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I don't know what to do that night. I'm torn between going, seeing Liam, or staying home. The more rational part of me thinks staying home is what's best. Then that small, and I mean small, part of me that fancy's him urges me to go.

But I know I can't afford to.

What if I ended up growing close to Liam? He was a wanted man. And if I were to be with him, It'd be like putting a target right on my back. All the people that were after him would use me against him. But would Liam ever really let anyone lay a finger on me? No. He wouldn't.

I knew that from the moment he heard Adam calling after me in the woods. He looked ready to kill. That scared me, frankly. I knew what he was capable of. He could kill me easily if he pleased. Though I doubt he would.

Why am I even pondering seeing him? It's not safe. Everything about him screams danger. Especially that scar above his eyebrow. I still wonder how he got.. Did one of his victims give it to him while fighting back? The thought makes me shiver and ultimately decides I am not going anywhere near him. No matter what.

But as I lay in bed that night, rolling around restlessly, I realize this is gonna be a lot harder then it seems.

I finally push myself out of bed, not bothering to put on any shorts of sorts. I just walk into the kitchen with my clad underwear on and tang top, knowing I'm alone.

Yeah, my father still hasn't come home. It's no shock. He does this multiple times a month, probably going out and spending his time's at bars. Also probably in some women's bed as well.

I push away the though, disgusted at the image of my father with another woman that isn't my mom.

I glance at the stove clock and sigh when I only see it's 12:30 AM. I know I'm not going to be getting a wink of sleep tonight, so I do what I can do. Drag my art stand out of my room and into the living room. I begin to do mindless things, such as mixing colours and creating silly hearts. Somehow, in one of those hearts "L+R" appears.

I scuff at myself, "Really, Ronnie?" I mumble to myself, ready to splatter some paint on it to mask it when a thud sounds in the house. Particularly, my room. What the hell was that?

I'm alert right away. Another sound occurs, louder this time, as if demanding my attention.

I gulp nervously some how finding comfort as I grip my pant brush in my hand. Then I quickly think to myself - What am I gonna do with a paint brush? Paint whoever the hell is in my house to death?

Another thud sounds, this time, I jump. I just need to man - Or should I say woman? - up and find out what's in my room.

I inch forward to my door, letting out small and raspy breaths. I don't even know why I'm so nervous. It could be nothing.. But then again, it could be something.

I stop in front of my door and pull myself together before I reach out and rest my hand on the door knob. I do it all in one fluid motion, not giving myself enough time to panic, and slam open the door. I immediately raise up my fist, ready to punch out any intruder. But there's no one in my room. It's completely empty.

Still, they could be hiding. So I take a hestiant step inside my room. My sharp eyes scanning the area. I even check under my bed too be safe. Nothing. So what made those sounds? My question is answered once I see three of my paint bottles on the floor.

I pick them up from the floor and place them on my desk. I still can't help but think what caused them to fall over.

I sigh, rubbing a hand over my forehead. "It's nothing, Ronnie. Stop freaking yourself out." If I didn't feel crazy before, I for sure as hell do now. Talking to myself? Really? God, I'm losing it.

Though I tell myself it's nothing but a few paint bottles that made the sound, I keep on clutching the paint brush.

I exit the room and make my way to the kitchen, leaning over the sink I quickly splash some water on my face and let my hair down from my bun. I sigh and shake my head. What has gotten-

"Nice underwear. Batman, really? Cute."

I let out a shriek right away and swing around, not even taking the time to try and figure out who it is. I throw a punch right to the face, which the person catches. The next movie comes naturally. I go for the one place that would effect a man.

I send a kick between the legs.

Once I hear the groan and see their hands fall to the front of their pants, I know this is a man. He falls to the ground, rolling and groaning in pain.

I grab what I can find on the counter top, which turns out to my paint brush and topple onto the dude, jabbing it into his chest while letting out a string of cuss words. It doesn't even phase me that I'm trying to stab this guy with a paint brush.

That is till he calls my name out. A normal stranger wouldn't know my name, right? "Ronnie! It's me, Liam!"

I freeze and lean a little closer to him, pulling down the hood on his face. Even though it's pitch black in the kitchen, I'm able to see his features. And most importantly, his glowing green eyes. "Liam?" I pant and tuck my hair behind my ears. What the fuck is Liam doing in my house?! "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, echoing my thoughts.

"You didn't show up. So I tracked you down." He says and his sentence ends in a groan. "God, is it normal if I can't feel my own dick anymore? I think you killed it!" He cusses under his breath more, leaning his head back onto the tile.

I bite my lip, "I thought you were a rapist! Or a robber! I had to protect myself!" I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. "You don't just barge in on someone like that. You're not even supposed to be here, first off. If Adam or somebody else sees you here, they'll kill you."

"Adam, huh?" He mutters, "Is that the punk that was calling after you the other night?"

I roll my eyes once I see his eyes filled with envy. "That's beyond the point, now-"

"You didn't answer my question." He says, cutting me off. I glare at him, till I see a smirk slip onto his lips.

"What's so funny?" I hiss, and he shrugs. I suddenly feel his rough, but nice feeling, hands on my bare thighs.

"Nothing. But I do like this position quite a bit." He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I gape at him till I realize I'm on top of him. Straddling him. With my hands on his neck and my face inches away from him. I feel his hot breath wash over my face and I shiver involuntarily.

His hands travel further up my thighs. Another shiver ripples over my body and I struggle to swallow down a breathless gasp.

He stops once his hands rests on my waist and he leans to where our noses touch. I know if I make a move, my lips will touch his in a instance. Which isn't a repulsive thought as much as I hate to deny it.

I'm frozen as he runs his lips down my cheek bone, setting every nerve on fire. I hold my breath and feel him lean closer to my ear. His lips brush my lobe, before he nips at it. This time, the gasp leaves my lips and I fist a handful of his soft hair between my fingers while my other hand trails down his muscled chest. The muscles bunch and relax under my touch, causing a small smirk to touch my lips. I have the same effect on him just as he has on me. "Though, just so you know, this is the only time I'll ever allow you to be on top." The comment just makes me grow incredibly hotter. Racy images feel my mind of Liam and I.

I bite my lip and wonder how his hands would feel all over my body.

Hello! Earth to Ronnie! I don't know if you've realized but Liam Farley, one of the most dangerous rogue's, is touching you with his bare hands that he's probably killed with.

Oh my god! What the hell am I doing?

I jump off of him and slam myself up against the counter. "Gross!" I fake horror and disgust as I stare at him, "Say something like that again to me and I'll make sure you go sterile."

He smirkes, amusment clear in his eyes. "You sounded like you liked it when you moaned." I flush right away. It just makes the smirk on his face widen. "And calm down there, Jackie Chan. You just got lucky since I was caught off guard."

I scuff and cross my arms over my chest. "I beg to differ."

He slowly boosts himself up from the ground, rubbing his a hand through his head. "Then try to hit me again. You'll see."

I glare at him and don't even give him a heads up as I throw a punch at him. He dodges and I aim again to kick in his.. reign, when he catches my foot and yanks. Causing me to fall flat on my back. I knew if he wanted, he could have put a lot more strength into that pull. He's being gentle with me. The thought just makes me more angry. Does he really think I'm that weak?

I yank my leg free from his hold and hop back up, swinging my fist towards his face. He catches my bunched fist with ease and twists my arm behind my back and shoves me gently into the counter. He presses himself into my back side. I hear him let out a low chuckle while I let out a sigh of frustration.

It's true. He can beat me so easily. The question is, why hasn't he already?

He has the chance right now. He could break my arm and snap my neck. But he doesn't. He releases me and steps back, giving me my space.

I turn on my heels and stare at - Again, more like up - at him. He just seems to stare right back till his eyes roam farther down my body. I follow his wandering gaze and notice I'm still only in just my underwear. My kiddie, batman logoed underwear.

Oh god.

I squeal and dash around him. I hear his booming laughter as I rush into my room, grabbing the first pair of jeans I can find and tug them on. I also stuff my hair up into a pony tail and exit out of my bedroom, ready to tell him to get the fuck out when I see him gazing at my painting.

I freeze in my tracks thinking about how I did that ridicules heart with both our names in it. Crap, crap, crap.

He glances over at me with raised eyebrows. "And here I thought you hated me." He mocks, smiling while fingering the now dried paint.

I shake my head and swallow down the log of spit that seems to be stuck in my throat, "That L can stand for anything. For instance, that could be referring to... " I trail off, finding I can't think of a decent excuse. I finally just strut over and grip the painting in my hand then place it behind the TV. "Something. I was referring to something that has nothing to do with you. You never answered my last question anyway, what are you doing here?"

"I did answer your question, you just were distracted by my hot body-" I scuff as I hear this and roll my eyes. "-You didn't show up at the lake like you promised I would. So I followed your scent and ended up here."

"Did you also follow my scent to my high school?" I ask, with a edge to my voice. "I got your note."

"Oh yeah?" He raises a eyebrow at me, a coy smile grazing his lips. "Did you like it?"

"No! I don't think stalking me is something I would like! What were you talking about in the note? What are you planning?" I ask all in one breath.

He shrugs nonchalantly and purses his lips. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He sends a mocking grin in my direction.

I glower at him, "You're playing with fire, Liam. And you're bound to get burned." I pause, shaking my head. "Are you so stupid that you don't notice you're not only putting me in danger but yourself? If my pack finds you, they'll kill you. Then probably me."

Liam rolls his eyes as if saying - please, like they could beat me. "They wouldn't bother coming after me, Ronnie. They're not idiots."

"What makes you think they won't kill you? Us?"

"They know I'll get away. They know I could pick off each and everyone of them. How do you think I've gotten around for so long? Most packs don't bother to mess with me. Their all too weak. Just like yours." He says and his eyes dart around the room before they finally land on me. "As for people going after you, I'd kill them before they even got a chance."

His words make me suck in a breath. I don't know whether to feel flattered or horrified.

Flattered because he'd go to any length to keep me safe.

Horrified because I didn't want anyone to kill for me. Especially Liam. It just reminded me of the fact he's a rogue. A rogue that's killed people. Innocent people, even.

Although I fight myself to deny Liam, I know I can't. Even though he's dangerous, everything about him draws me in. The more you fight it, the harder it gets.

"I don't need you to protect me, you know. I'm a big girl. And I don't know about that.. They could hunt you down. Catch you off guard. All I'm saying is that if you show up here again, Liam, I won't hesitate to tell Adam." I surprise myself when I'm able to look him straight in the eye and tell him this huge lie. I beg, no plead, that he won't call me out on my bluff. That he'll stay away, even though I don't want him to.

He eyes me for a minute. He maintains a blank expression, as if he's really contemplating I'll tell my pack that one of the most dangerous rogue's has been hanging around our territory.

I will myself to slow my breathing. To stand straight and not shrink away from his gaze.

Finally, he smiles. And I know he's called my bluff. "You won't do that." He states simply and in a blink of a eye, he's back up close to me, running a rough, but tender, hand down my arm and stops once his fingers brush mine. Our fingers intertwine with one another immediately. "We're bound to one another, Ronnie. You won't hurt me because it'll hurt you. If I go down, you go down with me."

His words leave me speechless. I know it's true. Yet I refuse to admit. Instead, I glare at him and relculantly wrench my hand from his grip. "Don't blame me when you get yourself killed."

He laughs, "I've kept myself alive for this long, haven't I?" He smiles at me before he brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Good night, sweetheart."

I watch as he turns his back to me and walk to my bedroom. I follow after him and see him open the window in my room, sliding himself out. "Good night," I hiss, walking over to the window and gripping the hinges ready to close it. "And don't call me sweetheart, jackass."

He sends me a taunting grin and wagers a finger at me. "You know, I find it incredibly sexy when you're angry."

I roll my eyes and give him the finger before I shut the window and close the curtains. I can hear his laughter and surprisingly soft footsteps, after about five minutes, all I'm greeted with is silence.

I sigh once he's out of range and fall back into my bed. Suddenly, I feel all worn out.

I shrug out of my uncomfortable jeans and get under the cover, closing my eyes. I snuggle into the sheets and push the thought of Liam being next to me, snuggling him inside of pillow and sheets and fall asleep to the image of him plastered into my mind.

A sound of someone knocking on my door is what wakes me from my slumber that morning. For a while, I just ignore it till they pound harder on my door. I groan and gruggily remove myself from the warmth of my bed, I shove on my jeans from last night and walk to the door, not bothering to even tame my bed head hair.

I swing open the door to see Adam. "What do you want?" I spat, obviously not in the best of moods.

He eyes my attire for a minute before he says, "I wanted to see if you'd like a ride to school."

I narrow my eyes at him. "What's the catch?"

He laughs, clearly amused. "No catch. I'm just trying to be nice considering we're gonna-" He stops once I let out a loud groan and hold up a finger.

"Don't remind me."

"I won't," He says slowly and his eyes twinkle with mischief. "But only if you let me drive you to school."

For a minute, I think of rejecting. But then I think, it's just a car ride. What's the harm? So I nod. "Alright, fine. Just give me a minute to get dressed." I don't wait for him to reply as I slam the door close and trudge my way to my room.

I fine a clean pair of gray skinnies in my drawer and slide them on along with my combat boots and a dark green plain T-Shirt. I manage to get my hair untangled and quickly braid it. I grab my bag and then I'm out the door.

I meet Adam outside, who waits by his shiny BMW. Most people would stop and admire it - I'm pretty sure Adam's use to it, at least, since he has a shocked expression when I just get in the car and wait for him to drive us to school. I was never one to drool over people's possessions, so he shouldn't have been surprised.

He gets in seconds later and starts the engine, pulling out of the drive way and onto the road. I don't even bother to start conversation, I just stare out the window and watch the trees past by.

It's Adam who breaks the silence. "So you know about the up coming formal, right?"

"No." And I hope I won't ever know that one's coming up, nor do I wish to attend one.

The formal is when all the packs in the region get together and dresses up as whatever the theme is intended to be. This year, it's Masquerade. I never did understand why the hell they have them, but I guess it's just to announce big up coming events. 

"Well, one's coming up in a week. And you know in about two months, on my eighteenth birthday, my dad will be passing down his position to me. My dad.. He wants me to start introducing you as my mate. So you can mingle with-"

"I'm not going. Pick someone else." I cut him off right away, folding my arms over my chest. I swore at myself mentally. I should have never accepted the damn car ride offer.

"Ronnie, it's a done deal. You're the one I've chosen. You're my mate."

I shake my head rapidly and glare at him, "You don't decide for me who's mate I am and who's I'm not. It's my life. I make my own decisions. And I decided that I don't want to be your mate. Do us both a favor, Adam, leave me alone. Pick someone else. Someone who actually wants this."

His mouth falls slightly a gape at might. He's speechless. And I'm glad for that. I look back towards the road, seeing our school come into view.

"I.. I can't do that. I'm sorry." He whispers as he pulls into the school parking lot and picks a spot.

"You're really gonna be sorry soon, Adam." I hiss and swing open the door, slamming it behind me. This seems to catch some on goers attention since they stop and stare.

I don't even bother with them, I just strut up the steps and head off to my locker. That's when I notice Ms. J is walking right over to me.

"Good morning, Ronnie." She greets with a big smile.

I give her a stiff nod, "Morning."

"I have great news!" She grins, clapping her hands together.

"Oh yeah? What?"

"A new student volunteered to be help you with the painting the back drops!" She squeals, acting like a teenage girl while I stare blankly at her.

"New student?" I utter. Oh god. Oh god. Please don't let it be who I think it is.

"Yes. A new student. He should be joining us in a few days of sorts. Anywho, class should start any minute. See you in six period, Ronnie!" With that, she saunters off. Leaving me to my scattered thoughts.

Kill me now.

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Soooo, I hope you liked this chapter.. Do you think the new student is Liam? Or do you think it's someone else? It could be. Muahaha.

I wanted to explain the whole Adam thingy, too. So there is no confusion.

Adam chose Ronnie as his mate. But she's not his real mate. He's doing it because in two months, he's taking over the pack and finding your true mate in that time is impossible. He pretty much needs to mate with her by that time.. Of course, Liam has ruined these plans. Because he's her REAL mate. And I feel like I'm just confusing you more, lol. As the story progresses, you'll see.

Make sure to comment, vote, and fan. (:

- CeCe.