( Charlotte’s POV )The worst part when going on a date is when you're in my situation. That situation when you're all cramped up with what you're going to wear because of a huge cast. I will most likely look like a puffed-up person with so much gear attached to me. Nonetheless, I would rather look like a puffed-up person rather than a naked one.I sigh, "Wow!" I say, shocked. "I look like shit!" I exclaim, not at all surprised at my attempt at putting myself together to look decent. My grandmother told me this once, "If you look like shit, act like shit, and if those people insult you because you look like shit, make sure you treat them like shit." You could say I got my whole personality from that wicked woman. We were both sarcastic and short tempered although I am quite reserved…sometimes."Honeybunch, are you ready for our date?" Maddox yells, loudly knocking at my door. "I can help you put on that delicious red dress I bought for you!" He suggests. I scrunch up my nose, hatin

( Charlotte’s POV )Since our last date, Maddox has been distant lately. I don't blame him, instead, I tried to understand. The Broken want him, and they're trying to compromise with him, giving him such great deals with positions. Somehow, they have threatened to kill those important people who mean the whole world to him, and that would be his father and I.Maddox's birthday is just two months away, and every single time the sun rises, he gets all problematic in the morning. He keeps telling me that his death is nearing, and a new beast shall rise from its silent state. Sometimes, the thought of his changing was driving him insane.I tried to help him stay sane. Surprisingly, he's okay when I'm done lecturing him but it all goes back when the sun rises, he goes back to being so mad at himself for being half insane and sane. I would usually laugh at his wild behavior when we see each other at school grounds. I find it entertaining when he looks so frustrated and messed up, but of c

(Yvonne’s POV )Oh goddess, it feels so good to run free. The second I shifted, it felt so right. Lily is running right beside me. We both playfully nip at each other, not having to pay attention to our surroundings. This is what I really miss. No worries, no trouble, just me and my best friend running through the hills to our spot.I bet you I can get there faster than you. Lily says from beside me.Oh, you are so on. She takes off like a bullet, leaving me to race after her. She's always been incredibly fast. It's possibly the one thing she can best me at. I never found running to be important.I've always had the fight instinct, not flight.We aren't far from the edge, and I laugh as she speeds ahead, taking the win. Congrats, you've beat me at something.Yes, yes I have. The voice that comes into my head isn't Lily, and I realize, when she ran ahead, I lost sight of her. I stopped running. Lily? She has to be around here somewhere.I don't like this Yvonne. Something doesn't fee

( Charlotte’s POV )Sometimes, all you want to do is dance to a song that busts up your jam. I want to, believe me, I want to shake my ass like there's no tomorrow. I'm just kidding. I'll probably end up looking like a stick, jiggling stiffly. I look horrendous whenever I dance. My body does not coordinate with the dance steps. But I shouldn't care. Actually, I don't care at all. If that's what I feel like doing, then I should be proud of it.I'll give you guys a little tip about something.Hopefully it will work out for you and I think it will. Do the things that you're not able to do. If you get embarrassed, show them that you're proud of yourself. Show them that you're doing the things that you feel like doing and not letting someone stop you. Show them that the crowd doesn't matter, and neither do their opinions. Those people that are embarrassing you, I bet that they're just a bunch of rotten people who don't have the courage to be like you.Admire those viners and youtubers

( Yvonne’s POV )I keep going in and out. I know Connor is still close by, but he hasn't talked in a while. A part of me doesn't want to wake up, but I keep fighting to open my eyes. I miss him, and I know this is torturing him. Maybe I'm more trouble than I'm worth.If I wasn't around, he wouldn't have to worry about me being captured or killed. Then again, he'd also be mate less, and possibly a rogue.I really need to wake up. I can't stand being stuck like this. Goddess only knows how long I've been out.Come on eyes, open. I need to see that Connor's alright.A sliver of light breaks through and I fight the urge to close my eyes. My eyes quickly adjust and I look around, only slightly moving my head.I see Connor laying away from me, and I want to get close to him, but when I try to move, my body feels slow and lethargic. "Connor.""Yvonne." The voice isn't Connor's, but still, it's a voice I'm happy to hear."Dad." He quickly walks towards me, looking at me as if I'm not real."