So latley, a lot of things has been going on in my life and school has been pretty much of a d*ck to me. So if felt like I've got to much going on and because of that I'll be putting this story on hiatus after this chapter. Sorry guys!...And april fools~! Hehe sorry about that! I'm just a bit mean and it's the first of April so it's okay to fool people today, moahahahahahaha! XD

Apperently, I sometimes write Trois instead of Toris...Sorry about that! I write too fast sometimes...I think I write Felisk sometimes too...Well whatever you know what I mean!

In this chapter the pov will changes a couple of times. Pov changes will be marked with two horizontal lines and timeskips will be marked with one, ok?(Are there even timeskips? Whatever.)

Warning! There are slight mentions of alcoholism and drug uses in this chapter! If you feel uncomfortable with that, you can skipp it!

Feliks was standing behind the lockers, in the hidden place. In front of him was a mildly annoyed but at the same time concerned Elizabeta.

"Feliks, you have to tell him!"

Feliks frowned and sighed quietly. "I know, I know! It's just...he'll be so mad at me!" If Toris knew about Feliks being Felicia...And they had kissed yesterday!

"Well of course he will! But the sooner you tell him the less mad he'll be!"

Feliks couldn't look her in the eyes. "But I…" He stopped, hesitating.

"Feliks! You have to tell him! You have to tell Toris that you are Felicia!"

Feliks opened his mouth to answer, when he heard something from the corridor. Was someone eavesdropping? He ran out of the hiding place and… Oh, hell no! Not him!

Two pair of green eyes met, one with a slight touch of blue. The most beautiful eyes in the world according to Felik. Toris just stared at Feliks, looking like he was about to pass out, start to cry, throw up or punch someone. That someone most likely being Feliks.

"Toris, I…" Toris turned his back to Feliks and ran.

"TORIS!"

Feliks called his name after him, but Toris had no intentions of stopping. He had no idea where he were going, he just ran and ran. He ran out through the schoolgate not even looking back once. Somehow he ended up in the park. It was almost empty since it was so early, only around nine o'clock. He sat down on a worn out swing and dropped his head in his hands.

What just happened? He knew the answer of that but he refused to accept it. Felicia was Feliks. The girl he was in love with was his male best friend. Why? Why had Feliks tricked him like that? Had he just been playing with his feelings, knowing Toris had fallen for 'Felicia'? Or...could it be...that Feliks had fallen in love with him? He shook his head. That wasn't possible and even if that was the case, it didn't change anything! Toris had been fooled by his best friend and nothing could change that, nor make it right again. Why? Why did he do this to me?

Drop.

"Huh?"

Drop.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, dripping down on his jeans. He hadn't even realised he had been crying. Burying his face in his hands, he began to sob loudly. A drop hit him in the head, then one more and soon the rain was pouring down. Toris still sat there sobbing while the rain made him soaking wet and made the world dark grey.

Toris didn't come to school the next day. Nor the day after that. Feliks sat by his own in the classroom and in the cafeteria. Elizabeta tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. He ignored her and all of his other classmates, who tried to find out what was wrong. After a week of completely silence they left him alone, thinking he would tell them sooner or later. But they were wrong. Feliks had no intention of talking to anyone about it, he just wanted to disappear. He had ruined everything. The person that meant the most to him in the entire world hated him and it was entirely his own fault. Feliks had been acting like an idiot and now he had to pay the prize.

"Feliks?" His father asked him at dinner that night.

"Hm? What is it?"

"Feliks, I...I'm worried about you. You've been acting so strange lately. You're always quiet, you don't laugh. You don't invite friends home like usual, not even Elizabeta. Feliks you don't even go visiting your grandfather!"

"It's nothing."

"Feliks, I'm your father, I know you. And I'm not stupid, I know when something is wrong. I care about you Feliks, that's why I'm asking you this."

The last comment made Feliks filled with anger. He stared at his father with a killing glare and hissed.

"Care about me? My ass! You never cared about me! The only person you ever cared about was my mother!" His spoke higher and higher, soon he would be screaming.

"If you really cared about me, then why did you start drinking? Why did you start with those pills? Why did you force me to pretend to be my mother? You abandoned me, you made me grow up on my own while you were too drunk or high to even notice me! If you had cared about me, you wouldn't have done those things to me! If you had cared about me, you…." He stopped, trying to hold his tears back. "If you had cared about me you would have acted like a real father."

Those words hurt. He could see it in his fathers eyes. And it had hurt saying them too. But he couldn't take them back. It was too late now. Feliks spun around and rushed out of the room.

He stared up in his ceiling. He had no idea for how long he had been staying like this. His mind was empty, he couldn't think. It wasn't until his cat decided to jump up on his stomach, that Toris finally moved.

"Hi there, Honey." The cat purred slightly and rubbed his fluffy face against Toris. The boy sighed.

"What am I supposed to do?" He said, talking to the cat even though it couldn't answer.

"He fooled me, played with my feelings, he…How could he do that to me? We were best friends right?" Still he didn't really feel angry. He felt...sad, broken, fooled and confused. Betrayed. And hurt.

"There are so many emotions floating through me right now." He said to the cat. "Why can't i just...I'm so damn confused!"

He hugged his cat tight, making it hiss at him , before struggling out of the boys grip and walking away.

"So much for your comfort." Toris murmeled.

He suddenly felt the anger come crawling, slowly but growing stronger. All the feelings that had been hiding inside him suddenly burst out all at once. He was angry at Feliks, at his cat, at the girls in the yaoi-club, at his classmates, at the entire world! And somewhere, deep down, he felt an anger towards himself. But right now, he directed his anger to Feliks and his stupid crossdressing. Toris grabbed the cup on his bedside table and threw it straight in the wall. It exploded into thousands of dark green pieces. The books and magazines on his bed soon encountered the same fate, though they didn't break like the cup, they were just really badly injured. Pencils, papers, books, pillows and a couple of more breakable things were all thrown at the floor or in the wall.

The room was in a mess. Toris just stared at it, not really sure what he had done. Slowly he fell to his knees. He sobbed quietly into his hands. A scream tried make it's way up his throat and out, but he held it back. Before long, he lost that battle.

"WHY DID THIS HAPPENED TO ME?"

"Feliks, would you mind staying after the lesson?" The history teacher said, as the class were about to gather their stuff and leave. He nodded in response. The class soon left and Feliks and the only people left. She smiled at him.

"Feliks, I'd like for you to do me a favor. Could you bring Toris this weeks homework, he's been missing out a lot lately?"

Feliks frowned. "You can't ask someone else?"

The pink-dressed girls smiled kindly at him. "I could, but the sooner you two stop fighting and become friends again, the better."

She knows? How?

The teacher chuckled at his expressions, reading them easily. "Please! It's fairly obvious that you two are fighting! He doesn't come to school and you're acting different. I might be a grown-up, but even I notice these kind of things, even if you don't think I do."

Feliks sighed. Something about her made him want to tell her about everything. He really felt like he needed to talk to someone, before he broke down completely. He hesitated for a while before saying. "I don't know what to do…"

"Listen Feliks, I have no idea what happened between you two, but nothing good will come out from not talking to him. You can sort this out Feliks, don't worry. But you have to do something!"

The blonde slowly raised his hand and took the paper his teacher offered him. He left the room without another word. The brunette inside looked after him and shook her head.

"Honestly…" A small, knowing smile began to creep up on her lips.

He stood outside his friend's door. Feliks hesitated before knocking on it.

Someone knocked on his door. He slowly got up from bed and made his way over to the door. He opened it slowly.

"Hello, who…" He stopped.

"Hello Toris…"

"Feliks."

Idk...No really, I have no idea what I just wrote...

Anyone who figured out who the teacher was? If you didn't, here's a clue(or three)...she's asian...has a flower in her hair...wears pink...And you should now :)

I'll try to update once a week, but yeah...school... :'( I'm really trying though!