"You can go home," I told him.

Liam had brought me home and assured my worried parents that I was okay. And even walked me to my room.

"I'll stay till I know you're okay,"

I was still shaking from what had happened with Cassian. I knew Tyler was handling him right now, but I honestly couldn't even believe what had happened.

But I was also thinking about Liam and what he said, what he had said about Noah.

"I'm fine," I assured him, even if it was a lie.

He still had the mark on the corner of his lips where Cas had hit him. However, most of the blood was dried.

What Cassian did to Liam and me will be on my mind for a while. I can still feel his touch on me. I wasn't sure I could ever face him again.

It was going to be harder to let go of everything Cassian did as my friend. We had the best times, and now it all seemed that they were fake.

"You don't have to lie. Cas was your friend," he told me. And I understood that he wanted to make me feel better, but right this second, I just wanted to be alone.

Especially after what had happened between us as well.

"Can I just be alone?" I asked, facing away from him.

"No," he said. And I turned to look at him thoroughly.

"No?" I questioned.

"No."

"Why? I just wanted to be alone," I told him.

"I know why your upset, and it's not just because of Cas," he said.

I was glad he knew. At least this way, I won't have to spell out everything for him.

"I only told you I don't deserve you, not that I didn't want to be with you," he took a step closer.

"We barely began this, and you already think you can't be good enough," I told him.

I'm frustrated with him. I just wanted him to understand that I wanted to be with him. But somehow, just when I think we made progress, he says something like this.

"Why are you so insecure?" I asked, meeting him in the eye.

His eyes widen, and I knew he didn't expect me to say this. But it was the truth. Since this whole thing began, he seemed to always close himself off. I knew what I wanted, but he just appeared as if he didn't know half the time.

I shook my head when he didn't say anything and turned away from him, once again slumping my shoulder.

"You should go, Liam," I whispered to him.

"I watched you," he said.

I turned around to face him. "What?' I questioned.

"I watched you be in love with Noah," he said, letting go of a breath. "I watched you two be happy with each other. I watched it all. I knew he made you happy. Even your smile kept me awake most nights because it wasn't me that was making you smile. And I knew you were better with him. Noah was never like me; he never hurt you or bully you,"

He couldn't even look me in the eye when he told me how he felt. I took a step closer to him and brought my hand to his.

"Noah did make me happy, but the truth is I tried to hide this for so long but," I paused, and our eyes locked. "I liked you. Everyone else seemed always to notice, but I denied it for so long, but it's you, Liam," I admitted. "You told me last night that I was everything you ever wanted, but Liam, you are what I always wanted," I confessed.

He smiled. A small smile, but it was still there, and it was enough.

"I'm sorry for everything I ever did to you. Bullying you and hurting you was the only thing I always did to you because I was confused for half of the time, but now I know I never want you out of my sight," he said, and I kissed him.

He never wastes a second to kiss me back. Instead, he pulled me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist and brought me to my bed and hovered on top of me without breaking our kiss.

-

"How did you know where I was?" I asked, laying my head on his chest and his arms around me.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean with Cas. I didn't tell anyone where I was going." I said, looking up at him.

"Your phone. Your mom came out to get you after you went outside with him but found you nowhere. They weren't worried since they knew you were with Cassian and trusted that son of a bitch, but I just had a bad feeling. So I told Tyler to track your phone and found you at the ring," he said.

I nod my head. "Thank god for technology," I snickered.

"Why did you even rush out? What was in that letter?" he asked.

With all the thing that happened with everything, the letter was something I had forgotten. But ironically, the letter was what had led to all of this happening as well.

"It was a letter from Princeton," I said. "I got in," I told him.

"That's good news. Why did you leave?' he asked, confused.

"because I got into their writing program and not health sciences as my parents wanted,"

He still looked confused. I guess it did make sense. Liam never knew I could write. I mean, it's not something I go announcing to the world. But he had no idea.

"Look, what doesn't make sense to me is that you ran off because of that?" He removed his arm away from around me and stood up, and looked at me. "I'm pretty sure your parents would be happy that you got into your dream school and into the program you love. Why would you hide that?" He questioned.

Liam was right. It seemed childish for me to have left. If I knew anything about my parents is that they want me to be happy.

I knew writing was a risky path, but it will be worth it to do something I love so much.

And it took Liam for me to realize that.

"Thanks," I smiled. "I don't know why I was so afraid before, but I'll tell them tomorrow," I said.

And he smiled that small smile again and pecked my lips before he laid down again.

"So Princeton, huh?"

"Yup. Just like you," I said. "You know, at first when I found out you got into Princeton, I used to dread it if you were to go to that school," I chuckled.

"And now?" He asked.

I met his eyes, but I didn't say anything. I didn't have to.

I laid down in his arms again. Snuggling closer to him.

I looked down to see the tiny scars on his torso, just where his bat wings tattoo was.
"Where did these scars come from?" I asked, tracing along with the scars on his torso. His arms were around me, and he looked down at me.

"From an accident," he said, and I looked up at him tilting my head, waiting for him to tell me more. "When I was 10, my dad and I were driving to go to the football game that was across town. I bugged him for days, and he was exhausted from work, but he still took me, and on our way back, he fell asleep on wheel and didn't see a car coming in front of us and crashed into them and the side window shattered and the car flipped," he said.

"I'm so sorry I had no idea," I said.

"It's okay. It was a long time ago. I mean, we were both fine at first. The scars on my face and arms healed, but just the ones on my side just don't seem to go away," he sighed. "you know for a while I hated them,"

I traced along with them again. Tracing my fingers up and down. Before pulling myself on top of him and bending to kiss against his scars.

"They're beautiful," I whispered.

-
The following day I knew I couldn't waste any time, and I needed to tell my parents.

I have to go into this knowing that I knew I would not change my mind.

My parents were sitting at the dining table having their morning coffee before they both left for work.

"Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?" My mom asked.

I nod my head and took a seat. "I actually want to talk to you guys about something," I said.

And they both turned to me and focused all their attention on me.

Here it goes. I silently prayed as I opened my mouth to tell them the news.

"I got into Princeton for writing!" I said as fast as I could.

My parents stared at me, processing what I had said.

"Wait, you got into Princeton. You couldn't tell us yesterday?" My mom asked, standing up to hug me.

"We're so proud of you, honey!" My dad said.

"Did you guys hear me? I said I got into the writing program," I repeated.

My mom let go of me, taking her seat back in the chair. Both of my parents stared at me with a smile on their faces.

"We couldn't be happier, Storm. I know we told you writing is a risky job, but no matter what, we will support you. You know we will," my dad said.

I couldn't understand why I was so afraid and hesitant to tell them before. They have always wanted what's best for me, and I should have known better than to be scared to tell to them.

"Thank you, guys. I love you both so much," I said, leaning forward and hugging them.

They laughed. "We love you too," my mom said. "Well now that you're going to your dream college. Maybe you will also find your dream man there," my mom teased, winking at me.

I awkwardly smiled. Now I knew they would support me in anything but Liam. That was a different case.

Especially my dad is not very fond of him. So after another struggle, another one begins.

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