I chuckled as Greyson joked about how the fact he's failing history wasn't his fault.

"It is too!" I laughed out loud as he rolled his eyes. The car was speeding around various turns. Greyson seemed completely in control of it, so I wasn't paying it much attention.

"No. She is failing to educate me on something I don't care about," he stated. I laughed and couldn't help but notice just how much he and Riley looked alike when they were angry.

We had been driving for nearly an hour now. It's was nice, relaxing. I felt safe with him.

"Come on. Smile for once," I said as he glared out the window. He turned to me and narrowed his eyes on me.

"Says you," he shot back jokingly. "I thought that's all you knew how to do at first."

"Hey!" I snapped and slapped him. He laughed loudly and grabbed my hand before I could pull it back. I didn't question him as he quickly entwined our fingers together. I liked the feeling it brought me.

I watched as he smiled and focused on the road. It made me smile, too.

"I like when you smile," I said. Instantly his smile faded into a blank face. I scoffed and turned to look out the window.

"You're so immature," I muttered. I could see him smile from the corner of my eye, but when I turned back to him it dropped into a frown again. This went on for a while before I finally got frustrated.

"Fine," I snapped as I pulled my hand out of his. His head quickly shot in the direction of mine.

"Now, that was immature," he stated. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Fine," he mimicked me. Then, he placed his hand on my thigh. My heart sped up, and my face felt hot.

I looked at him as he smirked. I could do that too, asshole.

I laid my hand on his thigh and ran my hand up and down. I smirked when he tensed up, but the fact that his hold on my thigh got even tighter made him smirk as well. I huffed and leaned against the seat angrily.

"That's dumb anyway. I refuse to stoop to your level," I retorted. He just shrugged and stroked my thigh with his thumb.

We sat in silence for a while before he eventually spoke up.

"How's Ashton?" He asked in his usual monotonous tone. I frowned slightly at the thought of my little brother. I hurt him. I hurt him bad.

"I don't know," I said honestly. He doesn't talk to me. He will glare at me from down the halls, sometimes. That's it mainly. It's hard watching the boy that I had known since birth suddenly turn into a monster. "I'm gonna make sure he's okay. I'm trying."

"He looks just like you." Greyson said with a side smile. I nodded and thought about the brown-haired devil. I thought about the way his creamy, chocolate brown eyes looked so betrayed when he spoke to me earlier in the cafeteria.

"You've changed lately," Greyson stated bluntly. I bit my lip and watched as he gripped the steering wheel. "Why?" I wasn't sure how to really answer the question. I wasn't sure my feelings and thoughts could be put into logical terms.

"At first, I thought I could prove to Ashton that I hadn't changed. I was still me and he should just be him," I started saying as I looked at Grey's hand on my lap, "but then I couldn't help but change for you, too. I was waiting for you to change, but when you came back with my parents I realized that I was the one pushing this all away." Greyson bit his bottom lip and stared emotionlessly out the window.

"You had reasons," he said. His eyebrows were scrunched together as he made a sharp turn. I watched the road as slush from the snow started to collect on the ground. "I was an asshole to you. I should have realized that I wasn't doing any good." I could tell he was getting mad. He looked like he was having an internal battle and I could only assume he was mentally arguing with his wolf.

"Greyson, it's fine," I said, but I could hear my voice waver. By now I was very much aware of the speed we were going and how little he seemed to be paying attention.

His hand left my thigh and both of them slammed against the wheel. I jumped and my eyes grew larger as the speed on the car slowly increased. "I should have realized what I was doing to you," Greyson repeated angrily. I was freaking out.

"Greyson, please slow down," I said, but it wasn't as loud as I hoped for.

"Alex, I could have killed you!" He shouted above me. I didn't have to say much before Greyson did something I didn't expect.

It all happened so fast. My eyes widened as the road made a sudden curve. My heart beat sped up as Greyson tried to stop the car. It did nothing but slide across the slush on the road.

"Greyson!" I screamed, but it felt more like a whisper. My side of the car hit a railing on the side of the road. The car door pushed in, and I panicked when I realized my hand was trapped in between the door and my seat.

I tried pulling it out, but everything turned upside down. Literally.

The car flipped over the railing and I screamed as did Greyson. From there everything was a blur. I couldn't help but watch out the window as the car seemed to tumble down the hill forever. I was being thrashed around, and the last thing I remember is looking at Greyson and taking his hand weakly in mine. And then I just...

~Greyson~

Water. That was my first thought. My mouth felt dry as I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the small room that I recognized as a hospital room.

"Bubba?" I heard a little voice say. I focused my eyesight on Riley as his face was stained with tears. I quickly thought of why he would be crying until everything flooded back into my memory. I quickly sat up and looked around the room frantically. My mom and dad stood beside the bed. Mom was in tears as she ran up to me and hugged me.

"Greyson," she cried. I held her against me and comforted her.

"Mom, where's Alex?" The room instantly grew quiet. No one spoke. No one moved. No one even dared to take a breath it seemed like.

"They're cuttin'er up, bubba," Riley wailed and threw himself at me. Mom stepped back as I held Riley in my arms.

"What?" I yelled loudly in a panic. Mom flinched, but Dad just watched with sad eyes.

"Greyson, Alex nearly died," he said. His face was pale and he looked sickly. "They couldn't treat her here. They had to take her to a better hospital. She's being operated on now. Luckily, you made it out with only a few scratches and a twisted ankle. It healed, though." My thoughts quickly went to my real mom and when she died. I can't lose Alex, too. Not like my mom.

I swiftly sat Riley on the bed and then stood up. I began ripping whatever wires they had jammed into me out. I needed out of this hospital. I needed to be beside Alex. I need to hold her hand again. I needed to kiss her again. I needed to just see her smile for like the fifth time and I'd be happier, but right now, I feel nothing.

"Greyson? What the hell are you doing?" Mom asked as I began putting on clothes that were folded on a chair beside the hospital bed.

"This room smells like rubbing alcohol and blood. I can practically taste it. It's making my head hurt, and I just want to make sure my mate is okay. Alright?" I asked as I slipped the grey t-shirt over my head. "Let's go," I ushered frantically as I exited the room.

My mom nagged about how crazy it was for me to just leave while I could have internal bleeding or something. I just rolled my eyes and glared out the window as my dad drove us nearly two hours to the hospital where Alex was.

Riley was restless. His voice was scratchy and kept asking about Alex every five minutes. I think he was as worried as I was.

We finally arrived at the hospital. A feeling of dread washed over me. I sprinted out of the car and into the hospital. I stopped at a desk with a middle-aged woman there. She watched me carefully as I regained control of my breathing.

"Alex Ricardo. I need to see Alex Ricardo," I said quickly.

"Are you family?" I shook my head no.

"I'm sorry, sir. Family only," she said in a calming voice. I was anything but calm. I was ready to hit her with the clipboard in her hands.

"You're gonna let me go see her because I've had a long day as it is. That girl in there is the love of my life, and I'll see her whether you allow it or not," I snarled out angrily. My teeth were clenched together, and my hands were balled into fists. She looked so scared. I felt kind of bad. She nodded weakly and told me which room Alex was located in.

After running up and down endless hallways, I eventually found the room. I could barely recognize her scent as other scents of people and hospital chemicals drowned it out. I flung the door open and was surprised with what I saw.

There were tubes in her nose and mouth. Needles and wires seemed to be connected to every part of her body. Her face was swelled and a large gash cut across her forehead. A bruise surrounded her right eye and her right hand was in a cast.

But what was in the corner of the room is what shocked me.

"Who are you?" I asked angrily as the person stood infront of me. The fact that I knew he outranked me angered me almost as much as him being here. He smirked and walked toward me. He held out his hand for me to shake.

"Liam. Alex's first mate."

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idk what to say about this bc i feel like i sucked at writing this. i just don't know how to write boy pov. its difficult bc i feel like a wrote it like Alex...

anyway, the snow here is so bad. omg.

I have this really bad crush on a boy and its honestly killing me. He's like nice and sweet to me around some people but then around others hes a total ass. I just wanna stab him.

anyway, i have wrestling tomorrow and its a two hour drive...yay.. and the best part. the asshole is on the team. Like seriously? no.

Okay, I hope you kind of liked this chapter. I might edit it but i wrote this like half asleep so yeah. Im tired..
Edited 6/19/16