Ice Cream Delights

I promise to update this weekend! I won't be able to write much during the week now, but I promise to write and update on the weekends for the summer.

I love that you guys love this story so much.

Love you, lovies!

~Shana Alana

 

Okay, so here is this update! Now, I love this chapter. A lot happens that just makes me, well, I guess happy. But you'll try to kill someone by the end of this update. Either me or one of the characters. But, here it is!
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Chapter 12

I rub my hands over the bed and all I find is sheets; cold, unoccupied sheets that confuses me. Shouldn't Nick be beside me? Wait, where am I? What did we do last night? I sit up and open my eyes, looking down to see I'm still clothed. Okay, that's good. I look around and realize that I'm at the hotel. I wonder what time it is. And where is Nick? I hear water running, so is he taking a shower?

"Nick," I call, worried. I hear the water turn off and I swear if that was Nick, I am going to kill myself. I turn towards the bathroom door as it opens and I quickly cover my eyes. There he is, leaning against the threshold, just a towel covering his...area. "Nick!" I exclaim, my face suddenly on fire. I think you can cook an egg or boil water on my face right now.

"Yes, Marcy," Nick replies casually. I stand and peer at the floor, looking for his clothes.

"Why did you take a shower when you don't have a change of clothes in here? And where are your clothes?" I add as I cover my eyes again. I hear him laugh and his footsteps come towards me. I back into the wall with my hands still covering my eyes. I hear Nick chuckle and his breath on my lips.

"Marcy, look at me."

"No, thank you," I say, squeezing my eyes shut.

"If you don't, I will drop this towel and force you to look," he threatens. I gasp and I slowly remove my hands as I open my eyes. He smiles at me and leans in, his wet face so freaking handsome. I swear this may be way too much because I am a second away from watching him drop that towel, but he is still so gorgeous. That kind of made no sense. His blue and brown hair looks darker and almost black. I have so many dirty thoughts in my mind right now, but I really don't want to do anything I'll regret.

"Um, there," I stammer, my face becoming more and more hot the longer he stands so close to me. His body is only an inch from mine, and, well, my thoughts are getting dirtier and dirtier. Not helping my situation here at all. I just hope that they go away.

"Is someone nervous? Or are you just thinking about something?" At his questions, I blush even further. Damn him; he knows me too well.

"I, uh, I just think that, uh, well," I stammer incoherently. I don't even know where I'm going with this. I mean, he practically read my thoughts. And now that he's said it out loud, it makes it more real. I don't like it. And yet, I think I do. I'm more confused than Katniss is with Peeta and Gale in Catching Fire and part of Mockingjay.

He stops me from going any further by kissing me. At first, I freeze. My boyfriend is kissing me, that: completely normal, but instead of the fire, the sparks, the fireworks, I feel a small buzz go through me. Instead of a beast raging inside of me, I feel a small sensation begging for more. This kiss is soft, not fierce and powerful. It isn't like our first kiss. It isn't like any others after that.

It is perfect.

I bring my hands up to his chest keeping him a good distance away from me since I know he's still in a towel that could fall with a quick flick of his wrist. Nick brings his left hand up to caress my face and I feel his other on my waist. He must have secured his towel when I didn't pay any attention. He doesn't try to deepen the kiss and neither do I. Our lips just rest on each other's, my eyes fluttering shut after I see an emotion flicker through his eyes. When he pulls back, I open my eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, and I hear three words I am afraid to hear.

"You're so busted!"

*****

I look through the window, whining like a little puppy on the inside and wishing Jere hadn't shown up with Mr. Landly right as Nick was about to say something. It didn't help my case when I said, "We were doing nothing," when my hands were on his wet, bare chest and we looked like we were seconds from ripping my clothes and his towel off. Nick's fault, for the record; he just had to look wet and sexy.

Now, with that being said, Nick and I are in separate cars since Mr. Landly doesn't trust us. Jere is such a damn jerk! He sits next to me with a big smirk on his face, practically willing me to smack it off. He knows I am seething inside, and that once we get out of this car, he won't be pretty for his fan girls anymore. I look out the back window, searching for Nick's car.

Why am I so freaked out about being suddenly separated from him? That kiss is the answer. And those words he was going to say, I have no idea what they were and it's killing me to know what they were. I mean, he could have said anything. He could have been stupid and said, "I know what you want." Then he could have started singing "I'm Sexy and I know it" and annoyed the hell out of me. But, that emotion in his golden eyes didn't show that; that look on his face was totally different from the idiotic look I've come accustomed to. I think he was going to tell me he was in love with me. I don't think I'm ready for that.

Or am I ready? Again, I'm more confused than Katniss.

"Awe," I hear Jere say, "is someone anxious to get into her lover's pants?"

"Jere, you are going to die when we get out of this car. And when your fan girls realize what I've done, they will come out of your curse and realize I am a hero. Just like Katniss when she killed Coin!" I growl without looking at him. I know he still has that smirk on his face. When he doesn't answer, I turn to Jere.

"Who killed who?" he asks, a genuinely confused look on his face.

"You don't know about The Huger Games?" I practically scream. Jere, Laney, and the driver wince at the noise. Jere shakes his head and I place a hand on my heart in pure pity. "Poor you, you are missing so much! Now, it all started with the oceans flooding the land known as North America. And, with this, a new nation and a new government with a fancy dictator were created." For the rest of the trip, I lecture on Katniss, Peeta, Gale, her relationship problems, about the Games, the Quarter Quell, the rebellion, President Snow, Coin, Panem and the Districts, the mutations, mockingjays, and I sing him the two songs from the books. It was a long ride to the concert location. That or I wasn't paying any attention to the fact that we were already there.

"What a wonderful description," Laney says with a small sigh, "of those amazing books, but we are here and everyone must be waiting for us inside."

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I sit alone with Roxy, letting her style my hair. She's the only girl who is allowed to touch my hair other than my sister. There're only three people who can touch my hair without me hissing at them. Roxy, Jenny, and James are the three. And I guess Nick too, since he always runs his hands through my hair when I'm trying to sleep.

"Roxy," I say as she pulls some bobby pins out of her mouth.

"Hmm," is her reply, as her mouth still has a few bobby pins in it, but she pulls them out and asks, "Yes, my dear sister-in-law?"

"Is, is Nick okay?" I ask, biting my lip. "Ever since the hotel room, he won't talk to me. He was going to say something right before we were caught."

"Well, he's probably, um, ashamed or embarrassed about what happened now, so uh, he doesn't want to say anything in case you burst on him," Roxy says, stumbling over her words. She never does this. I shrug it off and sit quietly. "You know," she says suddenly, "he really, really likes you. Maybe even loves you." Hearing this, my heart skips a beat. The last chapter of Mockingjay quickly zips through my brain.

"He was going to tell me that he loves me before we got caught, real or not real?" I ask, almost in a trance. I look at Roxy's startled reflection. Her face softens and I don't hear her say anything. She just styles my hair in silence.

This is too perfect, real or not real?

*****

After our big debut, Nick, as Wolf of course, disappears. Roxy and Marcus go to have more alone time and Liam...his disappears too. There are only two people I can talk to now: Laney and Isaac, but they are about to head out with the other two boys of Crimson Keepers. I'm there to tell the band good luck before they head out and something strange happens; Isaac takes my hand and whispers, "I'll see you later." Right as he lets go, he acts like nothing happened and walks out on stage to his many fan girls.

I decide to hang out in the band's room, seeing no one. It's so depressing for me, having no one to talk to and Nick avoiding me. Why is he avoiding me? Has he realized that what he was going to say was going to be a mistake? It might be, really. I mean, I have no idea if I love him back. I might love him, but love is such a strong word, and we've only been together for how long? Three, maybe four, months of dating is it, so would love be okay at this stage? I've known him since we met in preschool.

Preschool, the time before my torture, was great. It was such a simple time. Next was elementary school, the beginning and the end of my torture. Middle school, puberty, acne, and the first time I laid eyes on Nick. It was the time Jenny had a wedding and the time we had first talked alone. Normally someone was with us, but it was the first time we were able to talk freely. And we were actually kind to each other, rather than practically ignoring each other. High school was a blur of band practice, snapping at the boys, and a few civil conversations alone with Nick.

Now, here we are. God, time flies way too fast. Now, would love be okay? I can't take my thoughts any longer and I walk out of the room, seeing fan girls roam around backstage and I see Riley singing some autographs. Was I thinking for that long? I shake my head and look for Laney or Isaac. I know Laney is somewhere and I know that Isaac is too, only if I knew where.

First I find a pair of guys kissing. I don't make much of it until I see the familiar neon green and blonde boy that is known as Liam. Wait, Liam is into guys?

"Liam?" I ask casually. Inside, I am hyperventilating.

"Marcy!" he exclaims as he pulls his mouth away from the other guy's. Turns out, it's Jere. What the fuck is going on here?

"Liam, you're homosexual?" I ask in shock. "And you too Jere?"

"Bisexual," they answer at the same time. I stand there for a second, confused. Yeah, Liam dresses very well for a guy, and he sometime acts like a girl, but he kissed me a few months back. Then there's Jere. He always seems moody but for some reason, this doesn't surprise me on his end.

"But, Liam, you kissed me that one time," I reply, still confused.

"Cover-up," he says in a dismissing tone. He motions for me to leave and I do. That's strange, but it makes so much sense. Liam's only had a couple of girlfriends, and they weren't all that into him like most of his hometown fan girls. Before I continue thinking on this matter, I see a familiar neon blue and brown haired boy. And he's kissing some slut.

But, that's not just some slut. Her Mohawk is too familiar.

Nick is making out with Laney.
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So, hate me? Don't because, well, I had this last part in my mind for a long time, just not like this. So, yeah.

Nick's a cheater. Laney's a cheater. Liam and Jere are boyfriend and boyfriend. Marcy is heartbroken. And Isaac seems to have eyes for Marcy. Talk about drama!

Well, let my know how much you hate me, Nick, Laney, or Jere. And let me know how much you love it!

Love ya, lovies!

~Shana Alana

P.S. This was sort of unedited. So, if there's something spelt wrong or something like that, that was why.

 

Now, since I'm such a nice person, I have another update for you! Ideas are flowing and, yes, there will be more updates more often. I was just too excited to write these next updates.
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Chapter 13

I don't scream, I don't yell at either of them, I don't cry. I just keep my emotions bundled up and I walk away. Nick and Laney were kissing and they are dating two different people. I can't handle this. I just, I can't even believe that Nick would so easily kiss someone else, so easily cheat on me. I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, stomped on, shredded, chewed on, and blown up. Was love the right word to express this stage in our relationship? Yes, because I think I am in love with Nick. Or, at least was because now I can't even believe I feel for a cheating asshole!

My thoughts are so much as to make me forget I'm walking and I feel myself fall on the floor. I blink, shaking my head to rid of my thoughts, and I finally can focus on what I hit. Isaac is standing above me, his eyes slightly wide.

"Oh, gosh, Marcy, I'm sorry," he apologizes, holding a hand out to me. I blink at it, confused because most of my brain is still with my heartbroken thoughts. What am I supposed to do again? Oh, wait, I'm supposed to take it aren't I? So he can, you know, help me up. I finally take his hand and I let him pull me up. Somehow, I'm numb all over, like I've been plunged into a frozen lake to come out thirty minutes later almost frozen myself.

"Marcy," I hear, pulling me out of my thoughts once again. Isaac still has my hand in his, which I don't totally register, and is looking at me worriedly. "Marcy, are you okay?" I want to tell him I'm perfectly fine, nothing's wrong, just like I should. But, this is Isaac Harris and he's been nice to me since the beginning. I have a freaking third-grade crush on him. Dammit, I'm really going to regret this later.

"No," I say, tears pooling my eyes. Great, now I'm going to freaking cry. Isaac must see this because he pulls me into a hug. I feel my body shake with sobs as I cry onto his chest. God, I feel like a baby, crying over a guy and onto another. This is ridiculous! And yet, with these thoughts, I still can't stop crying.

Isaac is so calm through this, rubbing circles on my back. I think I can hear him whisper soothing words into my ear. I'm slowly calming down with this. When I'm finally sucking it up, Isaac gently pushes me away and holds me at arm's length. I see mascara and eyeliner stains on his white shirt. I sniffle and rub my hands on my face to find them black when I pull back.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry," I say, a small hiccup at the end. Dammit, I always get the hiccups when I cry.

"It's okay," he says softly and gently, as if I'm fragile china and one word will break me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Uh, later," I stumble over my words. "Can, um, can I come to your hotel room later? I'll, um, I'll tell you there."

"Sure thing, Marcy," he says in the same soft and gentle tone. He gives me another hug and kisses the top of my head. It's a simple gesture that causes me to blush and butterflies to enter my stomach. He pulls back and pats my head. Then he walks away, like nothing happened. But the mascara and eyeliner on his shirt says differently. Still, he's good at acting like nothing happened.

I walk back to the band's room to find Liam, Roxy, and Marcus all talking. No sign of Nick, which is a relief. If I had seen him, I'd burst into tears again. Marcus, surprisingly, notices my hiccups right away and practically runs over me, grabbing my arms and looking into my eyes.

"Marcy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I say, hiccupping. He narrows his eyes and grips my arms tighter.

"Marcy, don't you dare lie to me. I am your brother and you need to tell me what is wrong. Right this very instant; or else I will go to find whoever has the mascara and eyeliner stains on them and figure out what's wrong." Sheesh, overprotective, isn't he? He has never been like this, ever. Then again, I've never some back from crying over something that is bigger than being teased or tortured.

"I don't want to talk about it, Marcus," I say sternly, rubbing a hand under my eyes. I look at them and find them grey. I shove his arms off me and I walk out heading to the bathroom. When I get there, I realize how much of a mess I am right now. He didn't notice my hiccups, but my makeup. I look so freaking bad. Black waterfalls are frozen on my face and my eyes are as red as Mars. My mascara and eyeliner are gone with most of my foundation and my eye shadow. I am a mess.

I wash my face and get rid of all the makeup and red, splotchy cheeks. My eyes have somewhat returned to normal and I feel more like myself without my makeup. My makeup makes me look like a demon or a ghoul. It's part of being Demona.

I walk back to the room to find that no one is here, but a note has been left for me. "Marcy - We're heading back to the hotel. Come talk to me soon. - Marcus" First I have to talk to Isaac. Then Marcus and then I'll have to face Nick. God, won't that be hard.

I walk towards the back where I will walk around to the front and I find Isaac waiting for me. God, this boy is so sweet. Nick isn't here, either by Mr. Landly's orders or because he wanted to; probably the former. Isaac takes my hand in his, our fingers lacing together, and walks me to a car. We both get in and he tells the driver to get us to the hotel.

"You want to talk now or when we get to the hotel?" he asks, his hand still holding mine. I don't care. It's nice to have someone to talk to other than Roxy and Marcus and Nick.

"Later," I say lightly, a small smile on my face. He grins back at me and gives my hand a small squeeze. The drive is silent and I lean my head on his shoulder the whole way. I like having someone to lean on. And besides, I can't talk to Roxy without her telling Nick; I can't talk to Liam without a small form of awkwardness; and I can't talk to Marcus without seeing him pissed and trying to beat up Nick, and Nick, by the way, is much stronger.

We get back to the hotel and Isaac leads me to his room. When we are in, I fall onto his bed, closing my eyes with a sigh.

"You have no idea how tiring my day has been," I groan and I look up to see Isaac holding up a beer and a bottle of wine.

"Want a drink? It takes the edge off, sometimes anyway," he says with a lopsided and sheepish grin. First, I've never touched a drop of any alcoholic beverage. Ryan, the guy killed in the crash with Jenny, he was said to be drinking before he got in the car. First hand from Carrie herself, the very person who last spoke to him. So, I don't want to do anything I'll regret. Second, I'm only nineteen. That's underage in the United States. Now, if I was in Canada or the UK, I'd be okay with it.

"Wine's easier on first timers, right?" I ask as I sit up. He nods and the sheepishness disappears. He pours two glasses and hands me the one with a little less wine. I take a sip and I hold it in my hands, waiting for him to break the ice.

"So, what happened to make you cry?" he finally asks, sitting down next to me.

"I saw Nick and Laney," I start, "together." He nods, motioning for me to move on. "They were, um." I bite my lip and I sigh, getting it over with. "They were making out."

"What?" Isaac asks, almost spilling the wine. Wow, looks like it's an even bigger shocker to him than it is to me.

"Yeah, and I mean, I just realized that he was going to tell me he loved me." I snort. "Can you believe I would believe that? I mean, that kiss this morning was great and now, what I saw, I think I don't believe anything anymore. Well, I mean, I've known Nick since we were in pre-K. I know the boy that tortured me with Liam and Marcus when he was in that fantasy phase of his. I know the boy that I remember finally having a civil conversation with for the first time. And the boy I...I fell in love with, as cheesy and cliché as it sound." I sigh and down the wine in one gulp. "After knowing each other and falling in love and the kisses and the cuddling and the sleeping in the same bed, that is how I am repaid."

"Marcy, why do you think he did it?" he asks me, watching me carefully.

"I don't know. Maybe he saw a girl just like me in Laney and decided she was actually better because she wants to get married and have kids and grow old without fifty cats."

"You don't want to get married?" I nod and grab the beer on the table beside me. Fuck it, I deserve to feel better.

"Exactly," I sigh as I pop the top of the can. "I watched my mother break down and my sister go into a mental depression because our father was shot and killed by some drug addict. And I don't want to go through that. I don't want my husband or my kids go through such a terrible loss."

"Marcus will die and so will your mother and your sister."

"So? I mean, I know that," I say as I take a sip of the beer. It tastes terrible but hell, anything to make me feel better. "But I don't want to see my children's faces when I die. I would love to have children and a husband but I don't want to see them die or die myself. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes," he says as he takes a sip of wine. "But, look here, Nick loves you."

"Loved," I correct.

"Fine, he loved you and he'll be devastated if you die. The rest of your band will be so freaked out. If you get to know us well enough where even Jere tells you his deepest secret, we will be so devastated."

"Wait, do you mean the secret where Jere is bi?"

"How do you know that?"

"I saw him making out with Liam; turns out that he's bi too. Anyway, continue."

"Well, no matter what, there will always be someone who is afraid to lose you." At this, I gulp down the beer, feeling a slight lightheaded, but I think about what he's saying. Marriage is just an addition of people in your life that care for you. Same with children, but really would I be able to handle it, or am I like Jenny? Would I go into a mental depression only to have Roxy be the one to pull me out of it?"

"Isaac?" I ask, finally turning to him.

"Yes, Marcy?" he asks, waiting for something. I kiss his cheek before I do anything else. He deserves it. Isaac blushes lightly and gives me another shy smile.

"Can I have another beer?" I ask with a sheepish grin myself.
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So, what do you think? Who do you like better? Isaac or Nick? Honestly, I have no idea who she is going to be with in the end. I want you guys to tell me who you like best/who she should be with. Lemme know!

Well, the next chapter will be a bit more intense. In the beginning, it will freak you out! Then, well, we'll see where it goes from there!

Feedback please! And vote for Isaac or Nick on who is best. I'm sorry for making you vote, but like I said, I have no idea to pair her up with in the end.

Love ya, lovies!

~Shana Alana

 

New update! Now, don't freak out in the beginning. It's not as you think. And, also, I have no experience with drinking. Not personal experience, anyway. So, this may not be totally right.

But, still, enjoy!
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Chapter 14

I feel an intense pounding from my head. Ugh, what did I do with Nick last night? Wait, Nick's a cheater, so did I go talk to him? I had a couple beers with Isaac and then...what? I can't remember anything after the second drink. All I remember is that we talked. I sit up with a groan and look around the room. Clothes are strewn across the floor. I see my clothes from last night and I see a white shirt with black and grey stains on it. Isn't that Isaac's shirt? I look down at myself and I squeak in surprise. I'm just wearing my bra and underwear. What the hell did I do last night?

"What is it?" I hear Isaac mumble and I bring the covers up to my chest.

"Um, Isaac," I stammer, looking at him with wide eyes. He's fucking shirtless; well, obviously, because his shirt is on the ground. Please, dear God, let him be wearing boxers. If he isn't, oh, God, I just might have lost my V-card.

"Marcy?" I hear him ask in confusion. He sits up and looks at me, his face paling. "Dear God, please tell me we didn't..."

"That what I want to know! I can't remember anything past the second beer!" I say in a freaked out tone. He places his hands on my bare shoulders and I can finally see myself trembling. "Please, please tell me we didn't."

"I don't think so. Do you still have on your...undergarments?" he asks hesitantly. I nod, staring at him, my eyes wide. "Okay, I still have my boxers on so..." He trails off and then snaps his fingers. "We played strip poker last night. Sorry about that, that must have been my idea." He wipes away tears that have started to make their way down my cheeks, all in utter relief that I am one hundred percent innocent.

"Oh, God, I was so scared there for a minute," I say with a shaky laugh. "So, um, did I say anything embarrassing or wrong last night?" I wipe the rest of the tears off my face an take a deep breath.

"No, but you did say," Isaac starts. That's when I feel it. The sickening feeling that I know means one thing.

"Hold that thought," I say quickly as I run for the bathroom. Suddenly, Isaac is holding my hair and drubbing circles on my back as I throw up. I hate it, and I'm honestly afraid of it. I feel anorexic when I do and it just feels so scary for me. I shake violently and I crawl into his arms when I'm finished. I don't care that I'm practically naked; I just need to be held.

"You okay?" Isaac finally asks, rocking me back and forth. I nod because I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, there is going to be a mess all over us. "As I was saying before this happened," he begins again, pausing before continuing to make sure I won't puke again, "you told me I was very hot and that you were going to break up with Nick to come to me. I asked you, 'Why me?' and you told me, 'I have a silly little crush on you and after I saw Laney and Nick sticking their tongues down each other's throats, I feel like I can trust you not to.'" I feel my face grow hot after I know it's been pale since I crawled into his arms.

"I'm sorry," I whisper and he chuckles lightly. I look down, knowing I'm being completely childish. And really, I just had to spill my feeling in a drunken state. I wonder how I told him. Did he ask me or did I just blurt it out? Hopefully, it was the former; but probably the latter since I was drunk.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize. I actually am okay with that little confession," he whispers. I flush even more and I finally look up at Isaac. He's smiling down at me, his green eyes sparkling. I give him a shy smile.

"Really, you are?" I ask uncertainly, waiting for the rejection and the joke to be announced. I swear, if he is joking, I'm going to use the rest of my strength to hurt him. How I will hurt him, I have no idea. I don't even think I have the strength to kick him.

"Definitely," he grins and kisses my nose gently. "After you break up with Nick, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," I whisper breathlessly. That's so sweet! I mean, Nick didn't even ask me, all we did was make out and we assumed that we were dating. Speaking of feelings... "And, I'm curious, did you ask me or did I blurt my feelings out to you?" Again, he laughs lightly and now he helps me stand.

"I asked, being gentlemanly, what you thought of me. And when you told me that, I told you something about you myself. But first, you should probably take a shower. I'll bring you your clothes." He lets go of me and walks into the other room, leaving me to stand alone. I gently place my hand on the counter and I wait for him to bring me my clothes before starting the shower.

In the shower, I think, as almost every girl does. What will people say? I mean, I probably wasn't seen by anyone when we got here. Nick must be worried sick, trying to pretend to be a caring boyfriend. Marcus and Roxy are probably going searching. Laney must be confused and Jere and Liam must be indifferent like Riley. And if Mr. Landly just so happens to show up, we are screwed. And I really don't want to be away from someone I can actually talk to without gossip happening, which would be thanks to Roxy and Marcus since they tell each other everything.

How am I going to confront Nick? Should I just tell him that it's over and that he should ask his new girlfriend on why? Or should I just ignore him and show that I like Isaac rather than Nick? No, I should tell him that I saw what happened and that if that's what he wants, he can have it because I'm leaving him. That would be best.

And I have to tell Marcus everything, telling him I've already moved on and am happy once again. I have to tell Laney that I saw what happened and that I forgive her. I have to tell her I won't tell Riley, thought it might be Roxy who does that, and that I've moved on. After all, she helped me see that all Nick wants is a family. And he chose to cheat because I won't give him that. Now with Isaac's words about family though, I just might be okay with it. Having a family, that is, but not with Nick. Isaac, I might pick him, though it's too early to think of that, of course, but never Nick, not after what he did.

Finally, I get out of the shower, change into last night's clothes, and finally walk out of the bathroom to find Isaac dressed and holding something that looks like a box.

"What is that?" I ask, grinning.

"Something for you, since I've wanted to give my first girlfriend that I was serious about something nice." He hands me the box and I open it. I gasp and pull out a necklace with a little heart made of diamonds. Real or fake, I kind of don't care. It's not much and it's cute and it shows me he likes me, even though he just saw me puking terribly. But, still, I like it. I put it on with the help of Isaac and kiss his cheek, even though I know my breath must smell horrible.

"Thank you, Isaac. I'll see you later," I say and I wave, opening the door to the outside to see Nick standing there. I sigh and shake my head at the sight of him.

"There you are!" he exclaims. "I was so worried! Where were you last night?" He pulls me into a hug and I don't hug him back. When Nick pulls back, I see the confused look on his face that I was expecting. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk. Let's go back to my room," I say with a sigh. I wave at Isaac again, grinning at him and walking out, tugging Nick behind me. As soon as we are a yard away, he bombards me with questions.

"Where were you? Were you in his room all night? Why didn't you come back to your room? You could have told me where you were going. Why did I smell alcohol and vomit on your breath? Did you take a shower in his room?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I will explain it when we get to my room," I say with a sigh. I finally open my room door and I am almost tackled to the ground. I am blinded by familiar purple hair that looks tangled and a complete mess.

"Oh, God, thank goodness you are okay!" I hear from Roxy, her voice hoarse and it seems raw. I gently push her away, looking at her red eyes and splotchy face. She's been crying excessively. Poor girl, you can barely see the pretty blue of her eyes. All you can see is the red around her eyes and the black of the pupil.

"Roxy, what's wrong?" I ask, searching her eyes worriedly.

"You...you never came back last night and I thought...I thought," before she finishes, she bursts out crying and pulls me close. I look behind her to see Marcus, his hair messed up and he looks like he hasn't slept since yesterday night. His eyes are red too and he can hardly smile. Did I worry everyone that much? Liam has a hand over his mouth, tears coming down his cheeks, trying not to let his sobs ring out. God, one night I'm not around and everyone thinks I'm gone forever. I should be thankful that I have friends and family like this, but really, it's a bit ridiculous. I know I've known them since forever ago, so I guess I deserve this.

"Nick told us what he did," Marcus says, his voice raspy. "He thought that you might have left to go back home."

"What are you talking about?" I ask, confused. Does he mean that Nick told them about the kiss with Laney? Oh, God, if he did, all I have to do is say I'm not mad and that I'm moving to Isaac because he treats me kindly.

"Nick told us that you were angry about him kissing you and being in the shower and the things that got you two busted," Liam chokes out. I remove my best friend from my arms and hug Liam. He sobs into my shoulder and I look back at Nick. His golden eyes are filled with shame and he just frowns, watching me.

"We need to talk," I say again to Nick, frowning. "Alone." I remove Liam from my arms and now he's sniffling and he looks like more of a mess than I was yesterday. His eyes bloodshot and puffy, his face red and splotchy, you wouldn't be able to tell it is Liam if you hadn't known him almost all his life.

"Let's go, love," I hear Marcus say quietly. I stand and walk over to him, hugging him before he leaves. He hugs me back but he doesn't cry, and that's because he knows I'll give him hell if he blubbered like Roxy and Liam. When he pulls back, he whispers, "Come talk to me after." I nod and Roxy and he leave together. Liam's body is shaking with terrible sobs. I rub his back murmuring softly to him. They are just sweet nothings to make him calm. He leaves and I shut the door behind him. When I turn back to Nick, I cross my arms in anger. And so does Nick.

"What were you doing in the same room with Isaac when you are with me?" he asks me angrily. I laugh at his anger, seeing Wolf come out on me for the first time in what feels like forever.

"I can be with any guy I want," I say, "because it seems that in this relationship, it's not frowned upon to sneak around each other's backs with someone else." My words are angry but my tone is calm. His jaw goes slack and his mouth is wide open. "Close your mouth, you'll let the flies in."

"How do you know?" he demands bluntly.

"Oh, I don't know, I just watched you and Laney suck each other's faces off. I'm not mad, oh hell no. I'm actually quite satisfied because now, I don't have to worry about you wanting kids when I didn't."

"'Didn't' actually means you once did not. Does that mean you want kids?" he wonders in disbelief.

"Maybe," I say with a shrug. "It depends on who I'm with." I reach up and touch my necklace. "It could be with Isaac or Riley, though I'm not going to tell him about you and Laney. That'd be cruel! It could be with another guy I meet along my life. You just never know."

"What about me? Would you have my children?" At this question, I laugh. Nick stares at me like I'm crazy and when I finally calm down, I shake my head.

"I'm sorry, Nick, but what you did to me, I can't be with you. But, I'm still going to have to be around." I hold onto the heart of the necklace. "Isaac and I are going to talk later, maybe even go out to get something before the concert." Nick's eyes, or should I say Wolf's, have flames and you can practically see the steam pouring from his ears. He grabs my arms roughly and his eyes narrow.

"Don't you dare," he growls, his inner wolf appearing in full force. "If you do, I'll never, ever forgive you."

"That's good, because I am not looking for any damn forgiveness, at least, not from you. You left no room for it when you kissed Laney. You leave no room for it now. I don't care, okay. You can Wolf out on me for the rest of our lives, but it won't matter." I yank my arms out his grip, fire positively in my eyes as I rage on. "Besides, all you do is kiss me and wait for me to give myself to you without a second thought. It's how wolves like you think. Isaac is kind to me, even after I got drunk last night. Even after I told him my feeling and after what happened last night, he still likes me. And that probably makes him extremely different from you."

Wolf glares at me as I open the door, gesturing for him to leave. And he does leave.

But before he does, he whispers, "I hope you make the right choice."

 

What does Nick mean? Is Nick planning something? Or is Nick's threat empty? Was everyone being too dramatic? Or did Marcy really deserve what she got?

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~Shana Alana