<keep us apart. ||looking back up to Scott McCall || you're a wolf. I'm a hunter. But together we are so much more than that. I would>

<have done anything to protect you. I still would even now. ||closing my eyes|| Scott McCall I miss our time together. Our silly play>

<times, like how we would just goof off. ||lowering my voice|| Scott McCall most of all I miss us. Your touch, your kiss, your closeness>

<||opening my eyes to look up to Scott McCall. I want him to kiss me. I also want to run away so he can't. My head screams run while my>

<heart tells it to shut the hell up|| Scott McCall Scott...

||letting go of Scott McCall as I turn away from him, facing the school yard|| Scott, in order for this to work, we can't keep running>

<away from each other. ||looking down to the ground, I sigh softly, then turn back to face Scott McCall || I do want this to work >

<between us. I miss you so much. Tell you what, meet me at my place later, after practice. We can talk more then. My father will be gone>

<for a while so we'll have some privacy ||feeling my cheeks pink, I look down as I smile|| I'll see you later then. ||looking up through my>

<lashes I leave Scott McCall standing on the steps as I head back in towards my locker||

||moving through my house as I get things in order for Scott McCall to come over, my stomach flips a few times as my nerves come rushing>

<back like they did when Scott McCall and I first started dating. We are way past that time in our lives together. Why would I feel this>

<now? Sighing I walk into the kitchen and pull out some chicken to cook up on the grill. My dad making plans to be gone for the evening>

<leaves me time alone with Scott McCall. Seasoning the meat then walking it outside, starting up the grill I place the breasts on the >

<grill, closing the lid, then moving back inside the house. Washing my hands I glance to my phone to see if Scott McCall has called or>

<texted if he's on his way. Patting my hands dry I start preparing corn to grill and some vegetables. Slicing everything up and tossing >

<it into a grilling bag, then turning to go back outside, my mind races through what Scott McCall will do or say once he's here and we >

<are alone|| He wants to be back together. Do I still care for him? ||shrugs and nods to myself|| Hell yeah I do. ||turning as if he were>

<already here with me|| Scott McCall so you want to kiss me or what? ||rolling my eyes to myself|| You want to try again? I'm ok with >

<that! ||covering my face, not any good at self motivating myself I turn back to the grill and finish up the food, something I AM good at||