Forever (Book 1) (Editing)

Chapter Fourteen

I felt odd as I walked past Liam. In fact he was looking at me odd. I knew he wanted to ask me about that almost kiss, but I couldn't go there. Truth be told I didn't have an answer for him. I don't even know why I'd almost done. I hated that boy more then I've ever hated anyone. I'd never kiss him, even if it were my life on the line to do so. So if that were the case then why had the feeling to feel his lips upon mine been so strong when our eyes connected? Why had I wanted in that moment to know what he tasted like? To know how he kissed?

Sighing I ignored Liam as I went to my room lost in thought. I needed to think about what exactly I was getting involved in. I felt almost as if this was something I had no control over. Something that I was compelled to do regardless of whether I rebelled or not. I could feel it deep in the pits of my soul and it scared the shit out of me. I was drawn to him, this tiny thread barely even there was connecting us. When our eyes had locked I could see the barely there transparency of it. It was like someone had cast a spell over us and we were unable to walk away from it.

I knew I shouldn't have given into allowing him into my house. Even if it was to fix the damage that he had caused. It was just that my Aunt and I really couldn't afford to fix it ourselves and well... like he said his family had more then enough money to get the job done. But why had I agreed to go meet his parents on Saturday? And why had Liam given me such a stubborn look about going? He'd caused me to cave from the negative that was about to leave my lips.

I really wasn't wanting to do this. I'm mean sure his family were probably the wolves I needed to convince or at least a part of the pack of them, but still. They'd probably be as arrogant and rude as he was. And lets not get started with his anger issue's. The only reason I'd agreed was the little bit of something in Liam's eyes when he'd shot me his look. Even he knew for some reason that was important to go. Actually now that I think about it, he knew a lot more then he'd told me. I bet he even knew what that almost kiss was all about to boot.

I groaned when my mind once again travelled its way back to the moment. I couldn't seem to grasp what that had even been about. I mean sure he was a good looking boy, but I was in no way attracted to him. In fact just the thought of him made my stomach roll uncomfortably. I almost felt sick at how close I'd actually been to kissing him. And angry that when Liam had first opened the door to check on us I'd actually been disappointed to have the moment ruined. Of course I was grateful now.

I allowed myself to fall back onto my bed as I thought this over, groaning with annoyance that my mind seemed to keep coming back to that almost kiss. I didn't really want to kiss him, did I? I mean he'd been nothing but hurtful to me since I met him. He was arrogant and rude. He had no respect for others apparently and I was far from being that type of person myself. I had a need to help others, which I was sure had something to do with having run for so long. 

I mean sure two years doesn't seem like a lot to the average person. But when you have a hoard of Demons always on your tail, it feels like an eternity. They sucked so much out of my life and the innocent girl I'd once been had disappeared in the process. I was not the same person and if Courtney, my old best friend, were to see me now she'd walk away in a heartbeat. 

I'd been the popular girl back home, you know the 'Queen B' type who walked around with their head in the air thinking they're better then everyone else. But even back then I'd had a soft spot for people who needed help. That was how I'd ended up in the mess that has become my life. Everyone use to love me. I meant that literally too. I mean sure we were conceited and cocky and thought ourselves better then everyone else, but they literally loved us for it. Or maybe they just wanted to be us.

Courtney had been the kind of girl who hated helping others though. Every time I was kind to someone she didn't like it'd end us in a fight. I'd always give into her. I was a pushover in a sense. I cared more about losing my popularity then anything else. Until I'd never truly realised just how bad of a friend she'd actually been. I knew that just my befriending Liam would've sent her running off and forgetting all about me. She was just that way, and now I just didn't care what anybody thought about me.