Hellooo, sorry I take so long updating. My writing sort of comes and goes... But here you goo 3 Love JellyfishQueen

Liam POV

As we lay together on the couch, I admired Annie's face. My Annie. I would protect her, that was my job. I can't believe... well, for one, that I slept with Naomi. I felt rejected and hurt but that's no excuse. Annie hurt me, told me we couldn't be together.

Secondly, the fact that is was Annie who'd killed that guy. Like, what the fuck? Dreaming now, she looked so innocent. Her eyes, when she opened them, would be red and puffy from crying herself to sleep on my shoulder. I don't know what I'm supposed to do...

She has to confess of course, but I don't want Annie to go to jail. My sweet little Annie in jail? It was no place for the caring, delicate girl she was. I run through that night in my head... the hit and run had been a while ago, maybe three weeks? A month? She'd kept quiet for that long? How did the guilt not just... consume her? I get that she doesn't want to be in trouble but surely it wouldn't be that bad? Maybe it'd just be community service?

I'd held her until she fell asleep, which hadn't taken too long. By the time I'd calmed her down enough to get into the car, away from Naomi's house and all that shit, I'd been about half four. Then when we got home it was probably five, now six. My stomach growled. Where was the kitchen in her house? Dixon and her Mom and Dad were out, and for that I was greatful. We didn't need them brought into it. I carefully untangled our limbs and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

After looking in several rooms, I found their kitchen. Rooting through a few cupboard, I found a plate. Then I slapped two slices of bread on it, buttered them, added cheese and turned on the frying pan. The grilled cheese sandwich began to take shape and I poured a glass of water for her, then wrote a note to her.

When the sandwich was done, I took that, the note and the glass of water into the living room. I grabbed my jacket and left, taking Annie's car keys and driving off.

Annie's POV

I stretched and yawned, my body was all cramped up from sitting on the seat. The clock said it was quarter past six. I glanced around, Liam wasn't there. A grilled cheese and drink were. Standing up, I went out into the hall.

"Liam? Liam! Liam?" I yelled into the quiet. Dixon poked his head out of the kitchen.

"I just passed him on the road, he just left. Why? You okay Annie?" Dixon questioned worriedly, face scrunched up with nervousness. I wrung my hands.

"Yeah... Did you see what direction he went in?"

"You sure you're okay? You two didn't fight did you... the Naomi thing is kinda all over Facebook." Oh, so he had heard. Shit. "I swear I would've punched him if I saw him in person... how could he treat you like that?"

"Look Dixon... it's too complicated to explain. He didn't mean to.."

"He didn't mean to sleep with someone. Look, I don't know what you learnt in Sex Ed but that shit doesn't happen 'by accident'... I'm sorry Annie-Bananee I just hate to see you upset."

We hugged and I went up to my room, wondering why he'd left me. Forgetting the note that still lay on the table in the living room.