AUTHOR'S NOTE-

Hey guys, I'm Fighter, and this is my new fanfic. I don't know if there are still any newsies around, but if you are there, please read this and please please review. I want to keep this fandom alive and breathing. This story is a little hard for me to get out and write because unfortunately this first chapter are based on very recent events of my life (I love men) and yeah. I'm rambling. I don't know. I don't own the Newsies. Enjoy

"Please, baby, please just listen to me," Mack groveled, his pleading eyes shining.

"Did you not hear me when I said drop dead?" I remarked back, rolling my eyes. "What's done is done, Mack. Now please, kindly fuck off and never talk to me again. Thanks."

"It was a mistake, Elena. A huge, horrible mistake. It's been eating me up inside, ever since that night. When I went on to Facebook and Instagram and tried to call you and I realized you blocked me from everything- I'm going crazy here, babe. Please just talk to me."

"Mack," I began, acid dripping from my mouth. "I gave you a second chance when you came back two months after breaking up with me. I forgave you when you said you just needed a time apart to clear your head. I got that. But, when I walked into that party, and saw you with your ex- you holding her, and, and kissing her- and I just- I hate you, Mack. I honest to God don't care what happens to you. I gave you a fucking second chance, and if you weren't planning on staying in my life, then why the fuck would you come back in?"

He looked shock, standing there with his blue eyes wide. I guess he had expected me to take him back in the end like I did last time. I think I surprised us both with my response. I was shaking with anger.

"Babe-"

"No, fuck you, Mack. I am not your babe." I turned around from him. "I never will be, ever again."

"Elena, wait!" He shouted, grabbing my wrist. I didn't even miss a beat, I spun around and punched him straight in the nose with the arm he wasn't holding. A satisfying crunch of bone echoed through the air.

I turned away, walked on, and never turned back. It was a short walk from campus to my apartment. The streets were quiet and tree lined. Mack must have followed me all day in order to get me alone after class. Fucking pathetic little creep he was. I sighed, just wanting to move from him. I had blocked him from my life in order to move on, especially after that night. The night when I had walked into his frat's party and saw him with the one girl that hated me most in the world with no cause.

She was a psycho bitch. I was over 800 percent sure that the only reason she was there was because she knew Mack and I were back together. She was a conniving, evil girl and they truly deserved each other. I remember the look of satisfaction on her face when she saw my heart break. And then she had to make it worse by trying to fight me. Like for real, bitch? I didn't fight over toys on the playground as a kid, there was no way I was going to start as a sophomore in college.

I shook my head as I unlocked my apartment and stepped in. My apartment was lonely and sad, a bit like me. I enjoyed being alone, but not in a moment like this. I felt vulnerable and angry and all I really wanted was someone I could confide in, someone I could cry to. But, it looks like it was just me tonight.

I checked the clock, and saw that it was only seven. I sighed, and changed into my running gear- black leggings, white tennis shoes, baggy black shirt, but no phone or iPod. I hooked my apartment key onto my sports bra, and walked outside once more.

I got about three miles away when I started to get paranoid. I kept feeling like there was someone watching me, but it was only me and the traffic of those with evening agendas. I hit the pavement harder as I continued the run. I vaguely remember recognizing Mack's as the driver of the SUV that connected with my body. And then, everything was black.