My head hurts, and my lips definitely hurt more. I looked at the scattered tables in front of me, and I shook my head. I was better than this. I didn't want to fight him at first, but when I remembered everything that had gone on between the two of us, I had more reason to thrust my fist at his face. Now, things are even worse. I mean, his father was getting married to Mrs. Tracy. How do I tell my mother that she was making the biggest mistake of her life?I know I was being selfish telling her to let go of her happiness for mine. I grabbed my books, shoving them into my bag at the thought of both of them walking down the altar, hand in hand and smiling at themselves. I shrugged as I pictured it in my head. I knew I had to stop it. But how can I? I still remember Mrs. Tracy singing his praises at the dining table this morning. I should have known, should have been more observant, but then I had a lot to worry about. The system was back, which means more missions for me, and there

I was not sure if I was selfish or if I was just being paranoid. The system has made sure I learn that trust is rare. Maybe this was why I was always so defensive. I have learned to always stand up for myself, and I don't have to depend on others. That was the only way I got to where I am today. I landed on my bed, shutting my eyes. The drug I brought earlier was working now. I felt drowsy and weak. I heard a slight knock on the door. "Come in," I said, trying to sit up. The door opened and Selena walked in. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she saw the marks on her face. "Did you fight at school?" she asked, grabbing my face like she was my girlfriend. "It will heal," I replied, forcing a smile. "This is going to scar if it is not properly taken care of. Where is the medic kit?" Her eyes darted through my rooms. Selene knows where I keep most of my things, and she doesn't need my permission to go and get whatever she needs. We were so close now that she felt