Corbyn's car pulls into a noisy and crowded street. Lights are exploding and painting the black sky with a plethora of different colors and shades. Voices fill the silence that was creeping into California's dim streets a few minutes ago. I move towards the mansion that booms with music while people are dancing and standing outside talking. My angel's hand slips away from mine as I walk up the stairs of the entrance causing me to swirl around. I find him standing a few stairs lower than me with his head tilted to the side. His eyes are luminous as a wild enthusiasm is brightening them making my heart skip a beat.

"What are you doing?" Noah and Jacob disappear on the inside of the house while I stay staring at my handsome angel. He grins, without offering me any reply, and his eyes dart around; glancing towards the gate, the people around us before they land on me as if he expects me to understand something I don't think I'm capable of.

"What?" He doesn't answer again and I frown. I follow his actions and let my eyes travel around as his did. The moment I'm ready to give up trying to comprehend, memories flood my mind rapidly as they are images of a movie that flash in front of my eyes. But those aren't somebody's else memories, they are mine.

My widen and surprised eyes connect with his sky-blue ones.

"The last time we were here, I confessed to you I loved you for the first time. I didn't exactly get the answer I wanted, did I?" I giggle before I rush down the few stairs and collapse against him as my lips find their way to his. I let my fingers get lost inside his glittering blonde strands feeling the desire and love crush through me.

"I love you too," I whisper upon his lips and they curve upwards as his arms cradle me.

"Much better," His lips fall on mine before we head inside the depths of the spacious house. The familiar surroundings along with Corbyn's angelic presence make my mood cheer up. My lips unfold in a beam as I take in the party that takes place all around me.

"Hey, man," Jace shouts at Corbyn. His girlfriend stands at his side, and then, I notice Christian as he turns in our direction. Our eyes meet before I look away. I couldn't be happier that Corbyn knows about the call or else I would be drowning in insecurity and guilt. Awkwardness claims me when I sense his gaze burn me and Corbyn acknowledges his presence. Corbyn's jaw clenches as his grip on my hand hardens.

"What's up?"

"You got back together?" Christian's voice rises and I feel the anger creeping into Corbyn's body. The tension he radiates off of him makes me move closer to his body caressing his fingers with my own.

"Yea, and you better keep your hands off of her," Corbyn threatens as he glares towards Christian. Electricity blazes between them charging their glares and fueling both of their anger.

"We should go," I mutter for Corbyn to hear but his eyes don't leave his.

"What are you talking about?" Jacob asks frowning as his gaze falls from one to the other in an unsuccessful attempt to understand what evolves in front of him.

"Didn't you hear? He was hitting on Amelia while I wasn't around. Begging her to go on a date with him in the name of his superiority of me. You're better, right?" I almost see the flames burning the clear excited eyes I was previously admiring.

"So, she told you,"

"She didn't have to. I was with her when you fucking called her." Corbyn shouts before he takes a step closer to Christian. "I had warned you," He mumbles. "Touch her and I kill you,"

His promise replays in my head but another face invades my blurry vision. After that disgusting monster nearly took that wasn't his, twice, my angel's need to protect me along with my fear has been multiplied and magnified as if my insecurity fires and feeds his worry.

"I haven't but you can be sure as hell, I will," His words erupt a blazing rage in me as his tone and hungry eyes remind me of the demon that has cost me enough already. And I won't anyone else take anything else for me.

"What are you..." My words are cut as he continues; his eyes glued to blue ones.

"And she will ask me herself when she realizes the liar you're," Corbyn moves in angelic speed that creates a red blur in my vision before he flings himself on Christian thrusting him in the ground forcefully. A gasp escapes my lips as my feet stay frozen. A blast of voices bursts bouncing off around while their bodies move in sync. I attempt to move but hands trap me back and when I turn to find my capture, Noah's wide eyes meet mine.

Nudges and jostles throw my body in different directions while I try to stay still, my eyes adhered to the battling boys. Jace launches himself towards them as the figure of Cyle and Jacob appear in my peripheral vision. Shrieks and bellows about the fight or the names of the fighting boys drown my voice as I yell. But it has no difference, as if I toss a tiny rock into an endless ocean. Noah's hands squeeze my arms not letting me leave.

"Let me go!"

"You can't," Noah cries above the deafening noise of cries. Anna's panicked grimace emerges from his shoulder. Their shifting bodies roll on the ground as one of them takes control punching the other after the other has taken the reins of the fight.

"Corbyn!" I scream sensing the bash he accepts sending a throbbing pain in my body. That moment, he rolls over and standing on his knees, his fists come in contact with Christian's nose. I didn't hear any sound but by the amount of blood that streams from his nostrils, I'm sure it has broken. Corbyn's connected fingers touch Christian's chaw that is immersed in blood. Jace's arms circle Corbyn's and haul him backward. He loses a few steps stumbling to find his equilibrium. Christian rises to his feet though before their fleshes can be attached again in a barbaric gesture, an unknown young boy retains Christian back despite his persistent attempts to break free and lick Corbyn.

"Knock it off," A protest echoes first before the mass of bodies around the conflict diffuses as the pure air clears up the clouds of smoke. I run to Corbyn the second Noah's arms quit gritting me tightly. I can still feel his fingers marking my skin even now that he doesn't touch me. And I know that if I look down, I will find strokes on my flesh.

I seize Corbyn's chin to turn him towards me to examine the wounds but a frustrating and bitter huff leaves his lips making me clutch it. My eyes roam across his facial features while the watchers walk away even though their chatters trouble my ears filling my system with anger.

My hands shake from the annoyance and my heart thunders in my chest in sync with my rapid breathing that graces and parts my lips. Corbyn's eyes are wide in fury as the white soft cotton brushes off the blood from his right eyebrow. I breathe out angrily as my eyes wander in his face again and I bite my tongue not to burst out shouting.

"Say it," He orders, and I raise my eyebrows in a questioning manner. "Whatever is that you want to say. I know you want to say it,"

"You don't," His forehead creases in confusion yet the fierceness empowers his blue-sky eyes that are fuzzy by the rage that dominates his heart.

"Say it,"

"Fine," I snap taking the cotton off of him. "Care to explain why you started beating him up?"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" He roars as his black pupils swallow the glassy magical blue of his eyes.

"Fighting him, what exactly good does that?"

"Don't start this shit with me," He threatens. "No violence and shit, like every problem can be solved in a calm discussion."

"I didn't say it does. But you kicking him doesn't help, Corbyn. I'm mad at him too but you didn't have to fight him!"

"Oh, yea?" He asks sardonically narrowing his eyes. "Then what the hell was I supposed to do when he bragged about sleeping with you?" His angry voice bounces off the walls hurting my ears at the intensity and volume.

"I wasn't going to, ever," I emphasize. "And you know it. He wanted to get to you!"

"He fucking did! And there's no way I'm gonna sit around hearing him saying all those bullshit," He screams.

"He's trying to get into your head that I will leave you for him. He's feeding on your anger,"

"Well, he better goddamn think about saying something like that again. Because he will, and the next time, I'm not going to break his nose. He will regret the time he rose his eyes at me."

"Stop it," I cry. "Don't you see what he's doing?"

"I don't give a fuck! Don't talk to him again," He stands up walking to the door of the bathroom when my voice freezes him.

"I will,"

"What the hell did you just say?"

"This is my fight, Corbyn. He started it with me and it ends with me. I'm the one who needs to end whatever he thinks we have,"

"You're kidding me," He claims. His eyes burn frantically and by the serious expression he wears, he doesn't believe me.

"I'm not. I will talk to him and put an end to this,"

"The hell you are,"

"Corbyn, listen to me..."

"No, you listen to me," He interrupts striding the distance that separates our bodies igniting a blazing fire between us. "You won't talk or come close to him, ever again,"

"Stop doing that. I told you I'm not going to let you battle my fights for me. He tries to get into your head through me and I won't let him. It ends with me and there's nothing you can say to make me change my mind," I stare at him having to raise my chin to meet his sparkling blue eyes that send tingles across my spine.

"Your battles?"

"Yes. You can't keep getting in the way protecting me all the time."

"I can and I will," He claims and walks out of the room rapidly leaving me alone in the luxury restroom, next to red pieces of cotton, in a mess of nerves and anger.