TWENTY THREE

"Hey!"

An arm wrapped around my waist tugged me back as we both fell to the ground.

"Damn it, Lily, are you trying to kill yourself." When I realized who it was. I hurried off Liam when I fell on him, then backed away to the fence again until he grabbed my arm back and pulled me close to his chest. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Stupid girl."

I ignored his insult and listened to how my heart rate was thumping fast against my chest. It has been so long since I've been this close to Liam, and I wanted time to stop for me just for a few more minutes. But I didn't want to make things more awkward than it already is so, so I pushed away from him, avoiding his eyes.

"I wasn't going to kill myself," I told him.

"Well, it looked like you were," Liam stuck his hands into his jeans pockets.

"Why are you not inside?"

"I wanted fresh air," He said without looking away. "How about you? Shouldn't you be hanging out with what's his face, Lance?"

"It's Grant," I told him, and I could hea