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A/N: Squee over a hundred reviews! Celebration here! Anyway, thanks for the reviews I hope you'll like this chapter as well, it turned not the way I wanted to but I do like it. Sort of. Anyway, here it is! And thank you guys! And a special thanks to oreocookiepup101 for being the one hundred reviewer of this story! Eek I'm so excited! Enjoy the chapter:

If You Feel Like Running Away

Days went by slowly and before I even knew it a week had passed and March was approaching. Meaning my birthday was close. I wasn't in the mood for that though. I used to love my birthday, who didn't? But seeing the state of things I'm much better without a celebration, even though I was turning eighteen. It should be a very happy moment. Mum was excited, Dad didn't react, which was something I was used to, but I wasn't in the mood for any celebration, not when I felt like my whole life was such a mess.

I needed to sort out my priorities.

And what other way would be better if I started with making amends? If only I had the guts to get over my pride. But the hurt was preventing me to take a step in their direction. I didn't speak to Summer, she refused, I didn't try. I didn't speak to Kim because I simply didn't want to, Jared didn't look at me because he was angry at me that I had hurt Kim. He seriously was blind if he thought that she was the victim in this situation. Seth tried to talk to me but I didn't open up. And Paul, well Paul was the last person I wanted to see, and fortunately I hadn't seen him since that dreadful day Kim and I had a fight. He didn't show up at school anymore.

I noticed. Of course I did. The more I tried to ignore Paul ever entered my life the more I was aware of what was going on with him. I couldn't control it. Like I was some kind of satellite, only focused on him. Moving around him, adapting my every single move based of his actions. It was ridiculous actually. I needed to get over this thing. I only wished I knew how.

Currently I was at school, holding my History books along with my sketchbook. I haven't sketched in a long time but somehow I felt the urge to draw again. They were all the same though. The grey wolf I had once stumbled upon. Even though I only saw a flash of it I tried picturing it and filled up the blanks of details I missed. I tried picturing it in different situations. It didn't matter though, the drawing would always end up the same.

"Wondered where you were." I stopped in my tracks and turned around. In front of me stood Dante Williamson. He had no expression on his face and I automatically took a step backwards. I frowned and glared at him angrily. He had messed up so many things and I wouldn't mind blaming him.

"Why? So you can fulfil your promise?" I spat out. He looked taken back and a flash of anger crossed his face. I took another step back, carefully keeping distance between the two of us. I looked around and realized that there was nobody in this part of the building. Why was the art building always separated from the main part of the school? Why? Dante apparently knew that to because he wouldn't approach me if he knew that there would be people here.

"That's not what I meant." He said casually and I grimaced as I turned my back on his and started walking. I wasn't quite sure if he followed me or not but I could care less. Right now he was one of the things I didn't want to face and I was pretty good at running for him so I could keep up this act for a long time.

"Hey, wait up. There's no need to act so bitchy?" Dante told me as he put his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off aggressively.

"Don't touch me." I hissed. He put his hands in the air and I saw a smile appear in his eyes.

"Fine, I won't. I just wondered why you weren't with your friends."

"What is it to you?" I responded, I gave him another glare and continued walking.

"Nothing." He muttered and I glanced backwards. He was still trailing behind me. I rolled my eyes. Somehow I didn't feel threatened by him. Maybe because he wasn't acting threatening. I suppose that played a big part. I smiled as I had reached the main building. I felt another hand on my shoulder and without even looking I knew who it was. Dante.

"Would you please leave me alone?" I snapped as I turned around. He dropped his hand and I saw a slight shift in his dark eyes. His hair were tied in a ponytail and his mouth stood in a straight line. His lips almost none existent. All together his face looked menacing. Now I did feel scared.

"What do you want from me?" I exclaimed. I was tired with the game he was playing and wanted to end it more than ever.

"I want you to tell me where Paul is?" He told me. My breathing stopped and I widened my eyes at him. I shook my head immediately. If there was something I expected from him it wouldn't be this. I had thought that he would want to get back at me for blurting out his secret like that. But not this. What would he want to do with Paul?

"I don't know." I answered. I wasn't lying, I really didn't know. I may have a hunch but it wouldn't tell Dante that. Never!

"I think you do." He responded. He took a step towards me and I took one back again. I hadn't realized that I had my back pressed up against the wall until it was too late.

"I don't know. Why don't you get that through your thick skull?" I spat out. Anger bubbling beneath my skin. Waiting to gush out.

"You know what the problem was with Lily? She was far too naïve. Just like you, I'm still wondering why Paul's so interested in you. You're not that unique. There are tons of girls who are like you. But I suppose getting you banged up is a good way to get back at Paul." The moment those words left his mouth something hard collided with him. I saw a blur of dark hair and heard a familiar yell.

I hadn't realized that I was standing there, merely watching the scene unfold. I saw limbs smash against each other providing a sound I never heard before. It was fire against fire and as curses were thrown, fists were broken and punches were held back I was surprised to feel that familiar tugging in my stomach. He came back. After all, he came back. I felt my knees shake, they were trembling and I had no hold of them. I didn't care though. My eyes were firmly glued on the two boys pouring out their emotions in flying fists.

Paul pulled back his hand and let it snap forward, hitting Dante in his jaw. Boy that must've hurt. But Dante recovered soon and returned the favour by lifting up his knee and jamming that in Paul's stomach. I gasped. My only vocal reaction since he came. I still couldn't believe he came. Why would he come to me after I told him off so badly? I caused a division between us and the others. If I had thought and talked about it more rationally we might've not have a mess like this on our hands right now. At least I know where my talent lays, right?

"Williamson! Matson." That was Mr Lewis and I let out a sigh of relieve. Paul had Dante by his collar and had him pushed up against the wall. Dante's hands were reaching for Paul's throat and I could see a few splatters of blood trailing in their path.

Familiar people walked by and I faintly recall some guys pull Paul off Dante as Dante was held back by others. It wasn't hard to notice the tension and growing hate between them. They were glowering at each other and Paul was shaking vividly. To a point where I thought he'd combust. Before I knew it Paul was pulled away from the scene by Jacob Black while Mr Lewis was screaming about how disappointed he was in them. I was still huddled together. Nobody noticed me.

"Both of you will report yourself at the Principal's office. This is not acceptable!" Mr Lewis roared. Dante glared at him before his eyes moved to me. I gulped and stared at him blankly. He narrowed his eyes at me before he yanked his arms away from his friends. He straightened his shirt before he walked away. I stared at his back and waited while his angry voice faded away.

"Miss Lynam, would you like to explain what happened?" I faintly registered Mr Lewis' voice. I did the one thing I was capable of doing. I shook my head and picked up my books that I had dropped. I still had classes to attend.

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Whispers followed me everywhere I went. The fight between Dante and Paul went around quickly and everyone also knew that I was there. Of course the first fight was far more public than the second and their own conclusions were soon spreading itself. Word went around that I was the reason that they were fighting. How right they were, the fight was directed at me but not about me. I fought because Dante had hurt someone close to me. Lily. Dante fought with me but he never touched. Because Paul was the one barrier that stood in between us. It was the only thing that kept him away from me. I should be thankful for this. God knows I am, but I'm not sure how to react at all this. It was so unfamiliar. I felt like I was trespassing forbidden territory.

"There she is."

"I heard Williamson and Matson are expelled."

"They're only suspended for two days, that's all."

"They were fighting over her, who do you think she'll choose." I quickened my pace when I heard that. I wasn't in the mood for that conversation.

"My money's on Paul."

"Mine on Williamson."

"We'll see who wins."

I walked in to my English classroom. I was glad it was my last period. I wanted to just leave but I hadn't had the guts to do so, knowing my mum would freak if I skipped class. Not to mention my dad would be furious. I was literally counting down the minutes. I sat down at the back while I felt eyes prickle my senses. I knew that they were talking about me, I knew they were looking at me. But they could be more subtle, right?

The class started and as I made notes, focusing on the words of my teacher only. When I went to the bathroom a few minutes before I looked pale. There were bruise like circles beneath my eyes due to lack of sleep but the worst thing was that Paul was the one to blame for that. I wanted to sleep so badly, but the argument between us came up every single time and I didn't even have my own dreams to pull me away from the messed up reality which is my life.

I was torn in two. One part of me said that I should go to Paul and apologize. Start over, but another part of me said that I had to buckle up and get through this year and than go to college and forget everything. Slightly overdramatic but effective. It was the only thing for me to move on. Forget, move on and pretend it never happened. It mostly works, until it comes back and hits me ten times harder than it should.

I could run away from it, or I could face it. None of the two sounded slightly tempting. I wanted to crawl beneath my blanket and stay hidden for the rest of my life. I could live with that. The only thing was, am I able to live like that. Surely someone will come around and pull me away, force me to act my age and not my shoe size.

And I think I know who this person may be. I felt like some realization washed over me. It lightened my heavy heart as I slowly grasped the meaning of it all. Paul was the only one that had some certain hold on me. He was the only one that had me in fire in mere seconds; he was the only one who blew out the fire to. I felt strange, finding out what it meant. It wasn't the way I wanted to find it out. True I was angry at him for going behind my back about Lily, but he only did that to help me. Because he was worried about me. Surely that meant something, right?

A smile crossed my face and I brushed away the strands of hair that covered my eyes. I knew what I had to do. I had to find Paul, right now. I wasn't quite sure what I'd say to him, or what I'll do but I just have to see him. I felt like running away right now but I'm sure that wouldn't look good seeing the circumstances. I closed my eyes and hoped that the droning my teacher was doing would stop in a mere minute.

As the bell rang I bolted out of the classroom. I had no idea where I had to go but as soon as I reached the school parking lot and saw Paul stand with Jacob, Seth and Jared. He wasn't even allowed to be here, but I suppose nobody every actually kept tabs with the students. His face didn't look that beaten up though; he must've dodged the hits Dante forced his way. Before I knew it I had started running. My feet lead me to him in a few seconds and I saw his eyes widen when he saw me. I stood in front of him and the conversation the boys had before had died out completely.

I blacked out immediately and didn't know what to do. The familiar tugging in my stomach returned only it was intensified so much more when Paul looked in my eyes. His dark eyes seeking mine, they held so much regret that it was impossible for me not to feel it. As we just stood there watching each other I knew there was one thing that I still had left to do.

And I got up on my toes taking a deep breath as I took the plunge.

A/N: Dun dun dun, was it a cliffhanger? Let me hear your thoughts! Review!