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Peeta sat down, and tried entering our conversations, though he didn't fit in with us at all. Glimmer and Marvel were being very obviously fake with him, and I understood their motives. He was unusually well-fed and strong-looking for a District Twelve tribute, so he could be some help to us in the Games. We didn't want to get rid of him just yet.
We finished our lunch break, and I decided to use this half of my first day of training to size up the tributes that I hadn't already with my new allies. They were absolutely pitiful. Peeta tried climbing some rope and fell right on his face. I smirked, and looked at Cato, who was smiling viciously. Katniss rushed to his side, whispered something in his ear. He seemed to protest, then give in. She helped him up, and he sauntered over to the weights. What did he think he was doing? He couldn't even hold himself up, and he's going for a hundred pound weight? He was setting himself up for failure, making my grin grow wider.
He took a deep breath, and lifted the weight, throwing across the room with ease, knocking over the rack of spears. My smile was immediately wiped off of my face, and I looked at the other Careers in shock. Maybe Peeta would be more of a threat than I thought.
The rest of training didn't have many significant events, though Cato and I were the last to leave, right after Glimmer and Marvel. We walked down the hallway, hand in hand, and into the elevator. The doors closed and Cato pushed me up against the wall, crushing his lips to mine. I eagerly responded, my hands running through his hair, his arms tight around my waist. His kisses trailed their way down my neck.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"I missed you. I haven't been able to talk to you all day," he breathed into my neck.
I brought his face back up to mine, kissing him again, pure passion surging through me.
Then the elevator doors opened, revealing Enobaria and Mariana, looks of horror and shock on their faces. I pushed Cato off of me, and he turned around, now seeing why.
"Well, I- I'm..." Mariana sputtered.
"Get in here. Now," Enobaria ordered.
We stepped inside the living area, and she got straight to buisness.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she half-shouted. "You two know that any type of relationship between another tribute is going to tear you apart! Only one of you, if either of you, is going to make it out. And what if it comes down to the two of you, and you have to kill each other? You have to think about these consequences!"
"You don't think all these things have crossed my mind?!" Cato yelled. "You don't think that I spend every one of my waking moments worrying about this, and knowing that in a few weeks, I'll never be able to see her again?! That I'll never be able to kiss her again, to even talk to her?" his voice was getting softer now, and he grabbed my hand, the one with the beautiful ring on it. "We'll never get the future that I've always wanted," he said, almost whispering, looking down longingly and the ring.
Enobaria and Mariana both gave us the second look of shock for the day.
Mariana pursed her lips. Not in a snobbish way. She looked...touched. Near tears, to be exact. She quickly clicked away on her heels.
Enobaria spoke again, softer this time.
"Look, you two. This is going to be hard. These Games aren't going to turn out well for either of you. I know what I would do in this situation, but I'm going to leave you to your own decisions. Just...choose wisely," she said, then left the room.
I sat there, in some state of shock myself. Cato buried his face into my hair, whispered, "Come with me," he stood, pulling me along with him by the hand.
"Where..." I began, but he hushed me with a finger to my lips.
We ended up on a balcony, looking over the Capitol.
"It's...it's gorgeous," I said. It truly was magnificent. The colors of the buildings, all their shapes and sizes meshing together in a beautiful way.
"Not as gorgeous as you," Cato said, kissing me softly. I smiled against his lips. We stood there, together, our foreheads touching.
"I love you," I whispered. His eyes lit up a bit, one side of his lips turning up.
"I love you too," he whispered back, lightly kissing my nose. He grabbed my hand again and led me to a hammock. We lay there together, my head on his chest, his cheek resting on the top of my head. He played with my hand, rubbing whatever designs came to mind on the back of it. His eyes, I could tell, never left the ring on my finger.