Matt POV

I stood quite a distance from the tent Valarie assigned to Will. I wanted to approach him and tell him that I'm here. I wanted to see him. I wanted to be near him.

But I was scared. I was terrified. I witnessed the brawl between Michael and how calculated his strikes were. How quick and accurate each blow was - fuelled by the hatred of green eyes. How venomous Will's eyes were. I knew that the venom was directed at me. My feet seemed frozen - planted into the ground.

Then he came out of the dimly lit tent and looked straight at me. The moonlight added a fateful feel to the situation - in reality that was just me wanting to assign significance. He froze, so I waved hesitantly at him. He seemed to relax and waved back.

Now what?

I firmly turned around and pretended to walk away on stiff legs, once a minute or so had passed I looked behind me and saw he went back into the stuffy tent.

It's creepy to just watch him.

But what else could I do? I hid in the shadow casted by the setting moon shining against the solid wood wall. I watched from the darkness.

Then that Logan man came out from his tent without a shirt on. My lip curled in disgust but my face quickly paled as he stood outside Will's tent shirtless. He was jumping up and down as if he was working up the courage to do something. I clenched my jaw and balled my fists.

This can't be happening...Will still loves me. I know it. He has to.

Right?

My heart broke slightly as he entered the tent and stayed in for around eight minutes. I saw red as he left the tent clearly flustered.

I felt this flaming anger burn inside me. I want to break that fucking Logan's jaw - I wanted to break every bone in his body. He touched my Will. Will is mine. I had difficulties restraining myself from barging into that tent - disregarding his anger and hatred for me - and marking him as mine. So he knows who he belongs to. So he knows who will protect him, care for him and love him.

If I hadn't been such a coward and left Will all those weeks ago he wouldn't be here with Logan and would still be in my arms. I would still be feeling his small frame mold against mine, his soft lips on mine. I would still have my arms wrapped around him, keeping him as close as humanely possible. He would still smile. He would still have those lively blue eyes - not the dull, dead ones he has now.

What have I done?

Will soon left his tent, again, and started walking straight ahead. I followed from the shadows as he stopped at Mrs Reynolds campfire. I didn't know why, but not a lot of people liked her.

She offered him a cigarette, and I prided myself on knowing he would decline. My pride plunged as he accepted it and lit it using the campfire. He knows those things are harmful. I don't want him smoking. I wanted to march up there, grab that cigarette and throw it into the fire.

But it's not my place anymore...

Charlie approached them and Mrs Reynolds threw the cigarettes into the fire. I couldn't hear what they were saying but the elderly woman went back inside her tent. I squinted to check the time - 5:43 am.

Come on Will, you need to go to sleep. You need to sleep, what you're doing is bad for you, babe.

He got up and strolled back to his tent - naturally I followed him back. From the faint outline created by the dim candle, I could see he was just sitting in his bed.

The sun started rising after a while of me watching him.

"What are you doing?" I heard her icy voice and tensed in fear. I knew it was Valarie, and I knew better than to ignore her when she speaks to you. But I was so intimidated that I froze with my back to her.

I heard as her sword was slowly being pulled out of its sheath. I spun around immediately, the sword was halfway out.

Her eyes had a dark look to them - anger. "I asked you a question. Answer it."

I knew better than to lie to her. No one can fool Valarie. But... I can tell her a lie she wants to hear.

"I was slacking off, Sir", I told her firmly. Her lip curled in disgust and she placed her sword back into the sheath.

"You will receive half rations today. While you are here, wake the newcomers and direct them to the house."

She walked away swiftly after that.

Wake the newcomers? Oh no...

I made a sprint to the opposite side of the camp where my tent is. I passed by numerous campfired being put out and community members glancing up to see what the running was about.

Wills tent is located on the western side of the camp, mine is on the eastern side. My tent, of course, was awfully close to the community outhouses.

Fun...

I rushed into my tent and rummaged through my belongings, fishing out a pair of sunglasses, a black scarf and a yellow beanie. The coulours didn't match at all but that was the least of my problems. I hurriedly put the items on and felt the temperature increase exponentially. But I'd rather be boiling than have Will see me just yet.

Once I had the dirty yellow beanie on to cover my brown hair, I jogged back to Will's tent.

I licked my lips in anxiety and covered my mouth and nose by wrapping the scarf around them and tying it at the back of my head. I took a deep breath in and called out in a disguised voice, "Excuse me."

His once heavenly - now cold - voice asked, "Who's there?"

"Valarie sent me to get you", I tried to match his stoic voice.

"Come in."

My heart sped up, my palms were sweating and so was my scalp and neck. I entered the room to see him tying his boots. I couldn't drag my eyes away from the patch of smooth skin exposed by the rip in his pants. I wanted to demand he put on more conservative clothes but I kept my mouth shut.

Then I noticed the watch on his left wrist.

My old watch. He kept it.

I hadn't realized he was up and staring at me expectedly. He must have followed my gaze to the watch, "You can have it if you want. I don't need it, I've been meaning to get rid of it for awhile now."

He started loosening the straps when I cut him off, "No, you keep it. I... already have one"

He studied me with a gaze that made me feel even hotter until he finally shrugged and fastened the strap of my watch.

"I'll be right back, I must go get your... companion", I tried to hide the bite behind my tone.

I exited Will's tent and went into Logan's. He was still sleeping. Good. I walked up to him and punched his arm with such force that it hurt my hand. He jumped awake in pain and shock.

"Sorry", I said coldly, "you wouldn't wake up. Valarie called for you and your friend." I made sure to emphasize the "friend" part. He nodded frantically and fumbled to put a shirt on.

"Today please", I spat at him.

He went even quicker and was finished we walked out with Will waiting outside his tent.

"Are you okay, Logan? You look anxious", Will's heavenly voice asked.

So he has that voice for Logan...

"Yeah, I'm fine", Logan responded while giving me a side glance. I scowled at him. Will is worried about him. Will is mine.

Will started approaching Logan but I couldn't take anymore, "Stop! We have to go see Valarie now."

Logan nodded but Will... he glared at me and I saw a sliver of venom in his eyes. He shook his head and his blank expression was back.

Logan walked a little ahead of us, the back of his T-shirt already drenched in sweat from the scorching summer heat. I was feeling faint from the insulation provided by my attire.

"If you hit him ever again, I will kill you", Will said calmy while looking ahead with a blank face.

I was glad I was wearing the sunglasses. That way he couldn't see the pain and fear in my eyes.

You're mine Will. You don't belong to him. I miss you...

A/N: Tell me which couple you prefer, Will and Matt or Will and Logan ;)