Robin POV

Did I fuck up?

Yeah, duh. I just threw away the best thing that ever happened to me, no exaggeration. I should go talk to her. She hates me. She must. I'd hate me. I do hate me. Urgh, I can't think straight.

I can't believe I'm so stupid. We could make it, they're only here for a week. We're a strong couple. Aren't we....Weren't we.

This is all my fault.

I'm always the one who fucks up. Blake is so smart. So nice. So beautiful. I don't know what she sees in me. What could she like? I'm a mess.

My door is knocked on slightly more violently then needed, I stop pacing and walk over to the door.

"WHAT?" I shout at the unknown visitor ,

"Damn, what got your knickers in a twist?" Ricardo asks, with a taken back by my out burst,

"What do you what?" I sigh, banging my head on the door frame gently,

"Aww, what's up Robby?" Ricardo asks in a mocking tone, I glare at his smirking face.

I've always hated it when he calls me Robby and he knows it.

"Nothing, what do you want?" I ask frustrated that he's wasting my time,

"I was just checking to see if you were still at your girlfriends house." he smirks, I roll my eyes and go to slam the door but he stops it with his foot,

"What?" I whine, getting more and more tired of him,

"Trouble in paradise?" Ricardo smirks,

"Shut it, Ricky " I growl, dragging out the name he hates so much,

"Aww, what did Blakey baby do?" he asks, I glare at him as he smirks back,

"nosy bugger" I roll my eyes,

"But really, what happened?" he asks, faking worry for my love life, I can read through his bullshit pretty well but your average Joe wouldn't.

For whom it may concern, Mr Ricardo Picadura is a pathological liar and a good one too. Ever since we were children he would manage to convince my Father various thing, all which would end in getting me in deep shit. I used to blame myself for my Father hating me but now I think about it I can blame Ricky  a substance amount too. 

"Nothing. Nothing happened. Bye." I say, closing the door in his face, making sure to lock the door after. I plop down on my bed and sigh, closing my eyes.

Not a minute later the bed dips and I'm shoved off the side of my bed, I open my eyes and glare at Ricky, who is sat cross legged on my bed. He sends me a sly smile and holds up a mangled paper clip, right I forgot he could do that. He was actually the one who opened the pearl casket, for years we were trying to open it but it was impossible, well at least we thought it was. But then Ricky  came along and saved the day, 'Why can't you be more like Ricardo', 'Ricardo isn't a disappointment', bla ba bla bla bla.

"You know you can always vent to me, after all I'm going back to Spain next month" Ricky says, mumbling a little at the end hoping I won't pick up on what he just said,

"Next month?" I ask, a deep glare carved onto face,

"Yeah...-" he scratches the back of his neck, "-About that...-" he says as he draws in a deep breath through his mouth, "- The next boat out doesn't leave till next month.." he reveals, I close my eyes and breath, something that is meant to make me feel less angry but it never works,

"I can't deal with this" I mumble, rubbing my temples as I feel a headache coming on,

"What do you want us to do?-" he laughs slightly, "-It's not like we can make it leave earlier" he adds, making me out to be dumb,

"Just get out of my room" I sigh, not feeling like arguing with him tonight,

"Not until you tell me what's happening between you and Blake." he demands, what harm could it do?

"We broke up." I sigh, feeling horrid just saying it,

"...Wow.-" Ricky says, taken back, "-I thought you guys were really serious." he says,

"We were." I glare, what else would we be, of cause we were serious. Fucking degenerate.

"Why?" he asks, I look at the floor, jaw tensing. I can't tell him it's because I'm the idiot, he'd never let it go,

"We just weren't working" I say shortly,

"Right, well it was lovely talking to you but I'll get out of your hair now. See you later Robby." he says as he gets up and hurrys out.

That's Ricardo for you, he'll stay for the gossip then leave to tell everyone. Hate people like that.

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 People keep staring at me. Mostly people from the De'noir clan who know how close me and Blake are, I mean were. They all give me these sideways glances as if they're expecting me to say something about me and Blake or maybe they want to say something but are to worried I'd have a out burst and send them to the dungeons like Father would when anyone would even think about mentioning my Mother.

I knew I shouldn't of came and had breakfast in the dining hall today, I know Ricardo would spread rumours about me already. They probably heard horribly things, he always does this kind of thing. The worst part of it all no one else notices how much of a dick he really is.

What are peoples problems?

Do they have to stare?

Is it really  necessary?

I can't take this anymore. 

I stand up, my chair pushing out loudly behind me, the stone walls acting as a perfect conductor of sound, amplifying the screech to a almost unbearable volume and echoing it a few times.

My eyes land on a small blonde boy from the De'noir clan, his eyes bore straight into mine, not hiding any judgment. He's disgusted at me. How dear a boy who is under me judge me. I'm his superior. I hate him.

"TAKE HIM TO THE DUNGEONS!" I shout, the boys face clumps up with fear as a chorus of gasps fill the room but no one moves to take him to the dungeons. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? NOW!!" I shout, feeling my anger grow at their disobedience. Snapping out of their daze the guards get to their feet then drag the blubbering boy down to the dungeons.   

Every single face is now trained to the plates in front of them, I look around to make sure on one has the nerve to still judge me. Feeling satisfied that they're no longer looking at me I turn and walk out, each footstep casting a clip clopping affect.

What do I usually do when I feel like this? I ask myself. Oh yeah, I go see Blake but my dumb ass had to go and fuck that up didn't I. Urgh. I'm going to go and see her anyway, she'll know how to make me feel better. She always does.

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"BLAKE!" I shout up to her window for the third time. Is she ignoring me? The few times when I come up through her window she takes no time to throw down the rope for me to climb, even is she's asleep she still only takes a few seconds.

I growl under my breath, knowing I'm not going to get her to let me up anytime soon. I'll have to climb the wall, thank God it's covered in vines.

"....Robin " I hear Blake mumble, I raise a brow and continue to climb closer,        

"Don't think about him, he left you, he doesn't love you, he never loved you. He left you so easily, I wouldn't ever leave you"  a all to familiar Spanish accent mumbles, voice thick with lust. I feel myself get hot with rage as I continue to climb, using my anger as inspiration to actually get to the top, 

"We can't do this."  my baby mumbles as I climb up to the window and peek through, 

Ricardo says nothing in return, just pulls her into a passionate kiss. I watch in rage as he keeps deeping the kiss, wondering when Blake would finally come to her senses and punch him in the face, 

He turns her so that her back is facing the bed then pushes her down onto it. I glare at him as he smirks at her form on the bed, she's mine not his.

He climbs on top of her, while assaulting her lips. The way only I should be allowed to do. Push his off baby.

He pins her hands to the bed with one of his hands while the other pulls her shirt off over her head, revealing her perky breasts covered in a black lace bra, something only my eyes should be allowed to see. Push him off baby.

Their lips smash back together after the single second he disjoined them to rip her top off. His body grinds hers, and that's where I give in. She never pushed him off.

How dare he touch what's mine, after everything I've done for him. If she won't punch him I will.

I'm not going to lie, it feels good to punch the shit into his jaw. 

I'm not going to lie, it feels so bad to see my baby under another man.

For the first time in a long time, I cry.