A/N: Short chapter another will be posted tomorrow. Enjoy and Vote my lovelies!

Becca went on the next flight out to Colorado. I can't really blame her for being mad at me. I also think it's for the best. She's going to go home and work things out with Luke while I stay here and try to salvage my internship. If Shawn and I were together then it would be different. We would be able to tell her together instead of me holding back the truth.

She was right. I always lie to my friends. The fact that she saw right through me should be no surprise. Still, she did as I asked and promised to drop it. One day I'll tell her everything and I'll never have to lie again.

I knock on Sam's apartment door. He opens up and without a word, walks back into his apartment with the door wide open. I step inside, closing it shut behind me. "I figured we should talk about what happened."

He walks over to his liquor cabinet in the corner and opens it up. It looks like the same stuff he drank at the bar. Once he's done mixing his drink he turns to me. "Where's your friend?" 

"She went back to Colorado about an hour ago." It's really late at night but this couldn't wait until the morning. "Look, I don't know what Katherine told you but-"

He chuckles, as if something about this situation is funny or amusing to him. "She told me she used to be Morgan's student." So far it sounds exactly like what I told Bee.

"She was." I say. "None of this matters, I just wanted you to know I won't say anything about what I saw."

Sam walks up to me, close enough that I can smell the alcohol on his breath. "Are you protecting me...or him?" It's a similar question that Bee asked me earlier. The answer is still the same.

I look into his eyes but I can't explain what I see. "It seems to me like you already know." Either Katherine told him about Shawn and I or he's put everything together. He's silent for a moment, still maintaining eye contact with me.

Finally he speaks up. "I wanted you." There's the same darkness to him that I've always known about.

"Excuse me?"

Sam lifts his hand to touch the top of my blouse. "Katherine is hot and a fun time but...it was you I've been after." I take a step back, his arm falls back to his side. History will not repeat itself. Nor do I want it to. "You're not into me though, I had my suspicions before but now I know it's because of Morgan.''

"You don't know what you're talking about." I snap.

"So you haven't been sleeping with him? Maybe long before New York?" My silence is enough to answer his question. His smirk is evident. "I thought so."

"Go to hell. I was trying to be nice but clearly that was a mistake." Not to mention I was looking to continue my internship but that's besides the point.  I never did anything wrong either, I was good at my job.

Sam takes another step closer to me, I'm now against his door. "Your mistake was thinking you'd still have your internship after turning me down."

I don't know what comes over me but I slap him. "You're a pig." I scoff. "You're not even half of the man Shawn is." Before he can respond I'm out of his apartment. I'm so frustrated and angry and I have no idea what to do with how I feel.

If I were back in Brookview I would be in Shawn's basement, working my problems out. Instead I'm in New York in the middle of the night. I let out a deep breath and try to calm down. I know what Shawn would say if I went to him right now. He would tell me that in the end it's a good thing I don't work for him anymore. Then he would most likely tell me there's no point in being there because we're no longer together.

Soon my frustrations turn into hot tears and I curse myself for letting them fall.

Everything that's happened to me was supposed to make me stronger. Exactly like I told Bee, but it hasn't. I'm still scared and untrusting. I'm still Liv. I need to suck it up and live my life. A life without thinking about Shawn his thoughts. A life in which I stop holding back.

"It's super late." Katie groggily tells me when I get back. I don't respond to her, I just change my clothes and crawl into bed. I can't help but wonder where it all went wrong.