Axel.

I half expected this.

But what I did not expect is him getting this attached. And attached is a light word for how he is acting, but I don't want to presume anything on his behalf.

"Fucking Move!" June Moraine just cursed at another driver. And you know what, never mind about me not presuming shit, he is so in love with her. But from the start, it was fated to turn out like this, Mavis looked like trouble the second she entered that bar. I should have never spoken to her, maybe June wouldn't have gotten involved.

I knew she wouldn't be able to return any of his feelings, she doesn't look like the kind of person who knows how to love, and I know that because she reminds me too much of myself. Always on the defensive, striking hard and rough and going for blood. She has been through some stuff to turn out like this, people weren't kind to her, and now she is just living in a constant survival mode. Therefore no matter how hard June tried, she couldn't reciprocate the feelings, she got too many trust issues to deal with.

June aggressively honked again and took a hard swerve, "Dude, can you calm down?" his head whipped to my side and gave me a long glare before looking back to the road, "tell me to calm down one more time, and you will walk home." I should have taken my car, he is in no mood to be around. I shut my mouth for the rest of the ride, wondering how the hell I am going to get him to forget her.

He doesn't say a word as he strolls to his room and slams his door shut. Jamie walks out of the kitchen and stares between me and where June disappeared. "He is still in his heartbroken phase?" Nodding in response, I throw myself on the couch. "It's not getting better, and it's been a month."

"He will get over it," he responds and sits down next to me. "Like you got over it?" Leave it to Nale to always have the best timing. Jamie sends him a look, "yes, I did get over it."

No, he did not get over his ex. It's been almost four years now, and he still listens to their favorite Taylor Swift album religiously. How do I know that? Jamie is an emotional drunk, he spilled everything the first year we met him. He still loves his ex, he just acts like he doesn't and tries to forget about her by flirting with everything and everyone.

"Fucking your way through college doesn't mean you're over her." Nale is always direct, straight to the point, sometimes he can be a bit cold-hearted but that's just how he is.

He is the least talktive one, but he has been through the most. He doesn't say much about his past, but I know he basically had to raise himself. And I have a lot of respect for him for that, even if we don't get along sometimes.

"This is not about me, It's about June." Jamie argues back. He loves the attention, unless it's about his feelings for his ex-girlfriend. He is a sensitive kid. "Enlighten us then, what do we do to make him forget her?"

"He is not going to forget her," Nale passes each of us a drink, and takes a seat.

"True, Girls like Mavis are unforgettable." Says the guy who says he is over  his ex.

"And so what? We are just going to let him cry himself to sleep for the next year?""

"Probably two or three years,"

"I'm saying its at least five,"

"Nice to see you guys are enjoying this, don't forget to bet." all our heads turn to the sole subject of our conversation. His face was still void of any expression, and the only thing that cross it is a glare or a scowl. It's weird, for all the years I've known him I've never seen him so sad and angry. And I feel like shit because I can't do anything about it. I own June a lot, he is the kind of friend who always sticks by you, even when you are wrong, he stays and tells you to get your act together.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"We are going to a party," he throws me the keys of my car, "and you're driving."

Maybe a party and getting a little drunk would do him some good. It can't go wrong, It's June after all.

He did not get a little drunk, he went full-on alcoholic. I've never seen him drink so much, he even wanted to try weed. June hates any type of drugs, which was weird he liked Mavis since she had her regular dose of pot. But then again, no matter how drunk he is, no matter how many girls tried to hit on him, he didn't spare them a single glance.

He was about to take another shot when I snatched it, "careful," he sent me a look and a lazy smile that looked so off. "I thought you wanted me to forget about her? This is the best way,"

Narrowing my eyes at him, I reply "Clearly it's not working if you are still talking about her," He grabbed the shot back from my hands and gulped it down, "yeah, that's why I need more of this."

He was out of my sight before I could talk him out of this, he is being self-destructive and I don't know how to stop it. I tried to get him to talk about it, but he shut me off before I could even finish my sentence. He doesn't how to deal with these kinds of feelings, and I'm even worst than him. But I won't let him be stupid, that's my thing.

"June," he is ignoring me, but I'm sober and quicker. I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him outside, where the music was less loud and where I could punch the hear break out of him. "Stop this bullshit," His heavy eyes looked bored, as if he expected this, "that's rich coming from you,"

Yeah, I know. And it's exactly why I'm doing this, I don't want him to turn out like me. I would rather have him hit me than let his emotions build up. I know where that could lead. "You're supposed to be the rational one, I didn't think a girl could break you that easily."

His gaze hardens, and he pushes my hand off him and shove me backward. "Have you ever wondered that maybe I don't want to be rational? That I want to be the one punching people?"

He was getting loud. He looked around and saw Jamie, "that maybe I want to be the one drinking my ass off every weekend?" his stare moved to Nale, "that I want to be the one who doesn't get bothered and immerse myself in studying?"

His eyes are back on me, "that maybe for once, I can just destroy myself and have someone save me, because I'm fucking tired of doing the saving."

Fuck. Fucking hell. I run a hand over my hair in frustration and realize that some people are staring at us. "What the fuck are you looking at? Move along." some kept staring until Nale spoke up and told them to fuck off.

He shoves me again, and I stumble back. Feeling stupid for never seeing it, feeling horrible because I always he got it together. I never realized how easy pretending to be okay was for him. All this time, he never said a thing. "June-"

"No." he shook his head, his jaw hard and sharp. "Don't ask me why I didn't tell you. You wouldn't understand, none of you would understand how it's like having to do your best every damned day, just to be loved. Just to be chosen."

"June, let's go home and we can talk about this when you are sober," Jamie tried to approach him, but June just pushed past him. "You don't get to give me a pep talk about sobriety."

He was being harsh, but I don't blame him. He had enough. "Just for tonight, leave me the fuck alone. Let me get wasted until I can barely walk."

He went back inside and we were left dumbfounded, like stupid idiots we were.

"Do you have her number?" I asked Jamie.

"I do."

"Send it to me."

Nale raise an eyebrow. "What are you going to tell her?"

"I will tell her to come fix her man, because he will not listen to anyone but her."