Backing away, I stared at him in disbelief. "Please tell me this is a joke." He looked away. "Xander, please."

"I-I swear I was gonna tell you."

Scoffing, I replied, "When Xander? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Neph just listen to m-", Cutting him off, I screamed.

"NO! I wouldn't even know that you were sick if you weren't just fucking bleeding a while ago."

"I just wanted to wait until it was the right time," he muttered.

"And when was the right time? When you're on your death bed? First my mom and now you? It seems I have no fucking luck with these stuff, huh."

"I love you Neph and you know that I would never hurt you," he said with tears in his eyes.

"Well you did. You should've told be before you told me you lived me back.

What if something spontaneously happened to you and I was unaware of it?"

At this point tears were streaming down my face. He just made me feel so vulnerable. This is the second time I've cried in a damn month and I haven't cried since my mom died two years ago.

Voice breaking, he stepped towards me, "P-please Neph, I didn't tell you because I t-thought you wouldn't want to be with me. You are the best thing that has happened to me and I d-don't want to lose you."

Stepping backwards, I tried to control the trembling in my voice as I continued to speak. "I'm not like that and you know it, I would have been with you regardless. But now I-I'm not so sure."

His eyes widened. Not even trying to hide his tears, he replied with a cracking voice. "Please Neph, don't do this. I can't imagine my life without you."

With a broken voice, I turned my back to him and replied, "You should've been honest Alexander. I...just give me some time and stay away." And with that being said, I walked into the school, not looking back.

~~~

Today has been absolutely shitty. I was cranky as hell and my friends made sure to stay clear of me even though they didn't know why I was angry. The bell rang for lunch and I wasn't sure if I was going to go to lunch or not. But unfortunately, my belly had already chosen. Why did we have to eat food? Fuck! I was one hundred percent positive that I would see him. Xander and I haven't crossed paths since this morning and I was not looking forward to it.

As I stepped into the cafeteria, the first thing I did was look for Xander. He wasn't there. So why was I sad? Shifting my eyes away, I went and ordered my lunch, a simple turkey sandwich and a bottled water because I wasn't very hungry.

"Neph, over here," someone shouted. Fatima stood up waving me over to the table with a huge grin. Sigh. I guess I have to. Before I could even take a step someone deliberately shoved me, making me drop my sandwich. Somebody's about to get it. First my love life then my food? I fuck with anything except my food. Getting up, I looked at the person with the deadliest glare I could muster up.

"Oops, I guess you should, like, which where you're going."

Great, my day could not get any worse. "Amelia, hi."

Offended, she answered, "It's Amanda, not Amelia."

"Whatever Amoya, you're buying back my lunch." With a shrilly laugh, she responded.

"You're joking right? Accidents definitely happen you know."

Stepping closer to her, I replied angrily, "Well, maybe I'll accidentally land my fist unto your fucking face."

I was so caught up in my anger and didn't even see some dude, which I assume is Aaron, standing beside her. Pushing her aside, he sneered at me. "Hey, you don't get to talk to my girlfriend like that. So shut up because I'm not above hitting a girl, especially one like you." Now we were attracting attention.

Oh no he didn't. Getting all up in his face I spat angrily, "Who the fuck do you think you are that you can talk to me like that? I'll beat your ass so badly daddy's money couldn't fix it."

"You couldn't, because I'm superior to you. Why don't you, I don't know, go pick some cotton or something? Make yourself of use?"

Usually I would just laugh and walk away because I don't waste time on ignorant people, they don't deserve my time. But I already wanted to let out my anger on something. Before I could reply, he put his hand around my throat and slapped me across my face. Head butting him, I wriggled out of his hold.

Without even thinking twice, I roundhouse kicked him the face.

All I could see was red. Straddling his waist, I punched him repeatedly. Amanda tried to get me off of him by pulling my hair but I wasn't having it. Throwing my elbow back, I heard it connect with something, her nose I hoped.

Giving my attention back to Aaron, or rather his face; heard a bone crack, but oh no, I didn't stop there. I didn't stop when I felt my knuckles split, I didn't stop when I heard Ava telling me to.

I stopped when I felt and smelled a very familiar person wrap their hands around my body from behind, caging me completely. "Let me the fuck go, Alexander!" I screamed. Despite my thrashing, he held on to me tighter. When we were locked in an empty classroom, he let me go.

Turning to him I shouted, "I told you to stay away, why did you do that?"

"What did you want to do, kill him? You'd get in trouble, Neph," he argued back.

"Then you should have let me Alexander. We are no longer a couple, so stay out if my life," and the minute I said that he broke down.

"You don't mean that."

"Of course I do or I wouldn't have said it."

"But you said you loved me. You promised you won't hurt me." Clenching my jaw angrily, I replied. "And you said you wouldn't lie, but here we are." I blinked rapidly, not allowing the tears to fall. Technically, he didn't lie; he didn't tell the truth either. Without giving him a chance to continue, I walked out the door.

After patching up my knuckles and my lip at the nurse, I was called to the principals office. Amanda and Aaron were there too. Interlocking his hands on the table, Mr. Lipschitz spoke angrily. "There is a no violence rule at this school, Ms. Micheals."

Laughing coldly, I responded, "Oh, so I'm the only one getting blamed. What about your precious quarterback and his lap dog?"

He looked at Aaron, then at me, sweating heavily. "W-well you broke his nose, and injured Ms. Beaumont's face." Judging by the way he kept glancing at Aaron before he spoke, I'm assuming that the rumour about his dad is funding the school true. And he doesn't want to lose that.

"So are we going to skip the part where he slapped and choked me? Or when he told me that, and I quote, 'I should go pick some cotton'. So we're just gonna ignore that? What a fair principal you are," I scoffed.

"We cannot control his actions, but you can control your reaction. I'm sorry Miss, there us nothing I can d-"

"Bullshit!" I raised my voice.

"Is this what your school stands for? For a while I was starting to look up to this school, I can assure the little respect I had is gone. Screw you, Shit Lips." As I walked out I made eye contact with tweedle dee and tweedle dum. Putting my hand across my throat, I made a slashing movement. Seeing the terrified look on their faces; it was safe to they wouldn't bother me again.

I walked straight to the dorms, into my room and into the shower. Unable the hold it in any more, I slid down to the ground, sobbing my eyes out. I let out everything, my pain, my anger and just sat their under the shower for about twenty minutes. I felt slightly better.

Seeing my fingers become pruney, I got up and actually showered. After, I went into my drawer for something to wear, when I saw a familiar white shirt.

I had invited Xander over for movie night. I had purposefully worn a short shorts and a lace top to tease him. Stretching over Xander to reach for the popcorn, my breast had brushed his hand.

Completely surprised, he accidentally spilled the soda on his shirt. "I-I sorry. L-let me clean that up." Chuckling lightly I whispered, "You are so clumsy. Take your shirt off." He did what I said but not before asking what I'm gonna do with it." Rolling it up, I scored in the laundry basket. Turning to him with a soft smile and running a finger up his chest, I replied, "Well I'm gonna keep baby."

Smiling sadly as I recalled that night, I put it over my head and snuggled with my pillow; wishing it was a certain someone else. That night when I fell asleep, Xander's face was the only thing occupying my dreams.