He had never met someone so nice and friendly, especially someone who didn't pretend around him. 
He hates it.
He hates her bubbly personality.
He hates the way she got under his skin.
And most of all, he hates the way she makes him feel.

She had never seen someone with such a bad attitude. The scrowls that he sent to everyone that passes his way or the menacing glarjes that never seemed to leave his face.
Despite it all she couldn't help but feel deeply attracted to him.
He didn't let any one get close to him, and no one tried...
Until she came.
.............................................................

LIAM

She puts the final bandage over his eyebrow, smoothing it with her hand. "Try not to get into anymore trouble Liam. You can't keep ruining this pretty face." 


He blinks and she looks at him with wide eyes. "I... Um..." The corner of His lips lift up as she clears her throat looking away. 


"Thanks." His hand reach up to run it through his hair and something catches her eyes. 


A faint white line across his wrist. Realization hits her. 


Liam traces her gaze to his wrist and quickly pulls his shirt over his fingers. 


"I don't know what you are talking about." He looks anywhere but her. She grabs his hand and pulls his sleeve away to reveal the scar across his wrist, and it wasn't just one. 


 "Liam what is that?" She asks even if she already knew the answer to that question but still Liam replied her with silence. 


"Why would you do that Liam? Why would you cut yourself?" She felt like crying at the thought. 


Chapter 13