CHAPTER ONE

Cato's POV

It was right after we stepped off our chariots. I jumped off mine trying to look cool while wearing this ridiculous outfit. I still don't understand why we have to wear something that represents our fraction, after all ours were pretty lame. But right in the middle of my jump off was when I noticed her. She looked relieved, probably to be done with this parade. She was beautiful, she was wearing a black suit that had real flames coming off of it. I tried to work up the courage to go talk to her, but thought better of it. She had her mentor, coach and stylist with her.

"Hellooooo?"

I turned slightly to see a very annoyed Clove. She was my partner who came from district two with me.

"What!" I snapped irritably.

"Quit staring, she's gonna notice," Clove said.

"I wasn't staring at anybody," I said with all the force I could muster up, "I was just watching our competition."

"Sure you were, you go on and think that big guy," she said as she turned and walked away angrily. Although I really didn't know what she was angry at.

I tried to remember what I was thinking about before when I remembered the girl, I needed to find out her name. NO, I thought to myself, I can't get caught up with some girl. I've worked my life for this and I can't ruin it over some fling. But I gave trying to convince myself because it was never going to work.

I turned to look at her again, just as she caught my eye. She smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile.