NOT EDITED, DEAL WITH IT.

           Avalon is better now. Unfortunately.

She hobbles around the house a lot, glaring at anyone or anything that so dares to look in her direction. Stella takes great pleasure in hearing her hisses of pain as she lies down to sleep every night. 

Stella grins like a cherish cat, snickering under her breath as she watches Avalon struggle. I'm not going to lie when I say that it gives me a small amount of satisfaction. Avalon does not try to confront Stella or me, but rather she sticks with taking her anger out on anybody else.

It's twice as funny when Mr. Farley announces the agreement between him and Liam. Avalon looks ready to explode, face red and lips trembling to say something. She gets up so fast that she nearly trips and Isaac goes to help her before she screams at him to not touch her. She limps away holding her head.

The rest of Liam's old pack is weary and shocked at the news.

Calvin begs to stay, that he is old enough to fight, but Mr. Farley sends him away and I realize that perhaps he does have a heart since when Calvin and his mother depart, he seems depressed and the days after he rarely barks orders at anyone, but spends his days with Dr. Ackhart, discussing plans.

Calla has stayed, much to my chagrin but she refuses to leave until she has given birth, which won't be long. She claims her two previous children have been born in this house and so her third will be too. 

Liam doesn't seem to mind, since now Lance is added to the cause. I'm disgruntled about, mainly because Lance has children and the possibility of him dying and leaving his children father-less is unsettling, but Liam assures me nothing has ever taken Lance down before. Lance is a giant so I'm not surprised.

On the day before the new packs are meant to arrive, Stella asks me, "Do you want to go into town?"

At first, I say no. Because it is too dangerous and I don't want to be tracked but Stella insists that it is urgent and something she needs or else there could be dire consequences.

I roll my eyes at her dramatics - she sounds like Jeremy in that moment, to be honest - so I agree and Liam says he is going too, but Stella snarls at him and Jeremy drags Liam back and so we leave, borrowing Mr. Farley's car. 

Of course, Stella drives, but surprisingly she lets me sit in the passenger seat.

"You seem in a good mood lately," I say as I settle myself into the smooth leather seat and clamp the seat belt into place.

Stella smirks as she fixes the rear view mirror and then peals out of the driveway, "It's because of Avalon."

I shake my head but laugh a long with her anyway. I'm curious as to why the hell were going into town and why is it so urgent, but I figure Stella will tell me when she feels like it.

"Do you wanna get something to eat while were there? Calla sucks at making lunch and dinner." Stella asks and I nod. Calla's cooking is horrendous.

Since Calvin and his mother left, there really isn't anyone on cooking duty so it usually ends up being Calla, though I'm sure she's going to get vetoed off soon. Jeremy hasn't been polite about either, declaring, "Yuck!" whenever he samples something on his plate. It teeters on humorous and disrespectful so I threaten him that if he doesn't shut up, I'll make him. He wiggles his orange eyebrows at me but contains his spews when Liam reinforces me. I almost feel like we're his parents.

"BLT's!" Stella chants as we pull into a parking spot and enter a small delly that has pretty cakes and cookies in a display case. Stella nearly salivates and then declares that we'll bring some back to Mr. Farley's place. Again, I agree, but I'm starting to grow suspicious of this outing and Stella's good mood.

Maybe, to an extent, it is due to Avalon, but something else has got to be making her giddy.

"Okay, seriously," I say after swallowing down another bite of my sandwich. "What's up with you?"

Stella tears off a chunk of bread from her sandwich before stuffing it into her mouth with a shrug and says, "Nothing. Gosh, do you prefer me in a bad mood?"

"Well, no. But it's suspicious. Are you plotting something with Jeremy?"

"Jeremy is still recovering, Ronnie. He is far to weak to plot." Stella's eyes sparkle with mirth. 

"Jeremy is never too fatigued to be mischievous." I roll my eyes at her and Stella laughs, taking another bite of her sandwich and we finish our meal in silence. When we go to dump the remnants of our food, Stella tells me she needs to get something from the pharmacy.

"I'll go with you," I start but she shakes her head.

"Pick out the cakes. Get me a red velvet!" She calls as she leaves the store. I grunt but move to get in line anyway.

I wonder why she is being so secretive but I'm quickly distracted as when the woman at the counter asks me what I want and I point to random cakes and cookies in the display, either way, they all look good so I don't care what flavor they are.

I'm about to hand over the generous amount of cash that Stella had stuffed into the pocket of my flannel when I hear the bell door jingle and laughter fill my ears and the stench of unfamiliar werewolf rouses my senses.

I tense, shove the money into the lady's waiting hand, "Um, ma'am, this too-"

"It's fine. Keep the change." I glance over my shoulder as she prepares the order. I meet the eyes of a boy, who looks relatively my age with brown dirty blonde hair and blue eyes along with a tall - and I mean tall - blonde girl. She has long, curly waves and blue eyes and she struts like she owns the place.

They don't look to pose a threat, though, since they meet my eyes for a minute before glancing away and it appears that they do not want to go out of their way to intimidate. But when the lady forks over the boxes and I make my way to exit, they step into my path.

Why? Why must trouble always occur wherever I go?

"Hi," the girl smiles brightly, shell pink lips pulling over two rows of sparkling white teeth. I shift my weight from one foot to the other nervously.

"Hello." I reply and her brother examines me closer and I realize he is just as pretty as the girl beside him. Pretty.

He smiles also, revealing identical white teeth. They both have straight noses and long lashes - the girl's empathized with a perfect black wing and mascara that makes her lashes brush her cheeks when she blinks - and freckles dusted across her sun kissed face. I can tell she's into fashion due to the white hugging pants and nude heels. Her bag is Rebecca Minkoff as well. And her brother is decked out in Gucci.

Rich kids, I think idly though I question how I even know what brand they are wearing. Anna. 

My mouth twists into a frown when I remember the countless nights Anna would spend at my house, magazines in her hand as she chattered on about handbags that she deemed she would acquire and add to her collection. I use to hate when she talked about it and usually nodded at times so she'd think I was listening. I feel nauseated.

The rich kids seem to notice, "Are you alright, sweetie?" Pretty boy asks, reaching out to touch my shoulder when I step back. 

"Who are you calling sweetie?" Is the first thing I blurt out but I quickly dash around them, clutching the boxes in my hand and right when I go to open the door, Stella is there, smiling at first and when her eyes flicker behind me, her stare hardens and she grabs the boxes from me and drags me off that I almost don't realize the brown bag dangling from her finger tips.

"Let's get to the car. And fast before they chase after us." 

Stella's comment makes me panic and I quicken my pace, looking over my shoulder to see them still standing in the store. Their eyes are glued to Stella's back as she leaves though and so I'm certain they know each other.

I hop into the passenger seat and buckle up and Stella speeds off, brown bag secure by her side. 

"Who were they?"  I ask as she pulls onto the rode that leads back to Farley's house. She does not answer. "Stella!"

Stella pulls over into the grass. "Tristan and Rosalyn. They're from one of the packs around here."

"So they're not a threat? Why did you make me panic?" I ask in one breath.

"Because they're horrible!" Stella screeches. "Plus, if Rosalyn would have realized who you are, she would have never shut up about Liam."

My eyebrows furrow together, "What does she know about Liam?"

"Only that she dated him when they were, like, twelve." Stella shrugs and my stomach twists.

"Liam said he didn't have any previous girlfriend." They were twelve, Ronnie, chill. 

"Well, she thought she was dating him but Liam didn't really care. Tristan is her best friend and too gay to function." Stella snickers at her own joke though I find the comment offensive. Stella realizes my confusion and adds, "Mean Girls quote." I raise a brow at her. "I watched it once with Jeremy. Don't judge me."

I never took Stella for the Mean Girls type, but I can definitely imagine Jeremy forcing her to watch it. 

I wonder if Rosalyn is going to be apart of the pack that is arriving tomorrow, though I cannot imagine her fighting, at least not without screaming that she has broke a nail or something. And I cannot imagine Tristan fighting either. They are far to pretty to have dirt or blood on them.

The thought of Rosalyn makes my stomach clench and I wonder if she still has a infatuation with Liam, because if she does, I will surely make it end.

"Don't worry about her. Liam never liked her much. She was just pretty." Stella says and I nod.

"If she tries to hit on Liam, I'll break her nose."

Stella smirks. "Don't forget about Tristan. He is just as fond as Rosalyn. That's how they bonded, their equal love for Liam."

"Then I'll smash his teeth out. Simple." I declare and I can't help but like the idea of beating up Liam's fan club. 

"Speaking of Liam, here." Stella tosses the bag at me and I hesitate opening it. "You'll thank me for it."

So I unravel the bag and peer inside at first, gasping when I see what it is. "What is this for?!" The question is stupid but it's the first thing I spew when I wrench the items from the bag.

"What do you think it's for, idiot?" Stella rolls her eyes. "Past them over. You should start on them-"

"Stella," I cut her of. "I don't need this. Liam and I-"

"Better safe than sorry." Stella chimes, "Besides, aren't you glad that it's me giving you birth control and condoms rather than Liam?"

"No!" I squeak. "It's mortifying." My cheeks are burning as I fumble to stuff them back in the bag but Stella's snatches both the condoms and birth control from my arms. Sex is a natural thing. A normal thing now and days, so I shouldn't feel so embarrassed, but for some reason, I am. I guess just the thought of Stella strolling into a store and picking out birth control for me and condoms for Liam is horrifying. 

No wonder she was so fucking happy!

"Just take one." Stella thrusts her cup of coke that she got from the restaurant into my hand. "It's better to start now and I told Liam-"

"You and Liam discussed this?" I exclaim and Stella's seems confused on why it's such a big deal.

"Well, yeah. He told me you were worried about having getting pregnant so I suggested going and getting the pills for you. I got a prescription from Ackhart." Stella explains as she pops a pill out of the dial and holds it out for me. "It's not that big of deal, Ronnie. At least you're planning to have safe sex."

"You're just doing this to embarrass me, not out of the goodness of your heart." I hiss. "You'll probably tell Jeremy all about it later."

"No I'm not, because if you didn't notice, there's a case in there for me." She snatches the bag from my lap and pulls out another pack, waving it in my face. I feel like it's insulting to ask her what she needs it for, so I don't pry but I think she get's the jiff of my expression. "It regulates my period."

I nod uneasily and she gestures for me to take the pill. I surrender.

I swallow it down quickly. "You'll have to wait a month for it to fully kick in. Remember to take them everyday and for now, use condoms if you guys-"

"I get it." I say and I snatch the pack from her and stuff it back into the bag. 

"You forget the condoms." She extends them to me and I take them. Slowly, she smiles and her right eye slides into a wink. "They're ribbed for extra pleasure."

I screech and threaten to walk back to the house when Stella pulls back onto the road, laughing hysterically.

               Both of the boys are overjoyed when we deliver the box of goodies and even though I'm mortified of what happened in the car, I curl into Liam's side as he stuffs a cookie into his mouth and then offers me one. I savor mine gingerly and Stella eats her cake slowly, smiling at me. I resist the urge to throw my cookie at her forehead.

"The packs will be arriving tomorrow morning," Liam informs us. 

"Which ones?" Jeremy asks. 

"Rosalyn's, for sure." Stella says. "We saw her at the bakery with Tristan."

 Jeremy whips around to face us at that, muting the TV. "Rosalyn Bayle?" Jeremy seems overjoyed at the mention of her and I frown. "Is she still hot?"

"I guess," Stella answers with a shrug. "You thought she was hot when we were twelve?"

"Uh, yeah, she was the first girl to start growing boobs so that made her hot in my book. Every guy liked her because of it."

"That's not true." Liam shakes his head. "I didn't and before Tristan figured out he was gay, he thought Stella was okay."

"That's because he probably confused Stella for a boy. Her chest was still flat as fucking board and-" Stella stops Jeremy from completing his sentence with a swift kick to the side and a hiss.

"I was twelve years old, you dick. Shut up."

Jeremy laughs anyway and pushes himself back up onto the couch, right beside Liam and far enough from Stella that she can't reach him. "You're just mad because you made Tristan realize he was gay."

Stella attempts to fling herself at him, but Liam quickly stops her. "Don't attack him when he's on the same couch as us!"

So Stella insists on dragging him off as Jeremy dramatically calls, "Save me! Save me!" As he clutches onto the satin red fabric of the couch but I shove him off and into Stella's grip. "How could you, Ron? I thought you loved me!" 

The night continues on a lighter mood and Jeremy makes sure to get his full of sexual suggestiveness which Stella beats him for each time. It isn't till Mr. Farley asks us to quiet down that we all depart to our rooms, though evidently Jeremy is still on his sugar high because he tries to convince us to leave the house but is shut down and so he drags himself to room that has been given to him. 

Stella goes to her and Liam comes to mine, though over the past days, it has become his room as well since he has moved all stuff in, not that I mind. I like falling asleep curled up to Liam. 

"Has Ackhart said anything about the stuff Jeremy injected himself with?" I ask as I peel back the covers on the bed. 

"Not that I know of." Liam replies and sits down to shrug off his boots and then shimmy's out of his pants. My eyes focus on his back as he raises the shirt over his head and passes me his shirt. I take it and I quickly change out of my jeans and flannel and tug on his shirt. He motions me into his arms and I comply.

Liam props up plenty of pillows behind us and I settle into place beside him, throwing my leg over his and laying my head on his chest as my fingers trace his skin. Liam sighs.

If I wasn't so comfortable, I probably would have started worrying over the fact of why Dr. Ackhart has not informed us of any updates, but Liam is warm and distracting so I don't complain when Liam lifts my head to press his lips to mine. 

Liam's hand smooth gently over my back as he deepens the kiss and I can feel the gentle brush of his tongue against my bottom lip and like that I am lost.

Liam rolls us over and presses me down into the mattress, his body presses into mine gently and his kisses are slow, languid, and coaxing as he trails his fingers down my arm, coming to rest on my bare thigh. He taps his finger against my leg and I wrap my leg around his waist, drawing him near to where our chests are pressed against the other tightly.

I tangle my fingers into his hair and eventually I wrap my other leg around his waist, cradling him and sliding my hand down the front of his chest. His muscles twitch under my touch and I smile into the kiss, but it disappears as Liam's lips leave mine and trails to the back of my ear. He soothes his tongue there and breathes a groan when I shift my hips and tilt my head to the side. Liam seems to like the new position since he trails down to my throat, pressing kisses before biting and quickly soothing the sting with his tongue. 

His hand travels under my shirt and comes to rest on my stomach, rubbing circles and when he finds the sweet spot on my neck, I let out a breathy sigh and shift my hips again and Liam pushes back, making my eyes widen and a gasp to leave my lips. Liam's face clenches in concentration as we fall into sync, "Baby," he breathes raggedly and it's the first time he's ever called me that but I find I quite like it. "Fuck, Ronnie."

He does it again, slowly and sensual just like his kisses and he waits to see if I will reciprocate. It feels too good to deny not.

I roll my hips into his, the blunt tip of my nails digging into his back as Liam does it again and captures my mouth, swallowing down my cry. In a blur, Liam wrenches the T-shirt over my head and his hands come up to grope me, rubbing the pad of his fingers over my breast. He shifts again and I throw my head back.

If Liam is this good at foreplay, I wonder how good the actual act will be!

Liam snaps my bra off, lips coming to greet the new skin and his lips feel so plush and heavenly as he splatters kisses across my chest and then he's leaning and-

"Ron! Liam!"

The door is busted open and I'm screaming. 

Stella and Jeremy are there. Stella smirking and Jeremy wide eyed and Liam is scrambling for his T-shirt but resolves with yanking the sheets up to my chest and covering me from view but I'm positive that Jeremy has seen more than I would have liked him too.

"What are you doing? Get out, you fuckers!" Liam stands, ready to come bash them both when they run off and I hear Jeremy laughing and Stella shouts.

"Come down stairs, it's important!"

And from Jeremy:

"I saw Ronnie's boobies!"

I am horrified as I clasp my face in my hands. I only look up when Liam cusses and shuts the door and starts to dig through the drawers for clothes. He angrily yanks on his jeans. "I can't believe you didn't lock the door!" I hiss at him as he tosses me a top and I reach for my bra that he threw on the floor.

"I thought you were going to!"

"What the hell is so important anyway?" I fuss as I snap my bra back and pull on a tang top a long with some shorts. I push myself to the edge and tug on my boots. "You better bash Jeremy's face. Now he's never gonna shut up about seeing my boobs."

"Baby, I'm going to re-arrange his face." 

With that, Liam pulls me up from the bed and clasps his hand tightly in mine and then we proceed to rush down the stairs, all the while I'm trying to smooth down my hair.

Jeremy, Stella, and just about everyone else is there at the door, all in their lounge clothes. "What's going on?" Liam asks as we join the group. 

"The packs arrived early," Mr. Farley replies tensely, over the sound of Jeremy and Stella's snickers. 

"What? Why?" I ask, though I shoot Jeremy and Stella a dirty look and Liam quickly and discreetly kicks Jeremy behind the knees. 

Farley shrugs and Liam says, "Why don't we find out then?"

We are all ushered out the door and the first thing we are greeted with high-beams and shadowy figures. I'm weary and so is everyone, tense and confused at why they are here or why they have chosen to give us scare.

Then Rosalyn steps forward, into the light and I hear Jeremy dreamily sigh. "I hope I see her boobs next." Jeremy mutters to Stella. She smothers her laughter with her hand. 

"Rosalyn, you are here early. Is there anybody else with you?" Mr. Farley steps forward and Rosalyn readily embraces him into a hug.  She pulls back, peppers two kisses onto his cheeks before moving onto the others as she answers,

"No, it's just Trist, Marcelo, Ruby, Paz, and I." She stops on Calla, "Oh my gosh, Cal, you look so great!"

Calla squeals and embraces her tightly. "You too! Love your shoes."

"Thanks, they're Jimmy's." She lifts up her foot and rotate's her ankle to show them off. I'll let you borrow them once you pop this baby out." Calla and Rosalyn giggle as they both rub their hands on her stomach.

"Who's Jimmy and why is she borrowing his shoes?" Jeremy murmurs and Stella shrugs.

"Liam," Rosalyn greets. "How nice to see you after all this time." Liam does not reply but nods and I'm not going to lie when it brings me satisfaction. Then her blue eyes slide to me. "Oh, you!" Besides Liam, Jeremy, and Stella, everyone looks confused. "I met her at the bakery," She clears up with a smile. "I never caught your name. I'm Rosalyn Bayle." She holds her hand out for me to shake and I take it, eyes meeting her's as I flash a grim smile.

"Ronnie Mars." I say. And then quickly add when she goes to move onto Jeremy. "I'm Liam's mate."

"Oh," She looks thoughtful before she nods and beams dazzlingly. "That's so great, Liam! I'm so happy for you!" She squeals and pulls him into a hug finally while I resist the urge to claw her eyes out. It's natural instinct when you're girl. "We'll be great friends."

Over my dead body.

             It's later when Farley is leading them all to their rooms that Stella corners me with a wide grin,

"And you said you wouldn't need birth control and condoms."

-----------------------------

Wattpad rated this chapter R, but whatever, I'm cool with it. I didn't think the scene was THAT intense - not compared to what I've read on here before that was "PG-13" But if it gets to bothersome, I might have to remove the scene. Idk yet.

Anyway, yes, we meet Rosalyn and Tristan! Our two new characters. I'm not finished with introducing them and everyone else but this chapter was getting really long and I like to split up things so yeah.

And a lot of you were all like, "YEAH! JELLA!" which was shocking because I thought their relationship gave off Platonic.

I'm not going to say what I've got planned for the both of them, but sorry, it's not most likely with each other! :P

And after this all ends, Stella should be a Sex Ed teacher!

"Remember kids, safe sex is the best sex."

:D Until next time,

- CeCe.