Make sure to listen to the song on the side! :P  And oh, this has not been edited.                        

The weekend passes surely but slowly. Saturday and Sunday, I lock myself away in my room and just paint. I don't even answer the door when someone knocks. Instead, I turn up the music louder and ignore the fact my whole world is collapsing around me.

Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic to say.

The world wasn't ending. And if it ever did, it wouldn't be over boys. I always use to insult girls who only worried about their boy problems, but now I was becoming one of them in a matter of only three weeks since Liam invaded my life.

When had both Adam and Liam became my life to even dare to declare my world was crashing down around me, anyway? Both of them were messing with my head for two incredibly different reasons.

Adam because, well he was forcing me to practically be with him. If that wasn't clear enough. The more I thought of actually mating at him, the more disgusted I became. I needed to find a way to get out of it, but the only solution I could come up with was Liam.

He could surely get me out of it, couldn't he? Then again, he was the reason I was in this whole "be-with-Adam-or-else-I'll-hurt-Liam-and-Anna" problem. If I wasn't his mate, I could have gotten out of it by now. Right?

I don't know. I wasn't sure of anything anymore these days.

I could barely focus on one thing without my thoughts going back to Liam.

Liam.

What had he done to me? Put me under some type of spell? He seemed to invade not only my life, but my thoughts, actions, and dreams.

Yeah, I could barely sleep without him appearing in my dreams, beckoning me to tell him the truth. He also promised to help me. To love me, even.

Each time I woke with a start, glancing around frantically and wondering if he was there. He never was.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of what I said. How I told him I didn't need him. It was such a lie, because now only two days without even being able to see him I was going crazy. How was I suppose to bid him from my life if I couldn't go two days without his presence?

I couldn't. I would never be able to get rid of him. He'd always be on my mind.  He was sinking into me like poison, tainting me.

When Monday morning comes around, I get dressed quickly in a pair of black jeans and white V-neck. I shrug into my usual boots, braid my hair, then I'm out the door for the first time in two days.

I see Adam momentarily for a moment, though his back is to me.

I don't give him the chance to spot me. I hurry my pace, jogging slightly to the main road. I stop and resort to walking once I'm far away from the pack neighborhood.

I do what I did Saturday and Sunday, I put on my headphones and turn the music up till my headphones are literally pulsing.

Once I get to school, I manage to get through the crowd and make my way to the locker. By now, I should be comfortable with the stares I get, but I'm not.

Especially not when the girl next to me doesn't even open her locker, instead she just watches me, titling her head.

What a freak, I think and do my best to ignore her, though it's hard when someone is watching you so boldly.

I pop open my locker and stuff my Science book in while fetching my math one. I sigh, and close my locker, ready to walk off when I'm suddenly whirled around slammed up against the lockers. My eyes widen in surprise and I come face to face with a angry looking Anna.

"Thanks for calling me and letting me know why you left the party." She says sarcastically, glaring at me.

I part my lips, my jaw slack and my mouth dry as I try to come up with a excuse. But after a few moments of silence, I realize I'm not going to get out of this. I do the cowardly thing and say, "Sorry."

Anna isn't pleased the least bit by my pitiful attempt to apologize, but she backs off and releases her death grip on me. "You have no idea how worried I was when I didn't hear from you the whole weekend. I thought Liam ended up murdering you like he almost did Adam."

My eyebrows furrow at her words. Like he almost did Adam?

What was she talking about? Before I could ask, loud gasps and whispers catch my attention. My eyes flicker through the crowd until they fall on Adam.

I can't resist the shocked sound that leaves my lips, just like everyone else, I peer closer.

Adam has a black eye. Along with a busted up jaw and numerous bruises and cuts covering his arms. He even has one long jagged cut across his cheek that makes me wince just by looking at it. That one looked like it hurt the most to get.

Who had done this to him? Liam? My question is answered when one boy laughs, "Look who got his ass whipped by Farley!" He hollers, and slowly, people join in with the laughter.

"Shut up, idiot." Adam hisses, venom leaking from his voice that the kid who was once laughing, flinches. And I didn't blame him.

That was the same tone that Alpha Beckett used on me.

My throat tightens and I reluctantly turn away from the scene, and stuff my headphones that had fallen out of my ears back in.

I dodge Anna's out stretched hand and dart around her. For the first time in my life, I'm eager just to get to class.

                               Liam is surprisingly here. At school. I hadn't expected it all, since I thought he'd ditch out again. But he's there.

He doesn't make any attempt to talk to me, or even look at me. I don't know what hurts more.

Then again, this is what I was asking for, wasn't I? For him to leave me alone? I did. But then why now did I crave his attention? His persistence?

I found myself looking at him every time I got the chance. At one point, I almost reached out for him. To at least to make sure he's real, that's he actually here.

When the bell rings signaling it's lunch time, he doesn't glance at me even then. He just walks out of the classroom, hands stuffed in his pockets with a calm expression.

I trail behind, following a whole crowd of kids into the lunch room. Somehow, I end up by Liam's side in the line to get food. We make no attempt to talk to each other. Instead, we focus on things that are happening around us.

But I couldn't stand it anymore.

I look to him and study the side of his face. He notices my stare, since he tenses, his muscles bunching and he holds a tight grip on the blue tray in front of me.

My eyes trail down and to his bruised knuckles. Bruised Knuckles?

I suck in a shaky breath and my eyes flicker back up to see he's now facing me. His green eyes glazed over with hardness. It hurts to know that it's all directed at me.

Make up your damn mind, Ronnie. Do you want him to love you or hate you?

The true answer was that I had no clue. But the hate I was getting right now, didn't feel so good.

He didn't hate me. He couldn't. Right?

What had I done? I question silently. I don't even care how the rumours of him beating up Adam are true. All I care about is Liam. And how he might potentially hate me.

Then again, if he hated me, why did he pummel Adam? It made no sense. Nothing did.

"It's true, isn't it?" I whisper softly, aware to the fact people our watching our every movement. Our every word.

They're probably so curious to why suddenly Liam Farley is talking to me, Adam Beckett's supposed girlfriend. I cringe mentally at that.

He doesn't answer. He just turns away and slides his plate to the cash register, he pays and leaves, not sparing me another glance.

I watch after him helplessly. This is how Liam must have felt after I screamed at him and marched off.

I pay and depart, finding my way mechanically to Adam's table. Anna's already their, talking to some girl that I don't bother to know.

I set my tray down, catching everyone's attention. Even Adam's who once sat picking at his food. Nobody says something for a minute. The tension is immense.

Finally, Anna says, "Hey Ron."

I stiffly give her a nod, my own way of saying hello. Then they dive back into conversation. I don't talk much, instead I mimic Adam and start picking at my food till I can no longer take it and turn in my seat to face Adam. "Is this the part where we breakup because of what happened with Liam?" I ask lowly and my eyes dart to the rest of the table to see them too involved in a conversation to care.

"No," He replies, "This is the part where we pretend it never happened."

"But how?" I press the subject further on, refusing to just 'pretend it never happened.' "Your father surely won't forget. So why should I? We?"

"You'll forget about it because I tell you to. Understand, Mars?" He says it so composed. So relaxed. There's no hint of frustration or anger at all.

Mars.

That's what his father had called me when he was threatening me. More and more reasons to believe he was just like his dad. A monster.

The sentence replays over and over in my head. The more I hear it, the angrier I become till my blood boils so badly that I clench my fist that are rested on the table.

He notices it, since he glances at me with raised eyebrows. I glare at him in response.

He think he can tell me what to do, I think, he think he can control me.

It 'causes me to say, "No." My voice is loud and filled with hatred. And it's all pointed at him. It also catches everyone's attention. The conversation between them stop and they all look at me.

"What?" Adam's jaw clenches, and I shake my head at him. So much like his father. He's so much like his father. My chair scraps loudly against the marble flooring as I scoot back and stand up, ready to launch off when Adam catches my wrist and holds me in place. "Ronnie, you need to under-"

"I don't." I snap, already knowing what he's going to say.

He's going to tell me I need to understand. That I need to listen to him. But I refuse to. I'm not going to become his little servant like the pack wants me to. I'm not going to let him drag me through the mud because of my fear of what he'll tell his father.

I already knew Alpha Beckett was going to do something major since Liam had attacked Adam. I figure if I tell him off, it won't effect the decision he's going to make.

That's why I wrench away from him, though he shouts after me. Telling me to forget about it all if I knew what was good for me. I scuff at that, like he really knew what was good for me?

"I know what's good for me," I say harshly, earning numerous gazes from nosy on lookers. "And it's certainly not you."

Adam gives me a hard glare, "This is not the place for this discussion, Ronnie."

I huff and shake my head."Go screw yourself." With that, I walk off. Out of the lunch room, and out of the damn school.  Away from damn Adam.

But I don't head home.

I choose to distance myself away from the water and run to the place where I spent most of my childhood at. The lake.

When I get there, I stop and collapse near the shore. Not even caring when the water touches my knees.

I sit there for hours. Recalling it all when I use to come down here with Adam. And I don't even grimace, surprisingly.

I just wonder what exactly went wrong with him. Why he's different. Why's he changed.

But I don't let the current of events that played out today mess with my head like I usually did. Maybe that's why I was having problems with thinking of a plan to get out of all of this.

Then again, I was sick of always thinking about Adam. Or Liam.

I lay back in the sand, ignoring the scratchy and uncomfortable feel of it against my skin. My breath falls shallow and soon enough, my eyes close and I fall asleep from there, no longer wishing to dwell on today's events.

                                             When I open my eyes, I don't expect to see it's night time. Nor the fact a pair of haunting green eyes are staring down right at me.

I don't need to question who they belong to. I know it's Liam. I could sense it. Sense him. Talk about freaky.

I stare right back at him, my lips slightly parted. I shiver when a cold water brushes my legs and I jump up with a start at the feel of it, bumping foreheads with Liam.

That surely didn't feel any better.

"Ouch!" I hiss and grip my head as I push myself to my feet.

Liam mimics my movement and grips his head, "What is your head made out? Steel? Damn it," He mutters.

I roll my eyes at him, "Oh please."

"Now I'm gonna have a huge bump on my forehead. Thanks." He drawls sarcastically.

I scowl him, only a little pleased that's he finally talking to me. Though it consists of sarcasm and perhaps insults, I'll take it. "At least it'll take away the attention from your ugly face."

He laughs, surprisingly. And probably because of that lame comeback. At least it'll take away the attention from your ugly face? Really Ronnie?

I grimace, but don't even try to justify myself. That'd just be digging myself a even bigger hole.

"Ugly face?" He taunts, and laughs louder. Weirdly, I join in and laugh too. And again, I repeat, it's really freaking weird how we were ignoring each other today and suddenly we're laughing. I didn't understand why. But I go with it. Because it's better then fighting, right?

"That was a pretty stupid insult, huh?" I muse, pressing my lips together, silencing my laughter.

He nods, "Very."

I sigh and rub at the forming lump on my head before I drop my arm and let it fall limp at my side. We're silent after that, unsure of what to say.

Somehow, I end up blurting, "I shouldn't have said those things to you yesterday."

"Regretting it already?" He teases, a smile playing at his lips. But it's really not funny. Maybe I shouldn't have said those things, maybe they were a little too harsh.

It's not a maybe. It's definite.

I could only imagine Liam saying those things to me. I'd probably feel incredibly heartbroken. Though I don't know where this little spark of niceness has come from, I continue on. "Really, Liam. I shouldn't have said those horrible things. I'm not sure if I meant it or not. But I'm just.." I pause, looking for the right words. "I'm just trying to protect us both before we both get hurt."

"Before we both get hurt?" He echoes. I nod, gnawing on my lower lip.He steps closer to me for the first time in a few days and rests his hands on both of my shoulders. "No one is going to hurt you, Ron." He steps another step closer to me, his hands sliding up from my shoulders to my face. He cups my cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing across my skin. "I'll never let anyone hurt you."

I draw in a shaky breath and reach up, placing my smaller hand on his much bigger one. I brush my fingers lightly across his bruised knuckles. He makes a sound in the back of his throat. "It's not me I'm worrying about, mostly."

His eyebrows knit together and his lips part in silent questioning.

I make sure to emphasize the it by brushing my fingers over his knuckles, lingering on them. Still, he watches my with the same expression. "It's not only Adam that's out to hurt you, Liam." I whisper and I fear I've said too much when his face changes into something masking shock.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing," I answer in a monotone. "Just think that over. Okay?"

He shakes his head at me, leaning down to where our noses touch. It breaks me back to our intimate moment back in art room. Only this time there's no one to interrupt us. "I shouldn't have hit Adam, right?"

"You shouldn't have." I confirm. And not because I care about Adam and I'm trying to protect him from Liam coming after him again, no. I'm actually trying to protect Liam. Trying to protect him from Alpha Beckett that will surely come after him if he pushes too far.

"And why not?" He question, his voice dangerously low in anger.

I smile sadly at him, running my hand from his to his shoulder and over the planes of his muscles through his shirt. My fingers linger near his neck and I hesitantly rest them there. The whole time I keep my gaze locked with his, unable to glance away from his burning green eyes. "Bad things happen to bad people, Liam."

"Are you saying I'm a bad person?"

"No," I whisper. "But others think that. They think you're bad."

"I don't care about what the hell others think about me," He says. "I only care about what you think of me. I care about you only."

"Don't say that." I shake my head at him, "I don't think you realize what's happening Liam."

"I do," He argues in a gruff voice. "I get the fact that you and Adam aren't going to happen. I won't let it happen. Never."

"You're an idiot." I mutter bluntly. And he really is if he thinks he can stop it when the odds are all against him. The odds are against the both of us, clearly.

"But I'm your idiot," He replies, a smile twitching at his lips. "Just like you're mine."

"Are you calling me a idiot?" I question, making a face at him.

"Yes," He says honestly, "Because you underestimate me. Just watch Ronnie." One hand leaves my cheek and instead he brushes his hurt knuckles across my jaw. I shiver involuntarily, lost in the feel of him.

I can't find the strength to pull away. Instead I only pull closer, pressing his knuckles against my lips. I press a kiss to each one, watching his facial expressions.

He doesn't even flinch when I press my lips down harder. All he does is watch me with those green eyes of his.

"Well," I drawl. "What even makes you think I am yours?" I question teasingly, a taunting smile finding my lips.

He chuckles at me, drawing me close and pressing my to him. He brushes a stray hair out of my face, leaning down and pressing a scorching kiss to my cheek. One that makes me tremble and exhale a shaky breath.

His lips drag across my cheekbone as he nears my ear. He stops, letting his hot breath blow across me. "You've always been mine Ronnie. And you always will be."

                                          I manage to get away soon after that statement. I tell him how it's late and I need to go. I dodge any further questions when I detangle myself from him and jog off.

The whole time I walk back to the pack houses I wear a huge goofy grin on my face. Though I tell myself what I've done and said is stupid, I don't care frankly.

The feeling of having Liam close is too good for me to care about everything. Even Adam and stupid Alpha Beckett.

Still. I worry. About how I've just given Liam a massive hint of to why I'm acting the way I am. I must seem so bi-polar to him. How one minute, I'm pushing him away, then I'm being all sweet and even touching him.

I was confused by my actions myself. I just couldn't help but want to be close to him every chance I got. Was that such a crime? Apparently.

Once I near the pack neighborhood, I let the smile slip from my face and instead turn into a hard one. I'm glad when I do because when I immediately walk into the clearing, I see Alpha Beckett and Adam outside. Talking in hushed tones.

I see Alpha Beckett brush a hand down his son's face. His eyes hardening at the sight. His gaze flickers to me and I tell myself not to flinch when he glares at me coldly.

I read it all clear in his eyes. What he's trying to tell me,

Someone has to pay for this. And that person is going to be you.

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Yikes! :P

Haha, hi guys. I hoped you enjoyed the chapter. And of course, I just couldn't help writing that little scene between Ronnie and Liam.

And look at that girl power Ronnie displayed in lunch! :D Of course she isn't going to let Adam push her around. No way. :P Well, at least I hope it came off as that when she told him to go screw himself. Lol.

Ronnie might seem a little complex right now, but as the story goes on, you'll see her reasoning for every little move she makes.

Even if does seem like she has major bi-polarness.

And the song on the side, totally represents Alpha Beckett's message on the side to Ronnie. SO LISTEN TO IT! I feel like that's a command or something. Sorry. Please listen to it? I guess that's a better way to phrase it. :P

It's another song I'm in love with from THG. I actually saw the movie Saturday. It was amazing. And it seems to be the only thing I can talk about, haha.

Anywho, before this author note becomes hella long,

Make sure to vote, comment, and fan if you like. And want more of Liam. (;

Until next time,

- CeCe.