I immediately dialed his number. The second the rings stopped and a voice turned on, I yelled into my phone.

"Liam!"

The boy was quiet for a moment, probably trying to understand the strange situation and my raised tone, before he replied, "Jamie?"

"You bombed my dorm room??" I asked, "How? When? Why?"

"Jamie, calm down," Liam let out, "Explain to me again. I literally just got back to my room."

"I got back to my room as well," I slowed down, looking rapidly around my door, "And the whole inside is destroyed. Everything is broken and shattered. There's nothing in there but rubbles."

I could hear his steady breathing from the other end.

"Liam?" I called out. I didn't know what to do. It was almost curfew time and the students still here were rushing back to their rooms before the professors strolled through the hallways to check up on us.

"Stay in there for a moment. Wait for the teachers to do their check-ups and then come over to the boy's dorms."

I frowned slightly and unconsciously turned around to check if anyone was listening in on our conversation.

"I can't..." I replied, "Why would I need to?"

"Where else would you sleep?"

My breath hitched as I realized what he was suggesting.

"Sleep with you?" I exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"

"Lennon, why else would you call me if not for my help."

"I-"

That was... true. It was also to confront him and the only way I could be certain of anything was if I was talking to him face-to-face.

I sighed loudly and hung up after closing up the call.

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The teachers eventually came and after the atmosphere turned quiet and peaceful, I walked out of my room after messing with the alarm.

I'd set it so that it seemed like I would be in my room everyday before curfew. If I was ever needed back I'd be given a signal through my phone.

As I waited, I used that time to gather my belongings, which I realized had all been obliterated. Nothing was left. My clothes, my accessories, my snacks...

The only things I had were whatever was in my school backpack. Textbooks, journals, writing utensils, notebooks, and most importantly, my safely hidden weapons.

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I walked down the hallways and sneaked out of the girl's dorms and into the boy's.

I found Liam's door after a bit of searching in the dark with only the light of my phone to guide me and I typed in his password.

The door opened to a dimly lit room.

Liam wasn't in bed but I was sure he was in the bathroom showering once the aroma of shampoo hit my nose. I closed the door carefully and placed my bag neatly next to his bed on the ground with a soft thud.

Even if I called out to him, he wouldn't be able to hear me well with the water running. I sat on the edge of his bed and slowly looked around, taking in the familiarity of the room since I had last entered.

There wasn't much. The bed was positioned against the opposite wall facing me while the bathroom was stationed around it on the adjacent wall. His study desk was to the right of the door I came into and his small bed table stood neatly next to the head side to the right.

The entire floor was carpet colored navy blue, as opposed to the girl's dorm which was a creamy white.

What I was also jealous of was that he somehow managed to get himself a room with a window. I stared at the black curtains that were let down, blocking the view of the night sky. The small, golden ropes that usually held the curtain drapes together were hanging loosely below either sides of the window frame.

"So you're here," came his smooth voice as the bathroom door clicked open to reveal Liam dressed in a black t-shirt and black and gray shorts. His hair was partly dried and he had a towel draped around his shoulders, much like the first night I came here.

"You have a shirt on this time," I commented as I turned around to meet his eyes.

"I could take it off," Liam stated, closing the bathroom door behind him and walking to his work desk. He took a seat and leaned back, watching me.

"You really didn't mess with my room?" I asked him, "Positive?"

"I was with you the whole day," He responded as he ran a hand through his black hair.

"What about Kai?"

"Kai's back at the Renai. Like I said, he won't always be here. There's places he pops up in. It just so happened you met him here that one night."

I nodded slowly and looked down at my bag, "So, what now? I don't feel comfortable sleeping with an assassin."

"And I don't with a sniper," Liam replied with a small smirk, "But I somewhat trust you."

I frowned, "Is it because I'm a girl and I'm not as intimidating as a guy?"

"Part of it is true," Liam answered, pulling the towel off of him, "You haven't showered or anything have you."

"I can skip for a day..." I trailed off.

Liam gave me a look, "Lennon, I'm not sleeping with a stinky girl."

I glared at the boy and sat up straighter, "I am not stinky. And for your information, I'm not sleeping anywhere near you."

"Who said I'd be sharing a bed with you," Liam scoffed slyly, "My original plan was for you to crash on the floor."

I sighed and deepened my glare at him, "At least the floor's carpet."

As silence fell over us, I realized that from now on, I'd have no clothes of my own. I'd have to go shopping tomorrow. But I have no money.

No money...

I pouted to myself as I pushed my body off of Liam's bed and towards the bathroom to wash up.

Inside, I could smell the fresh, yet sweet aroma of shampoo. It felt nice and I took a quick shower.

As I wet my hair, I couldn't stop thinking about how strong his smell was inside the shower. It was all around me and I became a little embarrassed before I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on getting cleaned and then getting out.

I dried myself up and went out of the shower, only to find a comfy shirt neatly folded on the sink counter. A white t-shirt was laid on top of my black leggings that I had planned to re-wear.

I stared at the unfamiliar shirt, confused for a short moment, before realizing something.

I quickly threw the clothes on, brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush, turned off the bathroom lights, and closed the door after I left.

Liam was leaning peacefully against the bed's head with his eyes closed before I marched in and exclaimed, "Hey!"

He groaned a muffled sound before his head slowly tilted towards me, his blue eyes gradually opening to meet mine.

I was taken aback but I stopped myself before proceeding with what I was going to say, "You came into the bathroom when I was showering didn't you??"

The boy took a moment to process my words before a light, cheeky smile eventually appeared on his face.

"Is that why you're blushing?"

My brows furrowed a bit, "I'm not blushing," I defended.

"Mhm," He countered and his eyes stared deep into mine.

I kept my gaze on the boy, seeming like I had something to say, but nothing would come out. I sighed slightly to myself.

I wanted to say thank you because he lended me his shirt, and even offered a place for me to sleep, but I couldn't.

Why... can't I just say thank you?

Feeling tired and defeated, I trudged quietly to the corner of the room that was empty space and sat down next to the wall. My back found a temporary comfortable position against the wall and I forced myself to sleep.

"You don't snore do you," Liam mumbled, shifting a bit so that he was now snuggled deep inside his blankets.

I groaned loudly to express my irritation towards him for always assuming I was the worst type of girl to share a room with.

"Would you stop messing with me," I whined quietly, "I just want to sleep."

I couldn't hear anything after that. The atmosphere turned soft and quiet. I felt peaceful and slowly drifted into sleep.

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"Mommy!" I yelled into the distance, "MOM!"

She left the house without another glance at the both of us and had never once returned.

"Are you going to leave me too," I had asked my drunken father that day.

"If I feel like it," he murmured back while still in his sleepy state, embracing a beer bottle to his chest like a hugging pillow.

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2 years later

"Daddy!" I had yelled at the man who claimed to be at work minutes earlier through text, "Daddy wake up. Who is this woman in my bedroom? I just came back from school!"

The man moaned in his sleep and expressed his irritation towards me by turning his back to me on the couch. I looked at his alcoholic body and glared at the smell that came off of him.

My 7 years old form ran into my room and busted the door open to reveal a beautiful, young woman I've never seen before.

She dared to be naked in front of me, in my room, in my house, and for who?

My father?

"You're not mommy," I said to her startled face, "Get out of my room."

"Oh, sweetie, you won't understand," the woman began, trying to smile at me to lighten up my mood, "This is the adult world, and-"

"Don't try me," I informed her lowly, "If you think kids are merely nothing more than dumb animals running around with no brain and heart you can poop yourself out the door because you're not ready to be my mother in any way or form."

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My father left with her.

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