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nto cheers。 When I stop； I clutch Caesarˇs arm。
¨Donˇt stop！〃 he says。
¨I have to； Iˇm dizzy！〃 Iˇm also giggling； which I think Iˇve done maybe never in my lifetime。 But the nerves and the spinning have gotten to me。
Caesar wraps a protective arm around me。 ¨Donˇt worry； Iˇve got you。 Canˇt have you following in your mentorˇs footsteps。〃
Everyoneˇs hooting as the cameras find Haymitch； who is by now famous for his head dive at the reaping； and he waves them away good…naturedly and points back to me。
¨Itˇs all right；〃 Caesar reassures the crowd。 ¨Sheˇs safe with me。 So； how about that training score。 E…le…ven。 Give us a hint what happened in there。〃
I glance at the Gamemakers on the balcony and bite my lip。 ¨Um 。 。 。 all I can say； is I think it was a first。〃
The cameras are right on the Gamemakers； who are chuckling and nodding。
¨Youˇre killing us；〃 says Caesar as if in actual pain。 ¨Details。 Details。〃
I address the balcony。 ¨Iˇm not supposed to talk about it； right？〃
The Gamemaker who fell in the punch bowl shouts out； ¨Sheˇs not！〃
¨Thank you；〃 I say。 ¨Sorry。 My lips are sealed。〃
¨Letˇs go back then； to the moment they called your sisterˇs name at the reaping；〃 says Caesar。 His mood is quieter now。 ¨And you volunteered。 Can you tell us about her？〃
No。 No； not all of you。 But maybe Cinna。 I donˇt think Iˇm imagining the sadness on his face。 ¨Her nameˇs Prim。 Sheˇs just twelve。 And I love her more than anything。〃
You could hear a pin drop in the City Circle now。
¨What did she say to you？ After the reaping？〃 Caesar asks。 Be honest。 Be honest。 I swallow hard。 ¨She asked me to try really hard to win。〃 The audience is frozen； hanging on my every word。
¨And what did you say？〃 prompts Caesar gently。
But instead of warmth； I feel an icy rigidity take over my body。 My muscles tense as they do before a kill。 When I speak； my voice seems to have dropped an octave。 ¨I swore I would。〃
¨I bet you did；〃 says Caesar； giving me a squeeze。 The buzzer goes off。 ¨Sorry weˇre out of time。 Best of luck； Katniss Everdeen； tribute from District Twelve。〃
The applause continues long after Iˇm seated。 I look to Cinna for reassurance。 He gives me a subtle thumbs…up。
Iˇm still in a daze for the first part of Peetaˇs interview。 He has the audience from the get…go； though； I can hear them laughing； shouting out。 He plays up the bakerˇs son thing； paring the tributes to the breads from their districts。 Then has a funny anecdote about the perils of the Capitol showers。 ¨Tell me； do I still smell like roses？〃 he asks Caesar； and then thereˇs a whole run where they take turns sniffing each other that brings down the house。 Iˇm ing back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home。
Peeta hesitates； then gives an unconvincing shake of his head。
¨Handsome lad like you。 There must be some special girl。 e on； whatˇs her name？〃 says Caesar。
Peeta sighs。 ¨Well； there is this one girl。 Iˇve had a crush on her ever since I can remember。 But Iˇm pretty sure she didnˇt know I was alive until the reaping。〃
Sounds of sympathy from the crowd。 Unrequited love they can relate to。
¨She have another fellow？〃 asks Caesar。
¨I donˇt know； but a lot of boys like her；〃 says Peeta。
¨So； hereˇs what you do。 You win； you go home。 She canˇt turn you down then； eh？〃 says Caesar encouragingly。
¨I donˇt think itˇs going to work out。 Winning 。 。 。 wonˇt help in my case；〃 says Peeta。
¨Why ever not？〃 says Caesar； mystified。
Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out。 ¨Because 。 。 。 because 。 。 。 she came here with me。〃
PART II
〃THE GAMES〃
10
For a moment； the cameras hold on Peetaˇs downcast eyes as what he says sinks in。 Then I can see my face； mouth half open in a mix of surprise and protest； magnified on every screen as I realize； Me！ He means me！ I press my lips together and stare at the floor； hoping this will conceal the emotions starting to boil up inside of me。
¨Oh； that is a piece of bad luck；〃 says Caesar； and thereˇs a real edge of pain in his voice。 The crowd is murmuring in agreement； a few have even given agonized cries。
¨Itˇs not good；〃 agrees Peeta。
¨Well； I donˇt think any of us can blame you。 Itˇd be hard not to fall for that young lady；〃 says Caesar。 ¨She didnˇt know？〃
Peeta shakes his head。 ¨Not until now。〃
I allow my eyes to flicker up to the screen long enough to see that the blush on my cheeks is unmistakable。
¨Wouldnˇt you love to pull her back out here and get a response？〃 Caesar asks the audience。 The crowd screams assent。 ¨Sadly； rules are rules； and Katniss Everdeenˇs time has been spent。 Well； best of luck to you； Peeta Mellark； and I think I speak for all of Panem when I say our hearts go with yours。〃
The roar of the crowd is deafening。 Peeta has absolutely wiped the rest of us off the map with his declaration of love for me。 When the audience finally settles down； he chokes out a quiet ¨Thank you〃 and returns to his seat。 We stand for the anthem。 I have to raise my head out of the required respect and cannot avoid seeing that every screen is now dominated by a shot of Peeta and me； separated by a few feet that in the viewersˇ heads can never be breached。 Poor tragic us。
But I know better。
After the anthem； the tributes file back into the Training Center lobby and onto the elevators。 I make sure to veer into a car that does not contain Peeta。 The crowd slows our entourages of stylists and mentors and chaperones； so we have only each other for pany。 No one speaks。 My elevator stops to deposit four tributes before I am alone and then find the doors opening on the twelfth floor。 Peeta has only just stepped from his car when I slam my palms into his chest。 He loses his balance and crashes into an ugly urn filled with fake flowers。 The urn tips and shatters into hundreds of tiny pieces。 Peeta lands in the shards； and blood immediately flows from his hands。
¨What was that for？〃 he says； aghast。
¨You had no right！ No right to go saying those things about me！〃 I shout at him。
Now the elevators open and the whole crew is there； Effie； Haymitch； Cinna； and Portia。
¨Whatˇs going on？〃