"WHOO!" All I could hear was the crowd around us cheering, but all I could feel were his lips pressed up against mine. Our lips moulded together perfectly.

His other hand curled around my neck as mine around his shoulders. He kissed me passionately, as if he would never get this opportunity again. My whole body was draped against his. My lungs were begging for air, but my heart didn't want it to stop.

His tongue enters my mouth and I can't help, but moan. The ends of his fingers painfully dig into my neck and back, but I ignore it as the sensation of his kiss was too over whelming. Heath bites my bottom lip just before his grip loosens and he backs away breathing heavily.

I wanted to yell no. But I was lost at words. My mind was in over drive trying to take the moment in. Did that just happened? Did he just kiss me? In Time square, New York? At midnight of new years? Holy.

I look at Heath who was deep in thoughts; staring at the snow covered ground. "They went past us." He states not looking up. What?... Oh. The men.

I breathe heavily. I turn around to hide my rosy cheeks, and the stretched out smile on my lips. But my moment was lived too short. My eye's were tearing up as realization hit.

He kissed you so they couldn't see us. He was just covering. Why would he play me like that? Did he not feel anything? I blink my eyes dry, and turn back around to Heath's curious eyes.

"We should get going." Heath yells through the noise I nod not wanting to risk the fact that my voice might crack.

I look around at all the people celebrating. I grin in the effort to mask my true emotions. "Not just yet!" I run away blending into the crowd. I speed past people not caring about saying sorry towards a club I spotted. I could faintly make Heath's voice out of the crowd behind me, but I neglect it as I run in past the security.

The music was pumping through the room, and people were dancing like there's no end to their happiness. I run towards the bar. "Make me seven shots please." I state. I look behind me, but Heath's no where in sight. "Make it strong." I add. The dark headed bar tender, who was pretty cute might I add, nods.

He makes one by one, and I drink them as they come. One after another I eventually lose count, and any thoughts that were running through my mind disappear. My lungs were getting compressed as I had a hard time breathing in this tight space, but like everything else tonight I decided to overlook it, and tumble onto the dance floor.

The song On My Own by TroyBoi was blaring through my ears as I jumped to the beat of the song. I was carelessly dancing as I felt a pair of hands slip around my waist, and pull me up against their front. I felt a hot breath trail down my neck. "What is such a beautiful thing like you doing all alone on new years?" His voice was very deep, and husky. I turn around in his arms.

I smirk as I see a muscular guy around six feet tall. He had black hair, dark brown eyes and light coloured skin tone. "Who said I was alone?" I had to yell through the music.

He smirks. "Not me." His hands trail up my sides, and I move back so that I can curl my arms around his shoulders.

"Let's enjoy the night!" I yell as I start dancing with him. My dress was getting torn from people stepping on it, but I didn't care. All I could feel was my heart thumping against my chest with the beat of the music as I let my body be controlled by the handsome stranger.

After awhile the music becomes slow beat, and we start dancing slowly. "May I at least know this beautiful's name?" He asks lustfully.

I bite my lip. "This beautiful's name is Riley. How about yourself?"

"Noah." He smirks.

"Hot." I state.

"How about we make this night even hotter?" He suggests with a lustful grin. I smirk, but it drops when I notice a certain brown eyed individual furiously glaring at me.

This is so not happening. He is not going to ruin my new years. If he get's to have fun then so do I. I look back at Noah, and with out any warning I press my lips against his. Clearly taken by surprise he stiffens at first, but eventually follows along by kissing me back.

The kiss was nothing compared to the one I had with Heath just moments ago, yet I didn't stop. He bit my upper lip before backing away. His desire filled eyes scanned my whole body before he took my arm, and led me up the stairs. I looked back to spot Heath, but he was no where insight.

I felt happy, but somewhere a part of me wanted him to be there too. I push the feeling down as Noah pulls me into a bed room, and closes the door behind us. I look back at the door as if I've been locked in here forever with no exit. I felt desperate to leave. I turn around to see Noah's piercing gaze on me. I was about to say something, but I was interrupted when his lips crashed onto mine.

Do I want this? It's a one night stand, Riley. You'll be fine. Then why do I feel so guilty? I omit any thoughts, and kiss Noah back.

I curl my hands around his shoulders, and my legs around his waist as he picks me up slamming my back against the door. I groan against his lips from the impact. He takes the opportunity to enter his tongue into my mouth. I let him explore the insides of my mouth with his tongue just before forcing him out.

His lips then land on my neck. As a natural reflex my head tilts up giving him more access. He teasingly lands soft kisses down my neck. I curse myself, but my mind goes numb when he walks us to the bed. He pushes me down, and gets on top of me.

His lips crash down on mine once again, and I don't argue as I kiss him back. I wrap my hands around his neck pulling him down closer to me. I roughly push him off me, once my lungs couldn't take it anymore. He stands at the end of the bed panting for air as I sit up doing the same. I meet his gaze, and watch him slowly un button his shirt revealing his six pack. Fuck.

I stand up, and look up at him for some sort of signal. He takes his shirt off complete, and throws it on the ground just before he starts kissing down my neck causing me to moan. My whole body felt tingly. He undoes by hair by pulling out the bobby pins. My hair falls down in a series of waves covering my shoulders. His hand then curls around my back, and his fingers play with the zipper before deliberately unzipping it.

Noah's eyes met mine one last time before he pushed me down on the bed again. I gasp as the fall impacted the gun wound. Noah was too busy kissing my bare shoulder that he couldn't see that I was in pain. The door clicks open. "What the fuck?!" I hear a voice I wish I didn't.

Both mine and Noah's head turn to the door. Heath. Fucking. Levers. My mouth drops open in shock as he has just walked in on me and some other guy who were about to have sex. "Get a different room man." Noah brushes him off. Please leave. Please leave!... I internally beg.

"No! What the fuck! Get off her!" Heath aggressively pulls shirtless Noah off me. I get up, holding up my dress.

"What the fuck dude?!" Noah hisses.

"Go fuck some other girl. She's not your type." Heath glares at Noah. They had a stare down for about a minute when Noah finally gave up and angrily left. I on the other hand stood there like a fool. So many emotions that I didn't even knew I felt were constantly running through me like a lightning bolt. I also had a bit of double vision do to the alcohol, and loss of breath.

After watching Noah leave Heath turns to me. His eyes were full of rage. "What the fuck do you think you were doing!?" Heath spat.

"Having sex. I'm guessing it wasn't that obvious." I simply state. I was in no mood to have a fight with him.

He grabs my left arm tightly and pulls me against him. "What's wrong with you?!" He scans my face, and realization hits him. "You're drunk." He chuckles letting me go. "You're so lucky I stopped you, or else you would've been sobbing about this for I don't know how many days."

"No I am not lucky that you fucking stopped me! I wanted to have sex with him. Why is that you can have sex with any girl you'd like, but if a guy even eye's me it's my fault?!" He falls silent. "You are nothing, but a friend to me. Don't ruin that for yourself too." Unwanted tears fall from my eyes. If only you knew.

Hurt was evident in Heath's pure eyes, but he hides it by dropping his gaze to the ground. "We should go, we have a lot to do." He says. He grabs my hand and tugs me towards the door. I hold my dress up with my other hand.

"Heath stop!" I yell. He abruptly stops.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"My dress is still unzipped." I blush. His eyes widen, he turns me around, and zips it up never the less. "Thanks." I breathe. He nods, and we walk out.

We get out of the club after getting an intense glare from one of the security men. Time square was almost empty now making me think what time it is. I push my long hair back, and hug myself trying to protect myself from the cold.

My feet were still bare steeping onto the ice cold ground. "Here." Heath takes off his coat, and settles it over my shoulders. I gratefully take it. The coat was two sizes too big, but still felt indescribably warm. I laugh at how cliche this is. I put my arms through the coat's sleeves. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. It's just that, don't you think this is kind've cliche?" I ask.

"Don't girls usually like cliche?" He questions.

"I'm not like other girls. I hate cliches." I state.

"Huh." He thinks. My gaze gets a little blurry, from the affects of the alcohol, and the cold. I was about trip, and fall when Heath grabs my arm, and pulls me up against him. I back up from him immediately not liking our closeness as much as I wanted it.

We didn't talk the whole way back, but Heath refused to let go of my hand. Saying that I will fall, and crack my head open. I mean, I'm not that stupid. You were about to have sex with a stranger. Ugh. Stupid conscience. Where's a drink when I need one? I sigh as I walk into the bathroom.

I'm left in disgust as I look at myself in the mirror. My hair was scattered in all directions, with big knots. The embroidery on my dress was falling apart, and the worst on top of everything else was my neck. It had over three clearly visible hickeys. I cringe at the sight.

I felt as disgusting as I looked. I turn on the shower, and strip out of my dress. I leave the gun on the counter. It took me awhile to get the back unzipped, but I refused to call Heath for help.

The hot shower felt amazing against my rough cold skin. Tears started to wash down my cheeks. Riley, you destroyed yourself. You fell in love with someone who doesn't even know the meaning of love. I was going to have sex with a random guy. You don't do that, Riley. This isn't me. Why did I have to fall in love?! I grab at my hair in frustration. Heath has messed me up.

*********

After almost an hour in the shower I exit wearing one of Heath's shirt, and boxers. I didn't want to, but they were overly comfortable. I also swallow one of the Tylenols from our bag.

I walk into the living room, and turn on the TV. I stop at The Vampire Diaries. Ten minutes into the show, Heath comes out of the kitchen with two mugs in his hands. He hands me one before sitting down next to me. My head was throbbing, but I just went with it. I was completely sober now. Everything I did while I wasn't, I regret.

"What you did tonight-" Heath starts, but I cut him off.

"Was none of your responsibility. It was my fault I get it, but you can't always be there to pick me up when I'm about to fall. Just let me be Heath." I beg. Everything was silent for a brief moment as we drank our hot chocolate. Then my thoughts tracked back to our night to the party. Luke.

"We're-"

"What-" we both talk at the same time causing us to break out in a laugh.

"Okay you go first. No. You. You." We both talk in unison.

"You know what I'll just go." I give up. "What was Luke doing at the party tonight?"

Heath had a masked expression on his face. "How am I suppose to know? I only had enough information on Mr. Bad." The words flow out of his mouth as if they've been replaying in his mind a million times. I nod. It was clearly visible that I didn't believe him.

"So what's the plan now?" I ask curiously.

"We're going to.... Canada!" He says trying to over exaggerate.

Canada? I gulp. There's so many places in Canada, right? "Where in Canada?"

"Va..n...couver!" He rolls his tongue at the r.

Vancouver? Come on, Riley. You know you would have to go back sometime. "Are you okay?" Heath asks putting his arm on my shoulder. I stare at his hand before brushing it off.

I nod. "Ah- yeah." I stand up putting the half full mug down. "H-how are you planning to go there? We don't have our passports?" My voice was trembling.

"Liam can help us with that. He'll get us fake ones."

"Oh." My mood drops even more. I just needed more time, before I went back. "Ah c-can," I sigh," I just need a minute." I turn around, and walk towards my room. I close the door behind me.

Come on Riley. You've accepted your past, why is it so hard to just go back to a place? For Heath. But I'm not ready yet. You promised you'd help Heath. I wipe away the tears, and head to bed after turning off the lights. Why can't I just stay happy for awhile?

I sigh, falling into a deep sleep.

*********

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Logan asks me.

"Yeah. I won't be able to give her what she deserves. If I keep her."

"She deserves her real mom."

"She deserves a happy life with someone else." I state.

"Ms. King?" Eva walks out. I stand up, and shake her hand.

"Are you ready?" She asks.

"Mmhm." I nod, and put on a smile.

I sit up and gasp. I look around myself, and spot Heath kneeled beside the bed looking at me. Worry evident in his eyes. His hand was on mine, and so I put my palm into his tightening my grip around it. "Are you okay?" Heath gently asks.

I nod wiping the sweat off my face and neck. Heath takes his hand away from me, and uses his hand to pass me a glass full of water. I gulp the water down in one go. I hand back the empty glass. "Do you want to talk about it?" Heath asks softly.

"No." I look down, and start playing with the blanket. "D-did I say something?"

"You kept repeating I want her back." Heath cautiously replies. I nod knowingly.

"What time is it?"

"One. I think." I continue playing with the blanket.

"You should get some sleep. We have long couple of days ahead of us." He suggests. I nod, and slip down hiding under the blanket.

I lay on my left side facing Heath. I hold his hand in mine, and fall asleep under his protection.

*********

I wake up with a heavy arm draped around my waist. Heath. I smile at first, but my smile drops when all the events from yesterday come to mind.

I slowly take his arm off me, and sit up. He was still in a deep sleep, so I get off the bed heading towards the bathroom.

After doing my business, I change into one of my hoodies and a pair of jeans. I tuck the gun in between my back and the jean's waist band. I leave my hair down to hide the hickeys.

I exit the bathroom only to find Heath shirtless, talking to someone on the phone. "Yeah, got it. Thanks man. Means a lot." He says ending the call.

I get our backpack out pulling out another Tylenol and swallow it. I walk past him, and exit the room. I head to the kitchen. I look around to see what I could make. The best I came up with was an apple with a glass of water. Awesome. I know.

I gulp some water down before starting to eat the apple. Heath walks in wearing a white shirt, black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. "Liam booked us his private jet. I told him fake passports were good enough, but he reminded me we would have a hard time getting through security that way." He adds.

"Okay." I simply reply sitting on the counter. I take the TVs remote and turn on the TV. The news channel starts.

"Our next news. The police is still in the search for two young women, and two men they were all caught on camera shooting another man who's body is still missing. The video released by the police on December thirty first shows a girl dressed in black shooting another man. The man himself has not been identified; though, the culprits have. The names are Riley King, Heath and Jennifer Levers, and Dylan Denver. All twenty two." That's not even the while video.

My mind goes blank, and the apple drops from my grip.

"The shooter is identified as Riley King. All of the culprits were shot fleeing the scene, and there is new news from them since. If you have seen or know where they are please call your local p-" Heath turns the TV off, and looks at me with guilt.

"How d-did th-they get that?" I gulp. I'm gonna go to jail.

Heath walks up to me. He looks dead into my eyes, and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Listen to me Riley. I won't let anything happened to you. I promise. We can clear your name once we find the man who caused this all. I know it was his doing. No way did anyone else call the police."

"Clear what? I shot him. I had that gun in my hand, and I pulled the trigger. I am the culprit. And what about Jen, and Dylan? They didn't do anything."

"No you're not! Riley, if you say that they will take you in for sure. You're not the culprit." He states. " It was done in the heat of the moment. Jen and Dylan will be easier to deal with. You don't need to worry about them."

"There is video proof of me shooting a guy, they will never believe what I have to say specially if they believe we fled the scene." I protest.

"Okay. Just promise me you'll let me handle all this, and not do something stupid."

"I'll try not to do anything stupid, but we don't have a lot of time Heath. I can't let you guys go down for my mistakes."

"I know." Heath sadly states. "No matter what happens, just know that I care."

"I know that you do. But to what extent?"

"There is no extent." Heath firmly replies. I look into his eye's for any signs saying he's lying, but there's none. "We should get going." Heath adds moving back.

"Wait. Have you talked to Dylan or Jen since Los Angeles?"

"No. I let them know we were in New York, but I haven't heard from Dylan since. I also threw away our phones this morning. I don't want anyone tracking them back to us." I nod as he gets up.

"What about the passports?" I ask.

"Liam dropped them off early morning." Heath leaves down the hall, and comes back with our bag.

"You packed it?" I ask a little shocked.

"Yeah, I thought it might be a little too much for you to do. Specially with an hangover."

"Thanks." I say. I was slip on my converse.

"Wait." Heath stops me on my way to the front door.

"I wanted to check your stitches."

"Sure." I sit down on the couch, and he follows. I tried to just pull the neck hole down to my shoulder, but it was too small. I hesitated taking my hoodie off, because I was just wearing a bra underneath. It's not like it's something he hasn't seen before, so I just take it off.