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It was still impossible at times to believe Liam had been lucky enough to get Hazal to actually be interested in him. When he hit on her all these months back, it was a shot in the dark, the woman being obviously out of his league in so many ways. But there had always been some sort of charm to Liam, effortless and aloof. Not many things were taken seriously by the man, something that had often be held against him in past relationships. But Hazal was different, she gave him the desire to try. Not that there were many options for a guy like him, his life was pretty set in a precise course, having been in it for decades now. He had gone from hooligans and petty criminal to something more serious but not with Hazal by his side, he wondered if getting out and doing something else could actually be possible, something he never truly considered before. It wasn’t Hazal who was asking it of him but he wanted to be better for her, to be able to give him the life she deserved.

Hazal had been gone again, her job often calling her out of town. Liam always missed her but this time had been different, or so he felt like. They were getting pretty serious and this time alone made him realized how much he couldn’t see his life without her. Liam felt like he was somewhere he never saw himself before, able to entirely commit to someone and a life with them. Since Hazal was coming back today, he decided to go all out and make it a special night. Her favorite flowers had been bought and were waiting in a vase near the entrance. Lights had been dimmed and candles were laid on the table. Liam wasn’t usually a romantic and doing all this was new to him but she was worth it. “I burned dinner,” he greeted her with s sheepish smile. The windows had been opened but there was still some lingering smell. “So I ordered all your favorite from 3 different places instead.”

“It’s not enough,” she stated matter of factly. “You’ll learn that the hard way here real soon.” Not that Shay wanted to see Kieran find trouble, if anything it was something she was trying to avoid now that she was aware of him, but his flare of stubbornness needed. lesson. The owner would be more her friend than they ever would be of Kieran’s, no matter how much bonding they had between them. They were tied in a way that went above anything else.

Unable to peel her eyes away from him now, the undercover agent was openly turned toward him. Every torturous memory that filtered through her head fueled the seething hate the sight of him burdened her with.

Only, Shay didn’t hate him. Far from it, actually. 

What had been left in his wake was hurt that morphed and manifested as silence drug on, then only amplified when she’d begun seeing him around the city. And it’s a decent sized city with lots going on which left her to feel a bit tortured by his so close yet so far presence. 

What made it worse what that Shay had known better. Had been well into the mindset that she shouldn’t truly get close to anyone, let them in. Somehow he’d weaseled his way through her walls and had brought out feelings in her.

“This is my place, Kieran.” Maybe that would give him the message. This place belonged to her gang, the people that filled the space had her back not his. “Stop being a fucking child. I can make you go somewhere if you’d prefer that.” There was only a slight inflection change in her tone but a few members were now a little more alert and keeping an eye on the pair.

Part of her hoped that he’d listen and give up a little bit of pride, while the other wanted him tossed out on his ass. How dare he come up next to her and act so bold and so cocky. Especially after what he’d done.

The next words that came out of his mouth put Shay on her feet. Her hand pushed into his arm and forced him to give his full attention. “I’ve got it figured out, buddy. This is not where you need to be and you need to get the fuck away from me now.” 

It was ok for her to act unaffected, something she had now lost face, but for him? Fuck no. To push back on top of it? Shay was ready to hit him.

Big, burly men were slowly making their way in their direction. 

You used me. Shay wanted to shout that at him.

Hurt filled her chest and made her skin feel hot. Why was she the one losing it? This never happened.

Again, the man right here was to blame for it.

"You've got to be fucking - " Isa mumbled to herself as the line went dead, tossing her phone onto the couch in her dressing room only to see a figure appear in the doorway. "What? Can I help you with something or are you here to gloat?" It hadn't been the worst news she'd ever gotten but finding out he was becoming a series regular was far from good news in Isabella's book. More time spent with possibly the most frustrating man on the planet. Lucky her.

Audrey: sometimes I feel like life would be easier if my dad wasn't so overprotective

Audrey: he made me move my shoes from my room to the front door because he's paranoid I'm going to break curfew and sneak out

Audrey: granted it wouldn't be the first time but still

[ few minutes later ]

Blonde tendrils frame her face as she whips her head around and spots Emily sitting alone in the library. It’s been well over a few months since the two last hung out, (if you could call bonding over a certain double date from hell, 'hanging out’). Leaving her Shakespeare book open, Brooke stands up and ignores her literature arts partner as they question where she’s going. “I’ll be right back,” Brooke announces with a soft whisper before closing the distance between herself and Emily where she perches herself across from her, drawing one lean leg over the other and adjusting her skirt until it’s comfortably covering the parts of her that most definitely need protecting from wandering, eyes. “Emily Fields. I’m surprised to see you here. Don’t you usually spend your free periods at the pool?” Catching Emily on land was like catching an animal outside of their natural habitat. The water was where she belonged. Where she usually preferred to be. “Keep it down, ladies,” Mr. Fitz shushed them, as more eyes focused on their encounter and less on their textbooks. “Are you doing homework?” Brooke raised a manicured brow and smirked. No one ever used their free periods to work on their homework. Unless they were one of those annoying overachievers. 

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