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Sorry for a late update... My computer is being mean to me... I had to upload this on another laptop :$ I had also started to read Anna Karenina... It's a good book :$

Well I hope you enjoy~ It's not a real good chapter (More like a filler) and yeah... Thanks for your continued support! I love you all!

Ivan stormed out of the house and entered his car. Once he slammed his own car door he looked at the back seat and grabbed a Vodka bottle from under the seat. Opening it, he downed it completely.

Turning on the car he did not wait for the engine to warm up and sped out of there. Right then it had begun to rain- cats and dogs if you will. He dismissed the issue and continued to speed past everything. It was the only way to escape this world, drive away from all his problems.

Ivan couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was it betrayal? Heartbreak? Rejection? Anger? What was it?

Everything just seemed so significant. Every little thing that anyone had ever said or done to him had clustered up and exploded right in his face. Not long ago, he didn't care what people had said, he couldn't give a crap on what people would think or do about him. He knew he was superior to all those who sunk as low as thinking many rude things, yet when Madeline had said such an offensive word, everything had become true.

As he arrived at his house he entered his room where he would down not only one but three more bottles- now he has drunk. Falling back on his bed he threw his pillow across the room only grunting in the process. "Aren't girls only supposed to go through this whole love sick puppy crap?" He mumbled as he fell asleep.

A month had gone by since the fight. Throughout the entire time, Ivan and Madeline no longer talked amongst each other. Of course, this really upset Ivan. He wanted to hear her voice and they only time that would happen was if she would either have the balls to answer a question or if he walked past her in the hallways.

Alfred had begun to talk to Ivan. Not in an intimidating way but more like buddies would talk. It was surprising, really. Yet Ivan only suspected Alfred did this because Lars and Madeline had begun to date. It was honestly the only explanation.

"Ha! You should have seen her face when I scared her like that." Alfred laughed about a prank he had pulled on Alice. He liked her for a while now but never did anything to show it.

"Ah, yes I'm pretty sure that it was funny." Ivan nodded. He didn't think too much of it. To be frank, he didn't really even care the slightest. In no offence, Ivan didn't like Alfred's pranks they were immature, and most of the time, hurtful. But hey, that was just Alfred's being.

Ivan sighed heavily as they began to walk after stopping by Alfred's locker.

"Dude, I don't understand why you're so down. C'mon I know you're like 'Mister Poker face' but smile once in a while." Alfred sounded a bit too concerned.

"Well, not with your sister getting all girly over her new boyfriend." He replied.

"Just get over her dude. She is my sister and all though she quit hockey to spend more time with Lars, it doesn't mean that she became girly." Alfred stated.

"Have you seen what she wears on civvies? Have you caught sight of your sister's clothing?"

"Okay, what my sister wears is not my concern. I don't control her life, got it? I mean, if she wants to wear sluttish clothing then she can."

"Have you noticed she started to hang out with Emilie? I mean Consuelo too. They're both bad influences, Alfred. You should watch out for her."

"Fine, whatever dude. Anyways, I'm hungry bro! Let's go eat!"

Ivan and Alfred became silent and headed for the cafeteria. Sure they hated each other at some point but now, they had become friends. Ivan fancied this because whenever Madeline would decide to dump Lars' sorry arse, Ivan would be on good terms with Alfred and Maddie and him could date. It was a good plan in reality.

As they both sat at the table after buying their lunch they began to talk about sports.

"Guess what? Bruins won against the Leaf 5 to 2. I bet 50 dollars on it and so did Maddie. She had to pay up. I mean, the Leafs aren't that good, right?" Alfred began.

"So she still likes hockey?" Ivan questioned.

"Well 'course she does! Only when she's at home though." Alfred nodded.

"I don't understand why she had to change in front of Lars. It's stupid. Shouldn't he like her for who she is?" Ivan munched on his burger rather viciously.

"Dude! I know you're jelly, but for real, calm your tits." Alfred laughed in return.

Ivan gulped as he saw Lars enter the cafeteria holding Madeline's hand. He didn't deserve her. Ivan was supposed to be the one holding her hand. It was Ivan who was supposed to walk in with her. It was Ivan who could kiss her. It was Ivan.

"Maddie!" Alfred waved his twin over excitedly. "Come!" He added.

Out of the mere corner of her mind, Madeline heard her nickname and so she turned to look at her brother. For a second she smiled until she noticed Ivan. Obeying her brother, she walked over to him hand in hand with Lars.

"Bonjour." She smiled at her brother.

"Sit, sit, sit!" Alfred patted the seat next to him rapidly. He grinned widely and awaited his sister's actions. Of course she sat.

"Since when were the archenemies friends? Mister Commie and Mister Capitalist?" Lars chuckled.

Ivan stiffened. When Alfred said it, it was different, but when Lars had mentioned anything, hell would brake loose. Ivan sighed in utter annoyance. Why did Lars have to be so irritating? In addition, did he smoke? Oh yes! That meant Ivan's beloved Madeline would be second hand smoking.

At the though of Lars and Madeline kissing he shivered. No! Ivan is supposed to be her first kiss. No way in hell was he going to let Lars kiss her. Unless- No! No! No! He was not going to think that!

"Well, we share a common interest." Alfred prompted after practically devouring the rest of his lunch.

"What interest might that be?" Lars questioned as his right eyebrow rose, only succeeding in wrinkling his scar. He had gotten it long ago, really. When he was around twelve. It had been on a bright sunny day as he went to climb a tree- a real tall tree- about 20 feet high. As he reached the top he stood on the branch- a stupidity he would soon regret- and as the branch cracked, he landed flat on the floor. His forehead bleeding and his right arm broken, he walked to his mother with a poker face.

"Ah well, I'm afraid that might be top secret info." Ivan replied in a slight hiss; his eyes narrowing on the boy in front of him.

"Sorry to offend you in any way." Lars replied as he began to eat. He glanced up occasionally glaring daggers at Ivan as Madeline and Alfred talked about history.

Ivan couldn't help but scoff as Lars had mentioned his history grade. His blood began to boil.

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