..

"Are you afraid?" He asked me suddenly, his face turned into a frown.

I stayed quiet, not wanting to upset him any more than he already appeared to be. His face was extremely red, and the scowl made him look angry, but in his eyes, I could see the sadness. I could see nothing but pain in his sea green eyes.

"You don't have to be afraid." He whispered. His eyes softened, and he looked so young, and it also looked like he was thinking about something that weakened him.

He closed his eyes tight, and I swear I saw a tear fall down his face before he quickly wiped it away.

I did something extremely brave in that moment. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wiped the invisible tears that I know he wanted to fall freely. His arms around my waist tightened and he pulled me closer.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked softly. I never imagined someone with such a tough persona to seem so weak and fragile. But in this moment, Cato looked as if one touch could break him. And that scared me.

He opened his red eyes and shook his head.

"Nothing. I'm fine." He said, barely audible.

"Tell me Cato, please?" I pleaded. I didn't know why, but I wanted desperately to help him, to make him feel better than he probably thought he was, because underneath a tough body is a soft soul. Everyone knows that.

"That look you gave me, it was the same look I gave to my dad. Complete fear."

"What did your dad do?" I asked, rubbing my fingertips along his forehead and brushing the short hair from his face.

"I can't. Not right now. I just don't want you to be afraid of me." He said, staring at nothing.

"But I'm not afraid." Cato looked at me with confusion and surprise. "I'm not afraid of you."

Cato pulled me closer than we already were and he traced my small lips with his index finger.

"How could you not be afraid of me? I saw the look in your eyes.." he drifted off.

It was now that I realized what I was truly afraid of.

I was afraid of what might happen between us. What we could become. Because I don't know if I'm ready for it yet. Not in our situation. Not right now.

"It's not you that I was afraid of. I'm afraid of what we could be. Because it's never going to be possible in the end." I said.

Cato stared at me with what seemed to be happiness mixed with fear, sadness, and hope, and then he did what I would never imagine possible: he kissed me.

And what happened next was even crazier than that: I kissed him back.

He pulled back and his lips lingered over mine tentatively, like he was waiting for my reaction. I was stunned. I just had my first kiss. With Cato. And for some reason, I felt like I wouldn't want to have my first kiss with anyone in this entire world but him.

I smiled a little and leaned in to kiss him again, this time with a little more passion. I was a bit sloppy considering I've just 'learned' how to do this, but after kissing for more than a minute, I got used to the slow, tender kiss. It felt like the butterflies invading my gut would lift me off at any moment. I was literally standing on my toes, trying to reach up closer to him.

Cato gripped my hips and pulled away.

"Did that just happen?" he asked.

I nodded, in a complete daze. I just kissed him. Cato. Oh my gosh. I actually kissed him. Me. Who wouldn't even kiss my own mother in public.

Is it bad that I want to do it again?

Cato must have read my thoughts because he pulled me in for another kiss. I gripped the ends of his hair to keep myself up to his level, but he ended up just picking me up a little and holding me up against the wall by my thighs.

"Hey, is anyone in there?! I have to use the bathroom!" I heard a girl yell from the other side of the door. I pulled away from Cato quickly, putting my feet on the ground, and stepped back a little.

"Umm," I blushed, trying to think of a plan. "Oh. You hide in one of the stalls, and when she goes in, you can sneak out." I whispered.

He nodded and went into the stall, standing on the toilet and stooping down. I shut the stall door and went to the other door, straightening my clothes a little. I fixed my messy hair once more before I opened the door to the girl from District 4, I think her name was Clove.

"It took you long enough." she whined, scurrying to the other stall and slamming the door shut.

I hurried to where Cato was waiting and pushed the door open.

"Coast is clear." I whispered quickly, motioning for him to come out.

He quickly jumped off the seat and ran to the door, turning around to kiss me once more before he disappeared around the corner.

I blushed and after waiting for a few seconds, I walked out after him. I fanned my face while l scanned the room, deciding on where to go next, when I saw Peeta coming towards me. My face was probably extremely red right now.

"Hey, wanna work on archery with me?" he asks, putting his hand on my arm.

I nodded quickly and walked to archery where Cato was standing with Districts 1 and 2. I tried to ignore them so no one would expect anything, but Cato winked at me, causing me to blush. Hard. Staring at his lips only made me remember what occurred only a few minutes ago.

"What is up with that guy and staring at you?" Peeta asked while handing me a small bow and arrow. I shrugged and took the items, swinging the carrier with the bows around my back.

"He seriously gives me the creeps. No one should look at you in that way, except for.." he trailed off and I looked at him, confused. He shook his head quickly and smiled, turning his attention to his bow.

I was pretty excited to learn archery. I had practiced with Katniss a few times when she was able to sneak me out to the woods with her, and I wasn't bad. Not as good as her, but this was definitely a skill that I could probably use in the Games. I just never really thought about it until now.

"Ready?" Peeta asked. I nodded and pressed a button on the simulation, starting on easy mode to get myself and Peeta warmed up.

We stood waiting for the orange figures to come attacking us. After waiting a few seconds, an orange man attempted to run up to me, but I quickly drew an arrow and let it fly. It hit him in the chest and he disappeared.

One by one the men came running towards me and Peeta, and one by one, we shot them down with arrows. I would have to jump, dodge, crouch, doing everything in my power to dodge these fake men. For some reason, it felt real. Peeta seemed to be struggling, but this was actually a piece of cake for me. Easy was way too easy, and I was happy about that because that meant that I had some potential.

I killed the last guy and the simulation ended.

"Wow," Peeta said as we stepped out of the area, "you're pretty good. Did you learn from Katniss?" he asks, a little out of breath.

I nod. "I learned a little from her. Not too much."

"Well you're good. You can definitely use it to your advantage." I just nodded once.

We went through the rest of training day, and I was able to stay away from Cato, but I couldn't keep my thoughts away from that kiss. I can't believe that he kissed me. I didn't even know that he felt anything for me. I thought it was more just a little game that he was playing to scare me before we started the actual Games.

After training, Peeta and I took the elevator back up, and he took my hand, again. I blushed and looked up.

"Are you okay? You've been quiet." he said.

I nodded. "I'm fine. Just tired."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I sort of snapped.

"Oh." Peeta kept staring into my eyes.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No." he let go of my hand as we made it to our floor. We walk to our rooms together and I was just saying goodnight when Peeta pulled me back.

"What is it?" I asked.

He stared at me intently before he leaned down and pecked my lips. I pulled back quickly and stared at him with confusion. His eyes widened and he took a step back, clearing his throat.

Did he just kiss me?

No.

He couldn't have.

But he did..

Oh my gosh.

This day is completely out of control. First Cato, and now Peeta?

"Prim, I'm sorry, I just.." he started. I put my hand up to stop him.

"Night, Peeta." I said quickly, opening my room door quickly and stepping inside, shutting the door behind me. I leaned on my door.

What is going on?

A/N

Drama. We gotta love drama. I kinda like this chapter because Cato seems so vulnerable ya know? I love it when tough guys are also 'soft' in some way. Especially Cato. OMG.

So hey, I was wondering. I need some names for the other tributes and characters, so if you would like, you could possibly be a character in this book! Just inbox me through Wattpad (or for all y'all on there) telling me what role (meaning what District) you would like to be a part of, and then tell me the type of character you want to be: evil, nice, etc. So just tell me some characteristics, and your name too, haha. Hit me up!

Um, yeah, thank you guys for reading this story. It's become more popular in shorter time than my first one did, which I guess means that I'm doing something right for once. :p anyway, yeah, thanks so much.

Oh! this chapter is dedicated to Chelsea_harrison! Thank you so much for being such a great fan and reader to this fanfiction.. it means a lot to know that my hard work pays off in some way, and that way is compliments.

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