so sorry its taken me mounths to write the next chapter. but please read. thanks

Colette couldn't believe what she had done. After the initial shock of her extremely rash reactions she grabbed one of her shirts lying on the floor and pressed it to the gash to stop the blood from flowing.

Colette ran to the bathroom and ran water over her arm trying to get the crimson blood off of her arm.

After a few minutes of this, the blood seemed to slow down, and then eventually it stopped all together.

Colette sighed with relief and went back to her dorm. She entered her room to a surprise; her two roommates had come back. They were sitting on their beds gossiping while their typical entourage of girls and guys hung around them.

Everyone looked up as she entered the room her bloody shirt still in her hand.

Jayla, Colette's newest roommate and Mika's sister, was the only one who smiled kindly. The others glared at her, Colette didn't know how much they knew about her and Mika or her and Edward, but she knew which ones where werewolves.

Colette couldn't help, but look for Mika, luckily he wasn't there.

Heather, her other roommate, stood up and sauntered over to Colette. Colette shoved the shirt behind her back, but not quick enough.

Heather stood and sauntered over to Colette and ripped the shirt from Colette's hand. Heather stood with the blood stained shirt in her hands then opened it up to show everyone. Colette flung out her arm to snatch it back, but Heather out played her again. Heather grabbed her arm and turned it over, for an instant everyone saw the fresh new cut that ran across her wrist.

"Cutter are we?" Heather laughed coldly. The clique behind her laugh as well.

Colette curled her hands into fists at her side, "Shut up Heather."

"Or what little emo? You gonna cut us too?" Heather teased.

"Heather," came Jayla's soft voice, "Let her be."

Colette was thankful for the support, but she didn't need anyone to defend her. Colette ripped the shirt back away from Heather, "You know what Heather?"

"What?" challenged Heather.

"I did cut myself, so what, you can go tell everyone. And who's really going to care? You think you are so cool, but really you're a fake ugly bitch and a self-absorbed whore."

Heather was slightly taken aback by Colette's bluntness, but she had heard worse.

"I'm ugly?" Laughed Heather, "As far as I've heard about you your gorgeous boyfriend left you for your mother, and the only other guy who showed interest in you was Mika who only thought you looked easy and hoped you would give him some."

Pain and agony instantly seared at Colette at the mention of Edward's and Mika's name.

Colette's reaction was quick and powerful. The fist that had been clutched at her side was hurtling forward. A cracking sound echoed across the room as Colette's fist made contact with Heather's nose.

Heather stumbled back she was holding her broken and bleeding nose. Colette wasn't finished. She launched forward and smashed her fist once again in Heather's face, causing even more blood and screams to burst from Heather.

One of the boys, whom Colette knew was a werewolf, grabbed and restrained Colette.

Colette spun around quickly in his grip, "If you are touch me, one more time I will report you and Mika for sexual harassment. Which will get you both kicked out of college, and when I press charges for assault and attempted-rape have fun trying to get back into another college, or ever getting a real job."

The boy let her go instantly. Colette turned to see where Heather had gone. She was surrounded by the remained of her stupid pose.

Heather screamed, "You bitch, you broke my perfect nose!"

Colette burst out laughing, "It looked fake anyway."

Jayla put a hand on Heather and stopped her from trying to fight Colette. "Heather, it's not even that bad," She lied softly "it's just a bloody nose; it will stop bleeding if you only tilt your head back and told the bridge of your nose."

Heather glared at Colette for a moment more then listened to Jayla.

"Are you okay?" Came a voice behind Colette, she was surprised to find the boy who had restrained her really did seem concerned about her.

"I'll live." Colette said her voice flat and emotionless.

The boy smiled, "Hi, I'm Ian. Sorry I sort of grabbed you back there, I was afraid you might kill Heather."

"Well I guess I should say thank-you because I really wanted to kill her. This might be a problem if I want to stay out of jail." Colette allowed herself to smile just the tiniest amount, and she didn't know why. Her anger seemed to be fading like when she was around Jasper "Oh, and I'm Colette."

He smiled brightly and turned away, but under his breath Colette could of sworn she heard him say," Trust me, I know."