Hey everybody! Sorry for the painful but necessary wait for this chapter. First off, I want to just apologize for the really shitty chapter that I gave you guys a while ago, it truly sucked but I don't really have any way of changing it. So please know that chapter 23 was the result of an over-worked fifteen year-old who was writing at three in the morning with an extreme lack of coffee in her system.

Well, my mocks went okay. I wrote over fourteen pages for History, which was all about Ancient Ireland, Middle Ages, Christopher Columbus (no not the director), the Romans, French Revolution and World War 2. I didn't even know I knew so much until I began writing it down paper. I left English early, BIG NO NO! But there was only ten minutes left and I had to pee, so whatever. I probably failed science, but who REALLY cares about the reproductive system of an insect…?

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I have had quite a lot of problems with this chapter, not really sure on what to write, I didn't really have a plan, so I'm going to do what I did for the first like ten chapters of this story, just write whatever pops into my head. So enjoy!

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Chapter 24

Max's POV

They say that if you fall in love with two people at once, then you should choose the second, because if you truly loved the first, you wouldn't have fallen for the second. But I don't believe in this theory on one of the most controversial topics with has been bothering both man and woman since the beginning of time. I believe that love is key. A key into the heart. That is given to many but kept by one.

Fang has my key, and he always will. But he's dented it. Fang bent the key I had given him, and now it doesn't fit into the lock. No matter how much I am in love with him, he can never find his way back into my heart. As much as I love Dylan, my lock cannot be changed. So I'm stuck with a broken heart that can never be mended. I'd rather die a thousand deaths anyway than be with someone for my entire life that I can't fully love back.

I slipped the sparkling diamond ring off my finger and placed it in the middle of the table that was acting as a barrier between Dylan and I. Dylan's hands, resting on the table, clenched tightly then unclenched.

I couldn't raise my head high enough to look him in the eye, my eyes were glued to the little hoop of gold and silver that was lying dead on the table.

"You're making a mistake," Dylan sighed, trying to keep his guard up but his voice was slowly breaking as his breaths got deeper and less controlled.

I shook my head, still staring at the table. "No I'm not,"

"What makes you think that he'll take you back?" Dylan couldn't wait to jab at me, mock me of my once obvious love for Fang, a love that was no longer there.

"I don't want him back," I finally looked Dylan in the eye, in time to see his eyes water. I hadn't felt my own tears begin to surface only noticing them when one began to roll down my cheeks. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it, seeing Dylan so weak and vulnerable, because of me.

"Don't deny it Max, you've been acting like a love-sick puppy ever since he came back," Dylan spat, shoving his chair back with such force it clattered to the ground, I didn't flinch, I sat waiting for him to blow up. Dylan balled his hand in a fist but lightly tapped it against the wall, he was planning his strategy, how to attack, searching for words that will really kill me.

I sat patiently, waiting for Dylan to put up his argument, but it didn't come. We remained in silence for a long time.

"I'm going to check into a motel or something," Dylan decided, pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning on and turned towards the bedroom.

"That's all you have to say?" I demanded, shooting up from my chair and placing both my hands on the edge of the table. Dylan turned to me with tired blue eyes.

"What do you expect me to say Max? The girl I have been in love with for five years has just told that she doesn't love me anymore, that doesn't mean I love you any less, I just know my feelings aren't returned," Dylan shrugged and turned towards the door. That answer was not valid enough for me.

"I just made the hardest decision of my entire life, and all you're going to do is shrug it off, as if it's no big deal?" I couldn't help but raise my voice slightly. This time Dylan turned fully facing me, he, like myself, seemed torn and unsure of what to say or think.

"I'm not going to start screaming in frustration if that's what you expect," Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice sub-consciously rose.

"You mean kinda like what you're doing now?" I asked, a hard edge to my voice. I was livid that he was taking our break-up so lightly.

"Oh, this isn't me screaming Max?" Dylan began to yell. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up to Dylan who was almost a head taller than me.

"Well you seem awfully calm for someone who just got dumped by his fiancé," I know it was harsh, but all rational thinking had gone out the window at this point, I was in full-on battle mode.

"What's your angle Max?" Dylan questioned, his voice had gone from angry to accusing in a split second, yet he still categorised as yelling.

"What exactly were you doing in Paris Dylan?" I asked feeling like I already knew the answer.

"I can't believe this!" Dylan declared throwing his arms in the air out of frustration. "You think I cheated on you?" He asked in disbelief. There was something in his eye, panic. He couldn't hold me eye, he kept glancing down at his feet and out of the window, he couldn't hold my eye for longer a second and even that was too long.

"Get out of my house," I barely whispered. I wasn't surprised that Dylan asked me to repeat what I had said. "Get out of my house!" I screamed at him, fresh tears springing to the surface.

"Gladly," Dylan spat. Dylan pushed past me and slammed the door behind him, not bringing anything with him. An eerie silence flooded the apartment once I was left alone, truly alone. Shakily, my hands rose to my mouth as I let out a sob. I slid down the wall of my apartment my hands covering my face as I cried.

I felt betrayed by one of the few people I had actually trusted. I know I had no right to Dylan's trust, after all I had cheated on him too, but he didn't break-up with me after his affair, he just covered up his tracks and gave me no reason to suspect him. How could I have suspected Dylan of being anything but faithful? I was so distracted and blinded by lust for Fang that I didn't notice that Dylan was doing exactly what I was.

Angel's POV (NOTE: ANGEL IS 17, ARI IS 22, IGNORE ANY OTHER PREVIOUS AGES)

"Do you like blueberries on your pancakes?" Ari's voice floated from the kitchen as I made my way down the stairs. I was wearing his shirt which came down to my mid-thigh, what can I say my boyfriend has incredible pecks.

"My what?" I laughed as I leaned against the door way into the kitchen not expecting to see Ari wearing nothing but the pair of jeans he had been wearing last night, while standing over a stove holding a pan on one hand and a spatula in the other. He hadn't turned to face me yet.

I walked over to him and slid my arms around his waist, stood up on my tip-toes and kissed his shoulder. "I would love some," I whispered in his ear, before slipping away to the fridge to pour a glass of orange juice. "I didn't know you could cook," I sat up on the counter beside the stove so I could watch Ari cook.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Ari winked at me, I couldn't help but blush remembering last night. There was an obvious five year age gap between Ari and I, but when you're in love, age just goes out the window.

"Gaz text me this morning," I told Ari, my brother had left on a business trip yesterday, so I called Ari, not wanting to be alone for the weekend. "He'll be gone until Tuesday," today was Saturday.

"Excellent," Ari smiled, leaning into kiss me on the lips, instantly sparking the fire that always lit whenever I was near him. Our kiss was broken too soon as Ari had to attend to our breakfast, not wanting it to burn.

"I saw the letter from your school," Ari looked up from his pancakes once they had sat at the small dining table for two that was in the corner of the kitchen.

I shrugged. "I've been busy, and I've ditched too many classes to catch up," I stabbed her breakfast with my fork. Ari reached out and placed his hand over mine.

"If I make you a deal, you have to follow through with it," Ari suggested.

"What kind of deal?" I asked, curious but still not liking where this conversation was heading.

"If you graduate senior year, this year, then I promise we'll get our own place, together," Ari smiled at the idea of living with together. I hate only being able to see Ari when my alcoholic brother is out of town or every other Saturday.

"One condition," I decided, nodding her head. Ari raised an eyebrow, asking me to continue. "You have to get a proper job, and keep that job until I finish senior year," I declared. There was another five months left of school, and Ari had never lasted more than six weeks in a proper job where he got a wage and not just odd money.

"You know I can't get a proper job," Ari sighed, referring to that cop that had been sniffing around not so long ago. She had never come back, but we weren't giving the copper any opportunities to find Ari. There were plenty of druggies in town, so if Ari stays of the Grid for a while, them hopefully the police would eventually move on to the next drug group.

"What about your fake ID, you've used it before to get jobs?" I volunteered useless information.

"You know it won't work unless I get a job far out of town, probably out of state," Ari sat back in his chair and sighed. I did the same.

"What are we gonna do?" I sighed in frustration. Both Ari and I were broke, x-drug junkies, with little to no future plans and no qualifications in anything. 'Stupid Gazzy and his rich life,' I thought to myself.

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