Comment on mistakes bc I was too lazy to edit and I owed you all an update.

I yawned as I stretched out on the bed. My hand laid across Greyson's naked chest as I did so. I smirked as I looked down at the mess we made.

I should probably put some clothes on.

I huffed as I sat up and walked out of bed. I grabbed a new pair of underwear and a bra and slipped them on. I walked into Greyson's closet and slipped on a white tee shirt before slipping on a pair of sweatpants. I honestly didn't even care that my purple bra was visible through the shirt.

I walked back into our room to see Greyson with his hands covering his face. I leaned against the wall as I watched him.

"You scratched me pretty damn hard." He groaned as he moved his hands to look at me. He pushed himself up using his elbows so his chest was more visible.

There was a long scratch from his collar bone down to his belly button. I sucked in a breath.

"We can try again in a few days-"

"Alex, do you really think this is helping?" He interrupted me. I bit my bottom lip as his grey eyes stared directly into mine.

"Well, I mean it seems to bring her back." I tried to reason.

"Kitten, this isn't doing anything." He said. I didn't want to believe what he was saying. "You either end up hurting yourself or me, and we both know that either way it hurts you." Hearing the words come out of his mouth made me angry.

For days we've been trying to bring her back, but it either ends up with me thriving in pain or Greyson almost being ripped to shreds. Greyson has a theory that my emotions are attached to his. Anytime both of us hit an emotion strong enough at the same time she comes out, but it's strange because she's much stronger. Greyson's scratches should heal in minutes, but usually it takes about a day.

I shuffled over to the bed as Greyson held his arms open. I flopped onto the bed and scooched my way into his lap. He wrapped his arms around my and sat his chin on top of my head.

"This shit is making me crazy." I mumbled as I bit my thumbnail.

"You've been making me crazy since my eighteenth birthday which was when? Nine? Ten months ago?" He said huskily. I chuckled and snuggled into his chest even more.

"You know, you should really put some pants on or at least some boxers because this blanket is pretty low." He just rolled his eyes and pushed me off of him. I couldn't help the laugh that came out as I tumbled off the bed. I just laid there on the floor and laughed as Greyson put clothes on.

After a minute of just laying there, he finally came around the bed and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. I felt like a kid as he just held me in the air with his hands under my arms.

"Greyson! Put me down!" I yelled as I kneed him in the stomach. He let out a groan as he doubled over a dropped me. I crumbled to the floor as did he.

"Ugh. Thanks Grace." I groaned out after my head hit the floor.

"Anytime." He groaned as he stood up with his hand on his stomach. That was when I remembered the scratch which probably still hurt like a bitch.

I pushed myself off of the floor as I rubbed my forehead. I leaned my back against the wall as I watched Greyson sit on the edge of the bed.

"That party is today." Greyson said making me growl. I've been trying not to think about that.

"I know." Suddenly, any form of nice emotion I had was out the window. I seem to be at war with myself lately. I feel bipolar.

"You need to stay calm. He always seems to be one step ahead of us, but not this time. He wants us to attack, but we won't. We've gotta be smarter than him." Greyson said. I clenched my teeth together and crossed my arms.

"We'll never be one step ahead of him." I said exiting the room.

As I made my way to the kitchen on the bottom floor, people still cowered away from me.

I rolled my eyes at how pathetic they all were. Storming into the kitchen, I didn't stop to acknowledge Cody or Tyler. Instead, they both just left. They know it's no use in trying to have a civilized conversation with me at the moment. The only person who seems to have actual conversations with me is Greyson; sometimes Karissa and Ashton, but I just push everyone away at the moment.

I snatched a banana from the fruit bowl and just stared at it. I clenched my teeth together as I snapped the banana in half. The two halves turned to mush in my hands as I squeezed them and then tossed the mush on the table. I wiped my hands on my pants as I clenched my teeth.

I let out a frustrated huff as I rested my head on the table and pulled my hair.

Liam's party was tonight. The thought never left mind as I felt someone's hand grip my shoulder.

I spun around and gripped the person's arm. I almost twisted it making it snap, but the hand escaped my hold and bopped me on the head. I froze.

My mom smiled down at me as I glared at her.

"Mom." I said acknowledging her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Alex Nicole, don't you dare talk to me like that." She said giving me the same glare. I squeezed my lips together to try and stop the smile that wanted to show.

"Sorry, mum." I said as I rested my elbow on the table and sat my chin in my hand.

"No you're not." She said. A small smile played at her lips. "I'm sorry I haven't been around much." I shook my head at her.

"Nah. It's my fault. If I wasn't in the hospital, I wasn't exactly here." I said looking around. True, she did visit me when I was in the hospital, but I never said anything. I ignored her like I did to everyone.

"I just want you to know that I love you." She said placing her hand on my arm, "and I'm a little worried." I looked at her confused.

"Worried?"

"Alex, this isn't you." I stared at her for a moment. "Don't look at me like that. You know you let him get to you; change you."

"Greyson didn't change me, mom." I argued

"No. Liam." I felt a pang in my chest. I would say I felt my heartbreak a little, but I really don't think there's much heart left to break.

"Everyone has a dark side." I stated as I stood up and started walking away. Then, her hand reached out and caught my arm. She spun me around so I was facing her.

"This isn't a dark side. It's just evil." I slowly pulled my hand away from her and backed away. I hurriedly ran out of the kitchen and back up to my room. I looked around seeing Greyson wasn't there.

I walked into our bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was getting pretty long and there we some pretty visible split ends from the lack of haircuts. I can't remember the last time I had one actually. It was before I found out I was mates with Greyson.

Maybe a haircut was needed.

I decided to become a nice social butterfly today and go venture off into the world and greet others with a smile.

Kidding.

Putting on a not so see through shirt and jeans, I left the pack house and took off into town. I didn't bother asking permission to use Greyson's Porsche. I do what I want.

I drove to the nearest hair salon and parked the grey Porsche. I chuckled after reading the sign hanging in the window. It read, 'I Don't Hair.' It made me want to cringe. Brushing it off, I entered the salon which reeked of hair spray.

I scrunched my nose as I walked over to the desk where a woman stood. She smiled at me.

"What can we do for ya today?" She asked. In squinted my eyes at her and replied slowly.

"A haircut." Isn't that what hair salons are for? She chuckled and wrote something down.

"What's your name, darlin'?" She asked as she looked up at me

"Alex Ricardo." she nodded and wrote something else down before calling for someone named Kara.

A girl with blue eyes and red hair came into view. She smiled at me and motioned for me to follow her. We reached her little work station thing and she made me sit down with one of those bib things.

"So what are we doing today? Cut? Trim? Color?" She asked. I chewed on my bottom lip and shrugged.

"I dunno." I said kinda wishing my mom or Gabby were here. They were usually the ones who would tell the lady this stuff. I never could actually decide. "Maybe like trim it and, uh, darker brown?" I said unsure of myself.

"Layered?" Not really sure of what to say, I just nodded as she got to work.

After what seemed like an eternity of watching my hair fall around me like rain, then washing my hair, then putting some kind of gooey shit in it, and then washing it again, it was finally finished. I was just terrified of looking at it.

"I really like this on you!" Kara gushed as she turned the chair so that I could look at the finished product.

My eyes bulged out of my head as I looked. My light brown hair was now a deep, rich brown and my once long hair was in layers that came down to my shoulders.

I nodded and turned to her. I plastered a smile on my face as I said my thank you's and left after I paid. It's not that I didn't like it, I just wasn't really in the mood to be extremely pleasant. My mom's words from earlier still mocked me. I'm not evil, just angry.

Shaking off the thought, I drove back home as I looked at the clock in the dash. 3:36.

I guess sleeping in until 12 doesn't really do a person much good.

I parked the car in the lot and walked into the house. I don't think a lot of people recognized me until they saw my face. The scar to be exact.

I went into the kitchen to find no one there. The smooshed banana from this morning was no longer there. I walked over and grabbed another banana, actually eating it this time.

I wandered up the stairs to my room once again to get ready. I ignored the closet and went straight into the bathroom to get a shower. I still needed to wash all of the nasty from my skin from last night.

I did what I thought was a quick shower, but instead lasted an hour. At least my legs and underarms were shaved and my body was clean.

I didn't bother drying my hair, so I just threw it in a towel as I wrapped my body in a towel as well. I exited the bathroom and put on a pair of underwear and a sports-bra. Then I threw on a pair of spandex with a big sweatshirt.

I walked around the room about five times until I grabbed my phone off of the dresser. I messed around on it for nearly an hour before I decided I should get ready.

I threw the phone onto the bed and walked back into the bathroom. I took the towel off of my head and blow dried it. I got out my straightner and let it heat up as I put deodorant on and brushed my teeth. The poor barber lady probably thought I was homeless.

I straightened my hair which took a lot less time that what I'm used to since my hair seems so short now. I shrugged and unplugged the straightner. I skipped makeup and headed toward to closet.

I literally had one dress.

It was the dress I bought when I was going through some weird stage of anger. I said, and I quote, "this is the dress I'll wear to Liam's funeral."

I didn't even know if it was going to fit. I bought it when I was fifteen so almost two years ago.

The dress was just a simple black dress that clung to me and the sleeves came down to my elbows. The top of the dress was open I guess you could say. I didn't have a collar. I showed the tops of my shoulders and a little below that, but I wouldn't call it sluty. More like trashy classy.

Kidding.

I yanked the dress over my head after taking off the sweatshirt and spandex and stared at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Since when did you get so good looking." I smirked and pushed my boobs up. I laughed as I ran a hand through my hair. "Oh, I feel like a whore." I muttered to myself walking away from the mirror.

I renenterd the bathroom and focused on my makeup. I knew I was probably not going to be able to get away with just a quick swipe of eyeliner and some mascara, but that's all I knewe how to do. I wasn't very talented when it came to this stuff.

I rolled my eyes and picked up a bottle of foundation. I smirked as I trailed the makeup down my scar with my finger.

"Later, hon." I said rubbing in the foundation. It was still slightly visible, but it did help to cover the scar mostly. I debated on whether or not I should worry about powder, but decided that I didn't care and just did my eyeliner. It took about ten minutes for each eye, but eventually I had two kind of even wings. I snatched the mascara from the counter and coated my top and bottom lashes in it.

I smiled in the mirror as I looked at myself. I clean up nicely.

I exited the bathroom and grabbed a pair of hoops. I put them in. I don't like wearing earrings. It emphasizes the fact that half of my one ear is missing. I let my hair fall infront of my ears, so I wouldn't have to look at them anymore.

I thought I was done until it hit me, I don't own a pair of heels.

"Oh my god." I said as I ran to the closet. I had work boots, flip flops, tennis shoes, converse, but no heels. "Well," I said picking up the black converse, "these'll have to do. They can bite me if the don't think I'm posh enough for this shit." I said as I grabbed some socks and then slipped the converse on.

As I was tying my left shoe, there was a knock on the door. I finished tying the shoe before walking over to the door and opening it.

Greyson stood in the doorway not ready at all. His hair was damp and he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What the hell?" I said as I gaped at him as he just stared at me.

"I knocked earlier, but I think you were in the shower." He said slowly. "I didn't come in incase you were still in a mood. I showered at Cody's...so what happened to your hair?"

"Changed it." I stated as I shrugged. He gaved me a small smiled and caressed my cheek.

"Well, I guess if you like it, kitten, I like it." He said as he gave me a peck on the lips. I rolled my eyes at him and yanked him into our room.

"Go brush your teeth and stuff. I'll pick out your stuff so that we can go. We probably should have left twenty minutes ago." I said pushing him into the bathroom.

I walked back to our closet and pulled out black dress pants, a black dress shirt, a grey tie, and a pair of boxers. I took them to him and he put them on in the bathroom.

He came out of the bathroom messing with his tie.

"I should get paid for this." I said eyeing up his outfit. Black sure does look good on anyone.

"I'd always be prepared for a funeral." He said as he walked toward me. He wrapped his arms around my body and kissed the top of my head.

"Not to ruin the moment or anything, but we really have to go." I said. He groaned and pulled back. His grey eyes looking into mine.

"Just promise me you can be a civilized, sweet girl for once." Greyson's voice was more firm than pleading. I smirked.

"Sure." After I kill Liam.
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I ALREADY KNOW WHERE THIS IS ALL GOING. IM SO EXCITED

So. I have an earache.

I have to run a 5k on Saturday and I'm so scared. I can run 2 miles in 25 minutes, but I'm still scared bc I need to do 3.1 miles in like 40. What if I die?!

I have school tomorrow so I should probably go to bed.

Stay awesome Gotham.

Def not edited.