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                                 I'm distraught and completely dazed through the morning, leading up to lunch. It's because I can't stop thinking of what Ms. J said. What if that new student was Liam? Was he stupid enough to come to a school where my pack went? If he was indeed the new student, he had a death wish, certainly.

Then again, could Adam even take Liam? No. But his father could. Alpha Beckett would probably group the strongest men in our pack and hunt for him. They'd probably tear him limb from limb, cheering that they had killed the Liam Farley. The thought makes me feel sick to my stomach and I'm quick to push it away. I don't want to think about anything but my work in front of me. But I can't even seem to handle that.

By the time the bell rings, my test is still as blank as it was when my teacher passed it out. I couldn't even managed to write my own name down, pitiful, I know.

I walk up to the front of the class and hand it to my teacher, cringing slightly when her eyes rake over the blank test. "Did you not just feel like completing my test, Ms. Mars?"

I open my mouth to justify myself with a decent excuse, but nothing comes out. What excuse do I say? Oh, sorry, Mrs. Salimando. I was just thinking about how my mate, Liam Farley, might be coming to our school. Did I mention that he's a murderer and every pack wants him dead? No? Well, he is.

Instead, I let out a sigh and thank the gods when the bell rings, signifying it's time for lunch. Mrs. Salimando shakes her head a me, a disapproving look plastered on her face. "That's a automatic F, Ronnie. I hate to give that to such a smart girl like you."

I stop myself before I can roll my eyes. I mean, come on! How many times have I heard that stupid lecture? You're a smart girl, Ronnie. I'd hate it all go to waste.

You could say I'm servilely use to it. I just nod. "I know, Mrs. Salimando. I really need to get my priorities straight and stuff.. But with my grandma in the hospital, I just can't seem to." Oh yeah, I'm definitely pulling out the sympathy card.

"Oh? What happened this time? Did she have another heart attack or get in a car crash?" Mrs. Salimando props her head on her folded hands, pursing her lips.

I cuss silently under my breath. Damn it, how many times had I actually use this excuse? Mrs. Salimando recognizes my defeated expression since she laughs. Bitch.

"Go, Ronnie. You wouldn't want to be late to lunch, would you?" She gives me a mocking smile before she grabs a red pen and write's a big, bold, 'F' on my paper. She then hands it back to me. "Get one of your parents to sign that and hand it into me right away. See you tomorrow, Ms. Mars."

I snatch it from her grip and turn away, resisting the urge to punch that mocking little smile right off her face.

I stuff the stupid test into my bag and head off to the cafeteria. Once I walk in, I'm greeted with the sound of obnoxious laughter and loud chatter with the occasional sound of someone chewing with their mouth open, causing their food to make a gross smacking sound. Damn my werewolf hearing.

I make my way to the lunch line and grab a blue tray. It's when I feel eyes burning wholes into my freaking back that I turn and glance away from the disgusting food. I'm met with numerous curious eyes. Are people staring at me? No, you're just being paranoid.

But as I glance around the cafeteria, I see many more people looking in my direction. Some stare and whisper to one another, giggling. My eyebrows furrow in confusion and I scan over the tables to see more people looking at me. What the hell is their problem? Do I have something on my clothes or something?

I face back to the selection of food. I suddenly feel insecure. My actions become stiff and hesitant.

"Are you gonna pick something or what?" Asks the old lunch lady who stares at - Just like everyone else - with her beady eyes.

I point in a random selection and lift my plate. It turns out it was a stale piece of pizza that obviously wasn't fresh.

I pay for my food and make my way to my usual table in the back. I ignore the lingering gazes and take a seat. I pull out my plastic fork and begin to poke aimlessly at the pizza before me. I never bother to touch it.

When I hear the familiar clicking sound of Anna's heels It's what causes me to look up. Her cheeks are flushed bright red and she has this huge goofy grin plastered on her face as she sprints towards me in long strides. She reaches the table and slams her hands down on it, making me flinch. "Is it true?"

I blink, shaking my head. "Is what true?"

"Don't play dumb with me, you lying skank!" She shrieks and shoves me. The bad part is that I'm not playing dumb. I truly don't know what the hell she's talking about.

"I'm not. What are you talking about?"

Her face masks confusion for a minute, before it turns into a frown. "You really don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

I cock a eyebrow at her, "Should I?"

"Yes! Their's this crazy rumour around that you're-" Anna's cut off when a bunch of girly giggles come from behind us. We both look in the direction of where it came from to see three girls looking at us, erupting in more fits of laughter.

I have a feeling whatever Anna's about to tell me, has to do with the whole situation of why everyone is acting so weird today.

"I can't believe he's dating her," One of the girls whispered. She stares me straight in the eye and doesn't act the least bit coy. It's like she wants me to hear this, to know they're talking about me.

"Who the hell is she anyway?" Another girl asks, a lot louder then the other one. She doesn't seem to care that I'm only sitting a few feet away. Just like the other girl, she keeps her brown eyes on me and a look of disgust crosses her features. "Why would Adam choose her?"

Wait, what?

"I don't know," The third girl chimes. "She must be easy. I just can't believe she's Adam Beckett's girlfriend."

That's when I completely freeze. Dating Adam Beckett? Did they just say I'm his.. Oh god. If I didn't feel sick before, I do now.

I don't even care they called be easy, or ugly, all I can think is when the fuck did I start dating Adam? Nonetheless, when did I become his girlfriend?

"People think I'm his.." I trail off. I can't say it. I can't say the word girlfriend. And I feel so incredibly childish. It's just a word. But it has a big meaning behind it. Then again, mate has a even bigger meaning. I force myself to utter out the word, "Girlfriend?"

"Well, aren't you?" She replies. Her brown eyes search my face. I can tell she's more then confused right now.

I don't even know what to say. So I simply shake my head and avert the question at all cost, "Who said I was his girlfriend?"

Anna shrugs. "I don't know. Sidney told me that Adam was saying that you were his girlfriend."

I stand up right away and don't bother with my tray.

"Where are you going?" Anna asks quickly and she's on her feet in no time, trailing after me. I wave her off with a hand and I'm grateful when I don't hear the clack of her heels anymore. She's no longer following me.

I dart out of the cafeteria room and I begin scanning every single classroom in the building. I know it's stupid, how am I going to find Adam in this school when there are dozens of classrooms? But I don't stop.

I continue you on till I cover the whole first floor. I stop and think of where the hell Adam could be. I know he's surely not in the lunch room. I hadn't seem him in there for three weeks now since play rehearsal started..

Play rehearsal!

I make my way to the audotium and push open the heavy door. I'm greeted with the musky scent that reeks off the stained carpet.

My eyes scan the empty seats and the sage. They're numerous people there, parading around while one older man shouts orders at everyone.

It's complete chaos in other words.

I start down the long aisle and I notice a few familiars faces from my classes. They don't bother to pay attention to me. They're too absorbed in their lines and what the older man says. Once I'm close enough, I realize the old man is Mr. Taylor. He's the one who taught music class and ran the drama club.

I never had a class with him, but I heard a lot about him. How he was insane with perfection. He had even screamed at a girl who messed up a note at the schools annual Christmas show. The girl cried, long story short. She went as far to transfer out as well. Not that I blame her.

"What are you doing, Lacy? Get with the program!" He screamed and I can see the veins in his neck pulse violently. The girl, AKA Lacy, flinched and cowered away from him. She muttered a quick apology before scappering off the stage. Probably to go cry like that other chick did.

I edge to the stage and rest a hand on the old wood. I watch in amusement as one boy marches across the stage dramatically, waving around a top hat.

I have no clue what the play is actually about, but it seems interesting. I'm sure once I start painting the back drops, I'll find out soon enough.

"Can I help you with something?"

My head snaps up in the direction of the voice to see Mr. Taylor hovering above me with a glare. I nod my head slowly. "Uh, yeah. Is Adam here?"

He sighs and rubs his temples. He's obviously read to explode with anger. "We're kind of rehearsing for a play, I don't need you distracting my actors. We only have four weeks to get ready."

"I know," I say, "I just need to discuss.. the back drops for the play. I'm the one painting them."

He raises a think eyebrow at me and brushes a stray of greasy brown hair out of his face. "You're Ronnie Mars?"

"That's my name. Don't wear it out." I joke and do the cheesy thing by pointing a finger. He doesn't seem the least bit amused. I let my arm fall limp to my side. "I'm sorry, that-"

"Adam's in the back. Go before you waste anymore of my time." He says dryly and turns his attention back on all the actors. "Lacy, where are you? Get back here!" He stomps off with that. Probably to scream more at her.

I let out a exasperated breath and walk to the steps, I make my way up and I move to the blood red curtain and wrench it back. I'm glad when I see there are not nearly as many people back here then there are on stage.

Right away, I spot Adam in one of the high chairs, mumbling to himself as his hazel eyes scan over what I can only guess is a script.

I approach him slowly and stop when I'm directly by his side. He still doesn't look up, just studies the print on the paper.

"You're in the play?" I blurt out. I even surprise myself that I don't lash out immediately at him.

He doesn't bother to look up still. "Yeah."

"Who do you play?" I ask, though I'm not the least bit interested to know. He can tell, since he sighs and sets the paper down on the desk before him.

"Gaspard," He mumbles. "He's the main, troubled, character. But you don't really care about who I'm playing, am I right?"

"Not really," I answer truthfully. "That's great, though. Congrats, I guess."

"It's about the rumours, isn't it? I guess I should congratulate you too. I heard you scored head artist of the back drops."

I nod and choose to ignore the "thanks" part of the sentence. "Yeah. Did you start them? Adam, I thought I made it clear that I'm not your-" I pause and glance around, making sure no one is in hearing range. "-Mate. Nor am I your girlfriend."

He shakes his head and boosts himself out of the chair, "I didn't mean for the rumours to start. I was talking to Mandy who was arguing about how I picked you and well, I just blurted out that I was with you now and some freshman heard it. I think you know what happens next."

I let a sigh of frustration, "That's the thing, we're not together. Do you know how many stares I've been getting today? Or what people are saying about me? You have to tell everyone it's not true, Adam."

He pinches his lips together and fumbles with the edge of his script. His face scrunches together and I know he's pondering something deeply. "I.. I don't think I can do that."

I scuff, "You can. But you won't."

"It's not like that Ronnie," He says and looks to his right, probably thinking of a get away. "Look, I need to get back on stage and practice my lines. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

I shake my head and reach out to grasp his arm as he starts to walk away, he dodges and disappears behind the curtain. Why does everyone avoid telling me the truth?

I don't even have time to go after him and demand he tell me what the hell is going on since the bell rings. I hurry out of the back and make my way back to locker. I declare in my head that the discussion between me and Adam isn't over. I'm determined to get some answers and I will stop at nothing to find out what the hell is going on. And also how the hell to get out of this huge mess that's been created in less then a week.

Again, I repeat, how could my life change so drastically?

                                   By the time I get home, It's late. At least six. I stayed after school to cram in a late study session and to finish a paper of mine that should have been done a week ago.

I sigh as I enter my house and drop my bag on the floor. My shoulder and back aches from having to carry around that thing all day.

I groan and reach up to rub my tender shoulder when I hear a shuffle of loud feet hitting the wood floor. I know right away that it isn't Liam. And for some reason, that seems to disappoint me.

I peer around the frame of the door to see my dad huddled over the small coffee table, stacking papers together. He stands up straight once he catches my wondering gaze. "Hey, Ron."

"Hi," I mutter and ignore the fact he's called me by the nickname I absolutely despise. "Are you leaving again?"

"Yeah." He says and collects the papers from the table and rolls them up, stuffing it in his back picket. "I'll be gone for a.. few days, or so."

I lean against the door frame and shrug. "Whatever. Bye."

"Bye," He mumbles and walks over to where I am. He stops and pauses to gaze at me. His eyes bore into mine and I'm slightly surprised to see them holding sincerity. Hesitantly, he reaches out a hand, brushing his fingertips across my shoulder. I'm caught off guard by the unfamiliar gesture.

I move away quickly out of range of his touch and reach up a hand to cover the spot he's just touched. I cradle it like as if I've just been burned badly. "You should go. Wouldn't want to keep the girl waiting."

His face falls before it hardens. "Yeah." He passes me and opens the door, then closes it behind him. I watch from the kitchen window as he disappears into the thick plush of the woods.

My father could be so weird at times. Sometimes he was mean, rude, and stubborn, then the next he almost wanted to rekindle our broken relationship. I don't, though. I think that's what hurts him the most.

I shake my head. I don't care to think of my father's and I's strained relationship.

Instead, I focus my thoughts on taking a shower and getting to bed. And I do just that. I shower quickly and slip into my nightwear, braid my hair in my usual style and settle down.

I'm about ready to let myself fall into a deep sleep when the phone rings. I know who it is already. Anna. She's the only one who had gotten a hand on my house phone number. She must be calling to ask about Adam. I reluctantly get out of my bed and pick up the the wireless phone.

I press the green answer button and press the phone to my ear with a sigh.

"Hey, Anna.  I know what you're gonna ask, so I'll come out and say. I'm not Adam's girlfriend. Honestly, I barely like the guy, so why would I date him?" I rant to her and fall down on the coffee brown sofa. "I have no idea how I'm going to convince people it's not true. Or how I'm going to get him to tell people it's not true. Any ideas?"

"Yeah, Liam can kick his ass for you."

I freeze. Their voice is deep, silky, masculine and incredibly familiar. It's also for sure as hell not Anna's chirpy, cheery, voice. I know right away it's Liam.

"Do you always talk about yourself in third person?" I say, "And how the hell did you get my number? This just proves you are a stalker!"

His melodic laugh rings over to the phone, making my knees quiver. I'm thankful that I'm sitting down or else I would have sunken to my knees in awe. "It's called the Internet. Ever heard of it?"

"You looked me up online?" You can actually look up someone online and their information pops up? I knew there was a reason why I hated computers.

"Yup," He says. "It's not all that hard. I just typed in your name and boom! There you were. By the way, I like your Facebook picture. It's.. interesting, by far."

My cheeks heat up and I know I probably look like a tomato right now. It's because my Facebook picture is just horrible. It was from Halloween. And from a year ago when I was a sophomore. Anna had picked out my costume, while I picked out hers. She had chosen me to dress up like a guy with a funny mustache and blond wig. Even though Donald Trump doesn't have a mustache, I resembled him greatly.

Than Anna took that picture and convinced me to put it as my picture. I did. I never logged on ever again onto my stupid Facebook, mainly because I didn't care for it one bit. But now I really needed to log on and remove that horrid picture. "It was a stupid joke," I mutter into the phone. Again, he laughs. "Okay, I'm going to hang up if you keep laughing at me. I should just hang up, anyway."

His laughter dies down quickly at my threat. "Alright, sorry. Changing the subject, what's with the Adam guy?"

"I don't think that's any of your concern."

"It will be when I see you tomorrow at school."

I go silent. All I can think of is what Ms. J said about the next student. Liam is the new student. My worst fears have been confirmed. Oh god. "Are you crazy?" Is what I manage to say. I can just picture him grinning like a mad man because I'm completely lost for words.

"Obviously,"

"They'll kill you. Adam will tell his father and.. and-" I cut myself when I let out a grunt and stand up from the coach. "You have a death wish, don't you? That or you're just plain stupid. I'll go with the later."

"You worry too much," He says. "Your pack won't be touching me any time soon. Trust me."

Something about his words makes a shiver crawl up my back. Your pack won't be touching me any time soon? The tone was incredibly suggestive. As if he knew something I didn't. Maybe he had something up his sleeve. I'm possibly sure, though.

All I know is that the idea of Liam coming to school is nerve wrecking.. And somewhat exciting, as much as I hate to admit it. Exciting because I'd get to see Liam everyday of the week. That I got to peer into those sea green eyes of his. Though my mind objected that all we should be doing is staying away from him. Yet I don't think I ever could.

The nerve wrecking part is how it all plays out. What if Adam kills him on the spot? Would Adam do that? I wasn't sure who Adam really was anymore.. I had no idea what he's capable of and what he's not. The thought scares me.

"Ronnie?" His voice is suddenly soft now instead of humours. It's a nice change, I suppose.

"Yes?"

"Get some sleep." He says, "We both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"I bet," I mumble really more to myself then him. "Whatever. Night."

"Night princess."

Before I can swear at him not to call me that, he hangs up. I sigh and place the phone on the coffee table.

I sluggishly make my way back into my room and fall into my bed, closing my eyes and hoping - No, praying - that tomorrow everything would be just fine.

Though I try to fool myself everything will be fine, my gut tells me the exact opposite. I sigh and force myself into a deep slumber where I dream of Liam reluctantly. Only two days ago I met that boy and he already has me wrapped around his little finger.

                                       The next day I'm incredibly ancy. At first when I woke up I pondered staying home in bed.I thought about how I could bury myself in a cotton fortress of sheets and maybe hide there till my days are done. Obviously, my plan fails when Adam pounds on my door.

He offers me another ride. I decline at first till he agrees to talk to me about the whole "I chose you as my mate" thing.

So again I got dressed quickly in a tang top and a open flannel, along with some jeans and my combat boots along with my signature hairstyle; My braid. Then I got into his car and well, here I sit awkwardly waiting for him to say something. Anything would do. But he doesn't. He just watches the road with a scrunched face that makes him look freaking constipated.

I start to regret ever agreeing to this car ride. He clearly lied about telling me he was going to talk to me about the whole girlfriend rumour and mate thing just to give me a ride to school. But why would he do that? God, it seemed like I didn't know anything that was going on in my own life anymore.

"So," He finally says, breaking the silence. I turn to look at him and watch as he nervously drums his fingers over the leather steering wheel.

"So." I repeat, pressing my lips together.

"How's your dad? I haven't seen him around much." He asks and takes a quick glance at me before he focuses back on the road. I shrug.

"Fine, I guess. But do you really care where or how the hell he is, really? I know I don't."

"I figure It'd be a nice change asking a civilized question before diving into a fight like we seem to do every day now," He says with a sigh.

Again, I shrug. "Maybe you should stop giving me shocking news right after another. What are you gonna tell me next? That I need to get pregnant before you become Alpha or something?" I joke at the end. It's when he stays completely serious that I worry. "I'm not having your baby."

He lets out a low chuckle, "No, Ron, you don't have to have my child. Yet." I choose to ignore the last part. "And I know it's overwhelming, you know, all of this. It's all happen fast.. Too fast, maybe." He whispers the last part and reaches a hand to tousle his blond hair.

"Way too fast," I agree. "Are you going to put the rumours to a end at school? Tell everyone we're not dating?"

"I don't see the point. In a week or so we'll really have to start acting like mates. And introducing each other as that. Letting out relationship be known is just the first part."

I groan, lolling my head to where it rests against the window. "I can't be your mate, Adam. Nor can I be your girlfriend. Don't you understand about what I want?"

He sighs, nodding his head. "I know, Ronnie."

"Why'd you pick me?" I ask abruptly. "Why did you choose to make my life hell? You could have picked Mandy. I'm sure she would have been happy."

I really do wish he would have picked Mandy. I mean, she's not that bad. Right? Okay. Maybe I'm slightly wrong.

Mandy is one of the craziest fan girls of Adam's. She's always hanging around him and sneering at any girl that walks by and dares to take a glance at him. She was probably my death right now. I wouldn't be surprised.

"Mandy's.." He trails off and pinches his lips together. "Mandy's-"

"Crazy?" I offer.

"Ape shit crazy." He says with a laugh, "You should have seen her yesterday at school. I think she was trying to rape me the way she pushed me up against the wall."

I cringe at the mental image that pops up in my mind. I can just see Mandy shoving her tongue down his throat. It seems like something she would do. "Lovely." I say sarcastically, "And are you going to tell me why you picked me or what?"

"Yeah." He answers and stays silent for a minute, before saying, "I picked you because you're not like the others. I remember when we were little kids and how I thought every other girl had cootie's except for you. I even told my dad how I'd marry you one day. And I never meant for us to grow apart or anything. I was just.. confused? I'm not sure." His eyebrows furrow. "I chose you because I know you'll fight for the pack. You're smart, head strong, and god Ronnie, you're beautiful inside and out. All the other girls of the pack want me because they want to be Alpha Female. You don't."

That's because I don't want you at all, I think. But I don't say it. I can't bring myself to tell him I don't want him when he's probably just said the nicest thing to me in my whole life. So I stay quiet and stare out the window. I almost cry out in a joy once we pull into the school parking lot and park. That is, till I remember what Liam said last night.

I scan over the crowd of students through the window of the car. I'm pleased when I don't see a pair of green eyes looking back at me or nothing.

I get out of the car with ease and shut it behind me, knowing I'm safe and Liam isn't here to put himself at risk. Maybe my words really got to him last night and he decided staying away from the school, the pack, and me was for the best.

Or maybe he's just not here yet.

I go with the later.

I give Adam a stiff wave before I go jogging up the steps of the school and head over to my locker. The whole time, I manage to keep my eyes peeled for a boy with golden brown hair and green eyes.

I pop open my locker and stuff some of my un-needed books into my locker, then grab out my Math book for first period.

I jump when I feel a tap on my shoulder and swiftly turn on my heels to see Anna. Talk about Deja vu.

"Good morning, Ronnie!" She chirps with a big smile on her face. I don't smile back and greet her just as cheerily as she did. It's because Anna isn't like this in the morning much. Sure, she's a happy person but not when it comes to getting dragged to school when all she wants to do is sleep.

"What's got you so giddy this morning?" I ask and stuff another one of my books in my locker. I close it to watch her lean against the locker next to mine with a dreamy look on her face.

"I think I'm in love." She states. And I raise a eyebrow at her.

"Oh yeah? You seem to fall in love a lot. What's this.. the fifth time, already?"

She dwindles a piece of her golden blond hair in between her fingers, completely oblivious to the fact I'm practically insulting her. "He's perfect."

I'm really starting to worry now. "Who is he?"

"I don't know his name, but he is a God, Ronnie. He has these perfect muscles and these perfect green eyes. And his hair, wow. He's just..."

"Perfect?" I suggest, though I'm slightly panicking instead. Please don't let it be Liam, please don't let it be Liam. "What else is perfect about him?"

"Everything about him is perfect. The thing I find the hottest? The scar he has above his eyebrow. It just screams bad boy, don't you think?"

I freeze.

There's only one boy I know with muscles, green eyes, and a scar. Liam. He's actually here. He's in my freaking school.

I wonder how many girls have seen him already. And how many have made failed attempts to talk to him. Well, at least I hope they were failed attempts. Were they?

I shake my head and tell myself I don't care. If Liam wants to get himself killed off by the pack, then so be it. I at least tried to warn the idiot.

I manage to regain normal composure and shrug, "Doesn't sound like much to me."

For some reason, I don't like the thought of Anna drooling over Liam. I just find myself getting angrier and angrier as she babbles on about him. About how handsome he is, about how she has dibs, and about what she'd do to him. The thought makes me become uncomfortable.

"I get it, Anna," I say finally breaking through her non sense babbling. "He's hot. So what?"

I grip my bag in my hand, ready to just storm off when I catch scent of something. It's not the usual over applied axe that the boys put on or the strong perfume that reeks off the girls of the school, no. This scent is.. familiar. And by far, not human.

The smell is woodsy with another scent that I can't decipher. Is it mint? Cinnamon? I'm not sure, either way, it's addicting and make's me slightly light headed.

And If I thought the smell couldn't get any stronger, it does. It forces me face Anna again and scan the cluster of students making their way to class.

That's when I catch sight of golden brown hair. Not to mention, bulging muscles. It's not hard to notice him from the crowd of scrawny teenage boys, he sticks out like a sore thumb.

Anna clutches my arm, digging her nails into my flesh. "That's him, Ronnie, that's him!" She squeals.

I know, I think and stare after him as Ms. J falls into step with him. She pushes a paper into his hands and says something that makes him laugh. That silky laugh. And slowly, still with a smile on his face, his eyes land on me.

My breath halts in my breath and I probably appear to be a deer caught in head lights.

His grin - Or well, smirk, - widens at the sight of me.

"Ronnie!" Ms. J calls, beaming at me like a mad woman. "Here's the new student I was talking about! Liam, meet Ronnie."

Liam's features cross into a amused look and he sticks out a hand to me. "Nice to meet you, Ronnie."

For a minute, I just look at him dumbfounded till Anna elbows me in the rib cage, making me gasp out. "Shake the guy's hand, idiot," She mutters to me and gives me a pointed look till she glances in Liam's direction and flashes him a bright smile.

I robotically place my hand in his. I'm hit with small little tingles that travel my arm to my neck, making my hair stand on end. I snatch my hand out of his grip quickly and push my hand into my chest, acting as if he's burnt me. "You too."

Anna gives me a questioning look and practically asks with her eyes, what's wrong with you?

I cower away from her hard gaze and glance to my dirty shoes. I suddenly wish I would have put a little more effort into my appearance today.

"Has the Principal already assigned who's gonna show Liam around?" Anna asks and from the corner of my eyes, I can see her eye rapping Liam. Slut.

What is wrong with me? Did I just call Anna a slut? Oh god, I did. Liam's really messing with my mental state.

"Yes, he did." Ms. J replies.

Please don't let it be me. Please don't let it be, I plead silently and clench my fist at my sides. I manage to keep my gaze averted to the floor.

"I told him Ronnie would be perfect for the job! He agreed to let her show Liam around." Ms. J chirps happily. God kill me now.

I step in quick to object. "Ms. J, I really have a lot on my platter, so maybe-"

"Nonsense!" Ms. J booms, cutting me off. "You guys should get to knowing one another, anyway. You'll be working on the back drops together."

I hate you Ms. J. I really do.

I sigh and force a smile. "Of course. How could I forget?" My eyes dart to Liam and I give him a death glare. I'm quick to conceal it with the same fake smile I had just given Ms. J. "We should get going, yeah?"

"Certainly." He replies, and turns to Ms. J, giving her a heart stopping smile. It even seems to have a effect on her since her cheeks redden. Gross. "Thanks for the help, Ms. Jovovich. I'll see you in six period."

Ms. J nods and Liam takes his place next to me. I give Anna a quick wave and begin to walk away from the two love struck girls who stare after Liam and I. Well, mostly Liam.

Now that I notice, most of the girls seem to be checking him out. I can't help but feel a surge of jealousy.

"I can't believe you came here, Liam," I say deathly low, "You're an idiot. Once Adam sees you-"

"Once Adam sees me he'll kill me. Blah, blah, blah." He rolls his green ques at me and he hurries his pace to catch up at me. We fall into step with each other. "Like I said before, they won't bother to touch me. Now won't you be a good tour guide and show me to where my class is?"

"Why are you here?" I ask and ignore his previous request. I sneak a glance at him to find him watching me.

I forget my train of thought as I fall into his alluring gaze. I forget that I'm supposed to be cussing at him rather than drooling over him. I find myself focusing on nothing but just him.

Slowly, the curve of his lips pull up into a beyond sexy smirk. Again, my heart seems to speed up and pound loudly against my chest so hard that I'm afraid It'll leave a mark. His smirk seems to widen. I know he can hear my accelerating heart beat.

"I'm here to claim what's rightfully mine, princess. You."

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 You have no idea how long this took me to write. I think, like.. 6 days? Lol, I'm not sure. This was supposed to be uploaded yesterday, but I decided not to do the evil thing and leave you guys on a major cliffhanger. Though I'm sure the ending I put is classified as a cliffhanger. xD

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed. Sorry if it's boring or such. :/

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