The girls bathroom stank. The odour of urine curled from under the restroom doors, depressingly mixed with deodorant and body odour. The ridiculously rich smell of cheap perfume burnt my nose, as I made my way into the hallway. The hauls were crowded with unfamiliar faces, representing the chaos of a Monday afternoon.

I hugged my books tighter in my arms as my thoughts instantly drifted onto Blake. The little moment we shared Saturday night was something I couldn't get out of my mind. Finding out that he fought illegally not only confirmed the rumours about him but supported the belief that he was completely dangerous. Whether he treated people with respect, whether he cursed or said harmful things, he still had a heart. I was privileged enough to see that, his good side. I've experienced it.
The story behind him consumed my thoughts. I was so fascinated with the idea of figuring him out and I had no idea Why.

The bad boy facade was all an act. I knew that for a fact. He is protecting himself from something; which meant he was hurting inside.

A frown stretched onto my face at the mere thought. Coming to a stop in front of my locker, I shoved my history textbooks in before closing it shut.

Turning on my heel, i froze dead in my tracks. Brandon was at his locker opposite me. His face barely recognisable. Bile began to rise in my throat. My heart twisted with guilt as I stared at him. The memories from Friday night instantly clouded my vision, causing a long shudder to travel down my spine.

I tried not to cringe at how bad he looked. His left eye was severely swollen. The bruise faded purple and yellow down the left side of his face. Gashes of cuts was exposed on his other cheek, along with a busted lip. Basically, he looked like he had walked through hell and back.

"Hey Heaven!" My whole body jerked in the air completely startled by the sound of Caroline's voice.

I turned around, desperately roaming my eyes along the halls in hopes of finding a particular bad boy.

"Where's Blake?" I questioned her. I wanted to confront  him about Brandon. I feel like he went too far.

"Are you okay?" She raised an uneasy eyebrow. I nodded, smiling brightly. "I just really need to speak with him" I muttered softly.

"Tell everyone I'll see them at lunch" I waved, turning on my heel before she could protest. Rounding the corner I began to walk to the one place I knew Blake would be. The back of the school.

Walking out of the building, I shivered as the cool air nipped at my skin. I crossed through the parking lot to the other side where an unintentional sitting area was. It basically consisted of four pieces of large wood that could be used as something to sit on.

My stomach fluttered as soon as I saw him.

Legs apart, he sat on one of the wooden logs with a cigarette hanging between his lips.

My nose immediately scrunched up in disgust. I hated smoking.

Marching up to him, i placed my hands on my hips as soon as I came to a stop in front of him.

Silence.

He wore a bored expression on his face, along with an innocent smirk.

"Yes?" His voice was laced with sarcasm.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"First of all. Get that damn cigarette out of your mouth it's disgusting and second of all. What did you do to Brandon's face?" I snapped.

Wisps of grey smoke danced through the thick, hazy air as he took another puff. I made the stupid choice to inhale in which the smoke filled my lungs. I began to throw a complete coughing fit, glaring daggers in Blake's direction. He did that on purpose!

"Get that thing away from me!" I managed to choke out between coughs.

He ignored my comment, staring at the cigarette between his fingers. It was almost short enough to burn him. With an effort, he leaned forward to crush it out. Slowly tilting his head up, his cold eyes met mine.

He proceeded to stare at me blankly before his eyes narrowed. "First of all" he mimicked me. His voice was firm, deep enough to send shivers down my spine.  "Don't tell me what the fuck to do and second of all" he rolled his eyes, "I did to his face what he deserved?"

I flinched at the harshness of his words but tried my best not to show it.

"You went too far Blake" i couldn't help but argue with him. He scoffed, abruptly standing up in a flash. "Too far? I was going to kill him princess" he clenched his jaw.

My eyes went wide at his words. "Stop talking like that" I folded my arms across my chest. He glared at me before taking a large step my way. "He was going to fucking rape you if he hadn't of changed his mind! Do you honestly expect for him to get away with that?" He spat, eyes swirling with anger.

I looked down. What was I supposed to say to that?

Deep down I guess i knew he was right but just seeing Brandon's face scared me. I still couldn't help but feel guilty even though his intentions for me were not good.

"I'm sorry" I sighed, "I guess I just saw his face and freaked out."

"Well if that's all you came here to say, you can leave" he glared.

I took a step back, gaping at him. My heart sunk in my chest at his tone.

"What?" I whispered. I stared down at my feet, somehow afraid of meeting his gaze.

I thought we were friends?

Not bothering to reply, he turned on his heel before stalking off.

My head snapped up, eyes wide in complete shock.

What the hell?

Anger began to bubble up inside of me as I stared at his retrieving figure.

Hell no.

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" I shouted to him. Expecting him to turn around I was shocked to see his shoulders tense before ignoring me.

so he's ignoring me is he?

"Who do you think you are?!" I began stalking after him now. "Hey I'm talking to you!" I yelled but he just kept walking.

My steps soon transformed into light jogs as I ran after him.

Once I was behind him, I gripped a fist full of his leather jacket, tugging him back with as much force as I could. I was about five seconds away from pulling him towards me but he shrugged my hand off.

"Fuck off"" he roared.

I immediately let go, my hand falling limb by my side. 

My heart twisted in knots, "I thought we were friends" I whispered. He stopped walking but didn't turn around. "What?" he said bluntly.

I clenched my fists in anger.

"Why are you being like this?" I wispered. I was afraid that if i spoke normally, i would burst out crying.

Why was his behaviour affecting me so much?

"I don't want to talk to you." He didn't even give me a chance to reply before he stalked away.

I continued to stare at him hopelessly, until he was out of sight. 

I hugged my arms around myself before dragging my feet along the sidewalk. 

I let out a bitter laugh.

He was so obsessed with the idea of pushing people away! That's why he had no other friends because he was too damn stubborn to let anyone in.

He had no right to treat me the way he did but for some stupid reason, I couldn't find it in me to be mad at him, because i knew what he was feeling. I knew how it felt pushing friends away. I had been doing it my whole life. My reasons behind my actions was different to his though. I was afraid of getting too attached and having to say goodbye. But him, he pushed people away as if to refrain himself from opening up to them. From letting anyone in. But what was he so afraid of?

Seeing him now so cold and heartless like how I first met him, made my heart ache knowing that he was pushing me away. I didn't want him to treat me like everybody else. If he let me in then maybe I could understand his reasons for acting this way towards people.

I locked my eyes on the school building, determination soaring through my veins.

Well I wasn't going to let him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Blake's P.O.V

"Fuck" I gritted under my breath.

What was so special about her? Why did she make me feel fucking guilty. I never feel guilty. Ever.
But for some fucked up reason, all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and tell her that I was sorry for being such a dick.

I kicked a rock that was at my feet, watching it bounce down the sidewalk and into the gutter.

All I could think about was her.

I shifted forward, pulling another cigarette out of my pocket before placing it between my lips. Lighting it, I took it away from my lips, watching the smoke escape my mouth. Sucking the smoke deeper into my lungs, I glared ahead of me, distracting myself from her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Alec said while walking back up to me. I ignored him.

"You must really like her" Alec whistled lowly, before sitting down beside me.

My jaw clenched at his comment, my grasp around the cigarette tightened.

"never say that again" I hissed. If this was his idea of comforting me, it sure as fuck wasn't working.

My left eye twitched.

I pulled the cigarette back onto my lips, taking another drag.

"Blake you only smoke when you're stressed and you haven't smoked in mouths." I could feel his eyes burning at the side of my face.

I threw my dart on the floor, crushing it with the heel of my shoe.

"I don't have feelings for Heaven" I finally met his gaze.

Alec scoffed. "Stop acting like a stubborn prick and admit that you like her".

My left eye twitched again. "No"

He sighed, "Blake she's not a slut. She's a genuinely beautiful girl inside and out. If you just let her in, she will be good for you"

I swiftly stood up, before stalking off.

"Stop talking"

I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to let her in, not after what happened last time.

"So you wouldn't mind if I had her then?" His comment stopped me.

I cracked my neck to the side, bawling my hands into fists.

"I wouldn't care" I snapped. My jaw worked as images of the two of them clouded my vision.

Raw anger hissed through my body at the thought. They'd make a fucking shit couple.

"Okay good cause those legs man, fuck the things I would do to her" he groaned.

My eyes flashed, and in a matter of seconds I had him pushed up against the wall by his throat.

I could feel the vein in my neck bulged, the fuming heat from my body only adding to my rath.

"Friend or not, I will not hestate to beat the shit out of you if you lay one fucking hand on her body." I growled.

Alec smirked,"My job here is done" He said while patting my cheek.

I let go of him in a flash, my eyes widening in horror at what I had just done.

"Fuck" I cursed.