I run my hand along his arm. The foods been gone and the party has already started but we're still in the tree house. He kisses the back of my head, running his free hand along my bare side. I'm sure my hair is a mess now and people will know that we've been doing something but I don't think I really care at this point. I feel his hand move back down, going in between my legs. I let out a small gasp as he touches me. I'm not entirely sure I'll ever get used to that feeling.

"We really should get going," I speak softly.

He pulls his hand away, "I don't really want to but you're right."

He hands me my clothes as we both get up. I look outside, it's already dark. He runs his hand along my back as he zips my dress for me. I shiver at his touch but smile. He helps me clean up then leaves, helping me out. He goes to hold my hand but pulls away. Can't break rule number two. I know it's stupid but it's the only thing that will make him leaving hurt less. We stop back at his house to put the dishes away and let him change. I have never met a person that hates formal wear more than him.

"No one wants to look like a penguin all the time," he always says.

I personally think it makes him look very mature and handsome. But we all know my opinion doesn't exactly matter to him. I smile at Mercy when I see her sitting at the kitchen table. She has a cup of tea and reads the paper every night before she goes to bed. She doesn't like to stay up late, she says it makes the next day less productive.

"Well it's certainly good to see your face around here again," she smiles up at me, "I take it Remy is done being an idiot."

I laugh, "Probably not, but there may be hope for him yet."

"Good," she goes back to her paper.

He waltzes down the stairs in a white T shirt and a pair of jeans, "Oh darling you look ravishing."

He takes a bow, "Why thank you, only my finest attire for Scott's party. Are you ready to make the long journey?"

"Yes, the three street walk," I press my hand against my forehead, "I don't know if we shall make it."

Mercy laughs as we wave goodbye. Scott greets us at the door, Jean right behind him. From the looks of it she is drunk. She kisses my cheek as I go to hug her hello. Kitty is with Wanda on the dance floor, not that I expected to find her anywhere else. She runs over to me, stealing me away from Remy and Jean's death hug.

"She's had a lot to drink," from the smell of the house everyone has.

I catch Remy out of the corner of my eye, Belladonna is making her way to him. I smirk when I see the bruise on her cheek. He looks at me and smiles. I wave and she glares at me. He walks over to me, placing his hand of my waist. He pulls me into him, moving to the music. I take his drink then take a sip. Him and the whiskey. He looks past me for a second. I follow his gaze over to Cody. I look back at him.

"Not tonight Remy," I give him back his drink, "no fighting tonight."

He looks down at me, "I won't fight as long as he doesn't get handsy."

I roll my eyes, "I'm allowed to dance with whomever I please and that means hands will go where they go."

He pulls away from me and downs the rest of his drink. He goes to refill it and I turn around in enough time to run into Cody. Next thing I know his lips are on my lips and his hands on my back. I place my hands on his shoulders, going to push away. I feel him pull away and smile at me. That's when I hear the sound of shattering glass. Everyone turns to see Remy, his eyes look like they're glowing and his hands are balled into fists. Scott goes to hold him back but instead of heading for me he heads for the door. I make the move to follow but I feel Cody grab my arm.

"Don't worry about him," he tries to pull me into him, "Stay and dance with me."

"I don't want to stay and dance with you," I pull my arm away, "Remy! Remy wait!"

He's halfway to his house when I catch up with him. He ignores me as I try to grab him. Running in wedges is not as easy as it may sound and he is not slowing down. I go to grab for his arm again but miss. The next thing I know I'm face first on the sidewalk. I let out a little gasp of pain, feeling the cut on my leg. That finally gets him to turn around. He helps me up then goes to walk away again. I grab his hand, holding on as he goes to break my grip.

"Will you at least let me explain," I look up at him.

He is fuming, "Explain what? You can't even keep to your own rules. I walk out of the room for not even a minute and you start sucking face with Cody."

"He kissed me," I explain, "I turned around and literally bumped into him. Next thing I know he's kissing me and I'm pushing him away. Do you really think if I had made the move I would have followed you out of the party?"

He moves, sitting us both on the curb, "We need to clean your leg," he runs his hand through his hair, "This all is getting way too complicated for me and it hasn't even been a day. I don't even get why we have these stupid rules. I've known you my entire life, how are there not supposed to be feelings there?"

I let out a sigh of frustration. I don't want to admit he's right but he is. I can't ask him to not feel anything if he does, I can't make myself feel nothing when I don't. But I don't want to go back to crying and I don't want to go back to not being able to touch him however I want. I don't want him to go to France. But I can't tell him not to go. I can't tell him any of this. It's not my part to make his life choices for him. God, I hate him so much. He's always this pain in my ass, always.

"You're a moron," I spat.

He blinks a few times, "What?"

"You're a moron," I repeat, "I mean what is there in France anyway? We have plenty of good schools here in America, schools that are closer to home and that are closer to…"

I can't bring myself to finish that sentence. Instead I stand up and begin to walk away. To my surprise he doesn't try to follow me. He just stays there, sitting on the curb. I take off my shoes before continuing to walk. He still doesn't follow. I walk past his house, the lights in the kitchen are still on like they always are when he goes out. The door is probably unlocked too. I could have easily walked inside, went up to his room and went to bed but I walk on.

"Hey," I hear someone call from the other side of the street.

I look to see Warren, "Hey, what are you doing out so late?"

He crosses the street, "I could ask you the same question. But I'm going to ask this one instead, why are you out alone this late?"

"Went to Scott's party, got in a fight, decided to walk home," I shrug.

"And no one offered to walk you home," he questions.

"No," I laugh dryly, "I'm fine to walk alone."

He holds out his arm, "Well I'm not ok with it so I'm gonna walk you the rest of the way home."

I take his arm, "If you insist."

He smiles down at me, "Oh I do."

We hear a loud noise coming from behind us. It sounds like a fight. I look back, it's coming from where I left Remy. I let go of Warren's arm and take off in a sprint. I can feel him following behind me. I round the corner and see Henry leaving the house. I run faster, passing him. On the next street up I see a group of guys. It looks like someone is getting jumped. I can see Cody as I get closer. I feel something in me snap. I jump on his back, using my one arm to wrap around his neck and the other to pound his chest. He pulls me off of him, throwing me to the ground. I get back up, pushing him and another guy. I feel someone hit me in the face and I get shoved to the ground again. That's when I hear him.

"I will kill you," I see him tackle Cody to the ground.

By this time not only are Henry and Warren trying to break things up but the cops have been called. I grab the side of my face and stand up. I see him get up and off of Cody. He has a bloody lip and his cheek looks even more bruised than the night before. He turns around and walks over to me, grabbing my face. He turns his head to the side, spits out some blood and looks back at me. He touches my cheek where I got hit. He then turns back to Cody, his eyes glowing with anger.

"You ever lay a hand on her again and that will be the last thing you do," he says as Cody stands up.

"What is going on here," the officer asks.

One of the neighbors speak up, "This boy was just sitting here, minding his own business and these group of boys came over and attacked him," she points to me, Henry and Warren, "These three came, I assume, because they heard the commotion."

"And why did you tackle this one to the ground," the officer asks Remy.

"He put hands on her," Remy gestures to me, "Whether I'm getting jumped or not I'm not going to let him attack a woman."

He looks back to the neighbor, "Is that what happened?"

She nods her head, "That's what I saw."

The other officers come forward, "Then you six can come with me and you," he looks to Remy, "can come down to the station and file a report now or tomorrow morning."

"I'm not going to press charges," Remy looks back at me, "I'm just going to take her home."

The officer nods then leaves. I look up at Remy. His nose looks like it might be broken and from the look of his shirt his ribs will be bruised. He looks at the side of my face again. I can tell that he is fuming even though it's nothing major. I'm sure things could have ended a lot differently. Henry looks at us as Remy tucks my hair behind my ear. I look away, feeling horrible for leaving him by himself.

"Let's get you home," he says softly, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I insist, "Warren can walk me home. I think you should just go home and rest."

He grabs my hand, "Stay over tonight. I'll take you home first thing in the morning."

I look up at him, "I should really go and I dropped my shoes so I need to find them…"

"I'll find your shoes," Warren cuts in, "I was actually heading over to talk to Henry anyway so I'll be there for a little bit, just stay there tonight. He'll need someone to walk him and make sure he doesn't have a concussion anyway."

"Fine, but only because you have a busted lip and look like a hobo," I say.

His eyes widen, "I just got jumped, what do you want me to look like?"

I can't help but laugh, "Not a hobo."

He smiles at me, "Screw off."