I leaned back into the couch as I thought about what my parents and Aaron said earlier.

Weak....Weak....Weak

The words that affected me the most was what Aaron said and the more I think about it the more I wished I was like him. He never knew what it meant to be weak he was born strong. Always standing tall no matter how cruel his life is. A tear fell from the corner of my eyes, rolled down my check and landed onto my left leg. His life was ten times worse than mine and here I am crying like a little spoiled brat.

My hands involuntarily formed firsts as I looked at the wooden ceiling and thought about something else. I'll be sixteen next week and when I am I'll be able to find my mate, hopefully its not Blaze. I cringed at the thought. Now that would be a nightmare.

A few minutes later Aaron returned. "Hey," I nodded my head at his greeting. I watched a few drops of sweat slowly dripped down between his eight pack and disappeared..... my eyes met his. He gave me a cheeky smirk  then sat down while I blushed. "Can I ask you a question Aaron?" I got up to get him a drink of water. When I gave it to him he smiled while taking the glass from my hands, "I guess?"

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"How do you be strong?" he stares at the water in his glass before looking at me. "It depends on how you define it."

 I wrinkled my brow in confusion and scratched my nose. "What do you mean?"