I could feel every emotion I had ever felt bubble up to the surface. The pure rage itself was making me feel like hulk had entered his way inside my body and was trying to break free.

I grabbed her by her bleached blonde hair and dragged her off of him.

Yes, I know pulling hair is a bitch move, but I was way too angry to even think about what was happening.

"Get off! Oh my god someone get her off!" Ripping out her tacky extensions, I threw them on the floor and pounced back on her.

"Next time get a fucking sew in bitch!" As she grabbed me by the hair, she tried to get up, but faltered.

"Im gonna rip your eyes out, and wear them around my freaking neck" I yelled.

Slapping her, I was finally pulled off. That strange heat was back once again, it was as if it was going to scotch me, but my concentration on hurting Corina was blocking the pain. Trying to reach for her again, someones hands were wrapped around me, trapping my arm.

Corina limped off, probably back in the pit with the other demons she was raised with, but obviously not before calling me a 'Psycho Slag'. Yes, because im the one going around kissing lads out of the blue.

I watched as Harry stood up and looked at me with his mouth slightly parted.

"Its not what it looks like.." He stuttered with his hands behind his head.

"Really Harry?! You were just fuckin necking Corina! I bet you're screwin her aswell, aren't you!?" Whoever was holding me back, was really doing a good job.

"She kissed me?" And the grip around me suddenly got tighter and tighter as I tried to claw my way to him.

"Bullshit! do I have a fucking sign on my forehead saying biggest mug ever?" Looking at the person who had hold of me, I furrowed my eyebrows as I saw Carter.

I finally noticed the tingling heat and flinched
Focused on his fingers. How was he making me feel like this.

"Get the hell off of me, let me go!" As he started to pull me inside of the house, I swear bystanders thought he was handling a posessed child.

"I told you guys you can't- Hazel?" Brianna's voice made my cursing and kicking came to a slow stop.

Carter finally let go of my waist, making me fall onto the plush sofa.

I stared up at him with a curious expression.

"Hi, my names Brianna" Twisting a lock of her caramel hair, she stuck out her hand for Carter to shake.

"Carter" He responded with a smile.

Brianna looked down at me and gasped. Her hand gently touched my jaw, and I automatically winced.

"What happened now?" Looking towards the door, I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

Removing it, I looked at Brianna with the slightest tear in my eye.

"Corina and Harry, thats what" I watched as her green eyes went from me and then to the door.

"I'll fuckin' kill him" She spat while walking to her door. Quickly getting up, I grabbed hold of her wrist and shook my head.

"Dont even bother. He's a dick, i should have listened to you" I said with a small smile.

"Where's your bathroom?" Carter finally interupted.

Brianna pointed in the direction, and then he took hold of my hand.

"Let me have a look at those cuts?" Watching him in the eyes, I felt like he was trying to read me like a book.

"Alright.." Pulling me up, he trudged up the stairs with me closely following.

Opening up the bathroom door, I hopped onto the edge of the bath, and sat with my fingers intwined.

He checked a few cabinets before finding the first aid kit.

"Why'd you pull me off of her?" Opening up the first aid kit, he muffled a laugh before spinning his torso half way around.

"Because you looked like you were going to rip her throat out with your teeth" Grabbing a cloth, he wet it with warm water and crouched down.

"Christ, you look like shit" He laughed down to the ground as he folded the cloth.

"Sorry Michael Angelo, but i honestly could care less" I watched as his eyes roamed mine before chuckling under his breath.

Finally dabbing the cloth on my cut, I winced and moved his hand away from my face.

"Are you even qualified in first aid?" Nodding his head with a smirk, I cocked an eyebrow.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me Hazel" Shooting me a wink, I pushed at his chest and laughed.

Dabbing at my cut once more, I watched the side of his face as he concentrated.

His brown eyes caught the light, making them shine bright.

As he rinsed out the rag, he turned back around to face me with an expression I couldnt read.

"I'll meet you downstairs.." And with that note, he exited the bathroom and left me alone.

"Well that was awkward"