After the bell rang, Brett walked me to my locker, then drove me home. I was going to get ready for tonight, then after the game, Brett was going to take me out. It was going to be a cold night, so i had to bundle up. I looked at my phone, which buzzed on my dresser;

L: "We need to talk before the game"

B: "I'd rather not, if it means you're mad."

L: "Just talk to me. Please."

B: "Fine."

L: "Thanks, your the best."

I didn't reply, i just rolled my eyes and left it showing that i had seen his message. I grabbed my phone and purse, and went downstairs. 'M' drove me to the field, and i told her i'd be out late, it was a friday, so my curfew was midnight.

I walked to the school and to the locker room, as i rounded the corner i bumped into a girl with dark hair and a weird necklace. "Oh gosh! im so sorry." she said aplogetically, "It's cool, i like your necklace." "Thanks!" she said and walked off. There's something up with her. I was probably just overreacting. I walked into the boys locker room, and was met with a lot of wolf whistles, and naked torsos of teenage boys. "Liam. Get over here." i yelled. Liam walked out from a corner of the locker room and i just stared for a sec. He is RIPPED. i smirked and said "You wanna talk? let's do it now." and walked out.

"You wanted to see me?" i asked liam.

"Yes. it's about Brett."

"Don't. Just don't okay? He really isn't that bad."

"Look, i don't know how to say this. I think he might be an assasin out to kill me."

I just stared at him, then, i started laughing. "You. think. he's. out to get you?" i laughed.

"What's so funny? Someone's out to kill me, and your LAUGHING?!" he yelled

"You two are the same species!" i yelled back

"What?" he got silent

"He's a werewolf too you igit." i said, now serious.

"Then who's out to kill me?" he wondered out loud.

"Well i'd say that girl for starters, her necklace cuts off heads."

"Who?" he asked, paniking.

"I don't know, she was short, had long black hair, she was wearing a purple blouse and black leather pants."

"Violet?"

"I don't know!" i yell, "I don't know her."

"OH MY GOD" he gasps.

"What?" i ask

"I gotta go."

"What? your just gonna hold out on me?" i say really annoyed.

"You didn't want to be in the pack remember?" he says coldly, "See you out there."

"Oh COME ON." i yell after him, but he was gone. "Whatever." i say and punch a locker, i walk through the doors to the field, to see an empy seat on the bleachers right behind the benches. I sit, and see Brett. Shirtless. I smile and wave. dang, is my guy cute or what?

We were losing, Brett was having a great time winning and trying to impress me. Liam kept looking around, and he looked very nervous. All of a sudden, a blonde guy, Liam, and Brett collided at the same time. I heard a howl and i jumped up. I ran to Liam who was being dragged of the field, but so was Brett. Brett will be fine, i say to myself as i run to Liam who is moaning in pain. "Liam!" i yell and sprint to him.

"I'm okay. Don't worry i'm uuuuuggghhhhh i'm good." he says, gritting his teeth.

"Sure, honey, you're not okay."i say rolling my eyes

"I like it when you call me honey..." he slurrs, like he was on drugs that make you groggy.

"What did you do to him?" i ask Stiles and Scott.

"I slipped him some pain killers, i guess their stronger than i thought they would be." Scott says

"But he's a Werewolf, he can't be affected." i say

"No one, not even werewolves, can resist the affects of morphine."

MORPHINE?! i yell in my head, on the outside, i just sigh and help them carry Liam to Stiles' car. I stay with him, and scott and stiles go back to the building to see if they can find his bag.

"Becca?" Liam asks

"Yes Liam? i say, and start to wrap his ankle. It's not like he needs it, but i was bored and it looked really bad, plus if i didn't, people would get suspisious.

"Why are you going out with Brett?" he asks, he looks like a little puppy. So hurt.

"We have history. We've been through a lot together." i say softly

"But, but becca. What about me?" He says and frowns

"What do you mean about you?" i ask.

"Can't you see that we all want you to be in our pack? You would have a family, a permenant one." he says

"Well if it will make you feel better, then fine. I'll try this whole "Pack" thing." i say and smile.

"I also saw you looking at me today in the locker room." he says point-blank

"Well i, i was just, it was, and, fine i-"

"No really, it's cool, i look at you all the time." he smirks

"Well thanks?" i say, feeling this weird feeling. Do i like him? no. no, i can't. He's just a Beta and i- well, i don't know. Oh my god, I DO LIKE HIM. I LIKE LIA-

"BECCA!" stiles yelled, running to me. "Becca, you wanna get in there. It's Brett."

My mouth drops, and i'm sprinting to him. Why am i sprinting? Do i even still love him? i get to the ambulance where he is sitting on a gurney, with gauze wrapped around his neck.

"This really put's a damper on our date huh?" he asks and holds up the ice pack to his head.

"Don't joke! you almost died!" i yell and punch his arm.

"Hey! no punching the injured." he laughs, i laugh with him and jump on the gurney next to him.

"I couldn't have made the date anyway. i have... um... homework." i lie. I couldn't tell him about Liam, i wasn't even sure how i felt yet.

"It's okay, maybe another time yeah?" he asks

"Well. um, we'll see." i say feeling awkward. "I gotta go, text me though okay?" i say and kiss his cheek. "Get better." i wink, in on the healing-super-fast joke. As i walk away, i know for the first time, i didn't love him anymore. I look back and i know he knows, i turn back around and start to run. Don't Cry. Do. Not. Cry.

I run past the jeep and Liam see's me. He runs after me, but i just keep running, i don't stop until i get to the gym. 'M' is still there, so it's open. I run in, and she just hands me the key to the dance room. I have a secret nook where i keep all my dance clothes at the gym. I change and turn on the music. I put on The Script, and hear Liam and 'M' talking.

"She okay?" he asks

"Yes. She's 16." she sighs. "She turns on the music and goes to her own world. That's why she loves to dance, it's the only thing that makes her feel normal."

"How do you know?" Liam asks

"Her therapist tells me." i can feel the sadness in her voice. "She was in love with Brett 8 months ago, before the accident. Her chochlear is helping her maintain a normal life without him, and it kills me that she has finally realized that he has moved on."

"I didn't know." is all he says

"No one does, don't beat yourself up. I have to get everything from a therapist for god's sake."

"She keeps pushing us away."

"Please help her, she needs a rock right now."

"I will, even if it's the last thing i do." he says. He walks into the studio, i'm trying to get my triple fuete.

"Hi." he says, i just keep turning, failing. turning, failing.

"UGH!" i yell and collapse, i know he's there, and i look up at him standing over me. "Hey."

"Can i help?" he asks, "That was really pretty, what you were just doing."

"HAHA, thanks. It SUCKED. Everything sucks, my life sucks." i whine

"You know one thing lacrosse has taught me? he asks, sitting down next to me.

"What." i say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"It taught me to get the fuck over it." he says and pulls me up from the floor. "Try again. Stop Complaining, and just turn. Don't overthink it."

I try again. Fail. "What a great teacher you are yoda."

"Try again."

I step out, point my toe, bring it behind into fourth, i breathe in, turn, and breathe out. One, Two, Three. i land it, and i stare at Liam in the mirror. "I did it." is all i say, "I DID IT!" I yell, and run to hug him. We embrace, and when he pulls away, he's still holding onto my waist, our faces inches apart.

We kiss. This time, it's not fireworks, but i like it like this, it's new. It's great. His hands are rough on my face as he cupps it. I pull away, and let's go. We smile at eachother, and i pull him out to the center of the floor.

"You wanna learn a Pas de Deux?" i ask.