We had reached the end of the year, our senior year, and we hadn't spoken to each other since the fight. I tried but he would cut me off at every turn and eventually he moved out of our room. He was staying off campus, as if trying his hardest to stay away from me. I cried many nights thinking about what I had done wrong, I couldn't wrap my head around it. Just what had happened that day?

When I asked Craven I was met with the same, he told me to back off and that it was none of my business. It was like I was sent back a few spaces, I though my bond with both of them had somehow gotten better but I was blinded by delusions.

I stopped trying to see Damien and stopped going to his games, why should I try if he won't. I had also heard through rumors he was back with his fiancé, the one he told me he wanted to break things off with. They also talked about how he was getting prepared to start leading the family business after graduation, the mafia they must mean. Damien as always was talk of the school, there was a fight at least four times a week because of him- just like before.

He reverted back to how he was and it made me think, I must've been a fling, a boy romance he wanted to try out. Now I spend my time alone and occasionally with Ramos, but it wasn't the same.

Now we're a week from graduation, and I fear that we won't speak ever again. We'll separate and never see each other- we won't have a reason too. Unless our families have dealings with each other. Even though he said we were taking a break but it's been months now, this isn't just a break.

I was in the classroom, by myself. It was the end of the day, classes were over but I didn't want to go back to my empty room. Nobody was there waiting for me so why bother, I saw them out on the field- the season was already over but they still liked to play practice games. I liked to sit by the window and watch, watch Damien play.

I really liked him. And it sucked this was how it ended up.

Looking at the field I noticed Damien was missing, sometimes he didn't go to practice and just went straight home. I heard someone step into the class room, my head moved to the side to see Damien. We made eye contact but it didn't last as he went to his usual desk; he searched through it, looking for something. He ignored me, he knew I was there but not a word, that pissed me off, even if we weren't together it doesn't mean you can't say hi.

"So are you gonna ignore me till graduation? I get it, you don't want me anymore fine. I was a fling for you to satisfy whatever curious feeling you wanted to fullfill. Was all that crap about when we were younger even true, was that some sort of lie to string me along?" I said to him loudly and he stopped searching and looked at me with those dead cold eyes , eyes he would've never given me before. I was now just another person among many to him- I wasn't special. Again he stayed silent, as if I was talking at a wall.

"Speechless? Fine. I'll just go find somebody else" I said, the last part was out of spite. Just to get a reaction out of him. He stayed resilient, and just stared. We graduated in a week, and this is how we were going to end it- on bad terms.

I grabbed my bag and slugged it over my shoulder, preparing to walk out. I stepped through the door and felt his hand wrap around my wrist. I whipped my head to stare at him in shock.

"You won't." He said with a low tone.

"Won't what?" I asked trying to pull my arm out of his hand.

"You won't find any one but me" he argued back and I stared In shock. What was I missing, did he like me? Did he not like me? He avoids me- says we should take a break- basically a break up but I can't find somebody else? I wanted a reaction but this isn't something that makes sense.

He's giving me hope that he still likes me, but he's made it clear that I'm not who he wants.

"What does it matter to you, your the one who wanted a break!" I retorted and he let go. The flash of guilt crossed his face, and his hands went through his hair.

"It's not like that, I have issues that aren't fixed yet." He said giving me vague information, again keeping me in the dark of things I have a right of knowing.

"If you can't tell me what it is then it doesn't have to do with us. I won't be treated like this not even from you" I muttered sadly, no matter how much I liked Damien I wouldn't sit there and wait like some dog.

"Onyx... please just give me till graduation. I promise I'll make it right." He whispered to me softly and touched my cheek, my eyes widened and my cheeks heated up. I couldn't move his hand away- I was too busy indulging in his touch to fight back.

"When graduation comes, and you don't keep your promise. Just pretend I never existed like you've been doing" I said to him avoid his gaze and move out of his hand. He didn't say anything else and it was a long silence between us before I turned away and continued on.

I hadn't realized the hot tears that fell down till I got to my room. The hope and anticipation that Damien had a real reason for what he was doing but the sad reality was that if he couldn't deliver I might as well graduate and forget about him.

That night I slept- but not for long. I woke up to the creak of my door opening, I must have forgotten to lock it- a habit I found myself doing. I squinted my eyes at the figure as the door shut encasing us in darkness. The hair on my neck raised and I became a bit scared, I couldn't tell who it was.

"Ramos...?" I guessed uneasy and I could hear the footsteps and then the dip in my bed and I sat up right and tried to move away; a hand reached out and touched my chest. I could smell a familiar scent, with how close the person was to me.

"Damien?" I asked in shock and I felt his head rest against my chest and then his full weight fell into my body. Alcohol, that's what I also smelt- had he been drinking?

"Do you think ambushing me while your drunk is gonna help you" I grumbled out my hands on his back trying to pull him off but it did little to nothing. He didn't budge. It was scaring me a little to be honest, like he was in a catatonic state.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he muttered into my chest, I felt pity for him. I couldn't really reject him, I still liked him. I wanted to so badly act like he didn't mean anything but i couldn't.

"For being an ass?" I asked and he shook his head yes, I gave a goofy express in the dark he was acting cute- which wasn't good, we weren't on good terms right now.

"I don't want to be away from you..but I have to figure it out..." he mumbled and I felt his arms encircle me, forcing his hands around my waist. We were in a compromising and close position that I couldnt help but feel embarrassed.

"Just tell me" I demanded and I almost yelled at the lips that pressed against mine. The taste of alcohol was still heavy on his lips, I couldn't see anything so there was no way I could avoid his attack.

I couldn't help but kiss him back, it grew passionate and long as we were both touch starved of each other. It was a breath of relief to touch him again like this. When the kiss finally broke I covered my lips to stop him.

"Stop! If you think this is going to persuade me your wrong" I argued, Damien was an enigma. I just couldn't understand what he was thinking and what his next move was. I hated being stringed along but I just can't hate him. For him to go months ignoring me to sneaking into my room, sometimes he pissed me off thinking he could do what he wanted!

"I know. But I can't help it." He admitted, a master manipulator of my feelings he was.

"Your the one who avoided me" I said angrily.

"I wanted to protect you" he said it instantly, again making me confused.

"From who?"

"From myself "

I didn't understand, his words were very slurred as he nestled into my shoulder. He wasn't making any sense, from himself ? What Danger could he bring me? He might be referring to the mafia but I thought our families were close.

"Why do I need protection from you?" I asked but there was no reply, I shook him and he didn't budge. Soon soft snoring played and I gave a heavy sigh when I figured he had finally passed out. I never expected him to be someone who couldn't hold his liquor.

I stayed there with him and raked my hands through his hair. I couldn't kick him out, so I indulged myself and eventually succumbed to sleep. In truth I didn't want to let this moment slip by- I missed his touch and presence.

When I woke up, he was gone and all there was left was a 'I'm sorry' note on my dresser.

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