Hey, guys. Soooo I'M SORRY! This took sooo long to finish... since the last update I had a play, finals, projects, and.. and... x.x

On top of that, I started rping Bel on instagram. x.x Which, by the way: belaruslovesyou -follow her maybe? :)

So, sorry for the wait. Chapter four at your service~

Beep, beep, beep!

I groan as I roll over in my bed, slamming my dark brown wooden side table multiple times before finally shutting off the alarm on my old clock. I push myself up on my palms, my midnight blue comforter sliding down to my waist, leaving my shirtless torso vulnerable to the cold air of my dark bedroom. I stay in this position for a few seconds, then swing my legs over the side of my bed, sighing groggily.

I shuffle slowly to my windows, rubbing my eyes. I take an opaque, black curtain in each hand and fling them open, letting the dim morning sunlight flood my room.

I take a moment and look outside. The trees are bare and plain looking against the white of the early winter sky. I stare at this drab landscape for a few more seconds before turning around and crossing the hardwood floor to my bathroom.

I open the white door and flick on the light, flinching and squinting against the sudden brightness. I turn to my mirror, leaning towards it, putting my weight on the white porcelain sink. It takes a moment for my eyes to register it, but I spot a purple-ish splotch on the top right corner of my forehead. I'm confused for a second until I remember that I had banged my head on the doorway yesterday.

Still staring at my now crinkled-with-worry forehead, I fumble around the surface of the sink for my glasses. I finally manage to locate them and slam them on my face.

Oh, dear God...

The tiny black and blue mark from yesterday has turned into a monstrous purple blotch covering almost half of my forehead. I stare at it in horror. How am I supposed to explain this? Oh, my forehead? Yeah, I was staring at a girl and walked into a doorway. That sounds so lame! Not to mention cliche.

I shake my head and strip out of my boxers, turning on my shower. I lean against the bathroom door as fog fills the small room. Maybe no one will notice... heh. Yeah, right.

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I examine my ruined forehead repeatedly in my rear view mirror. The more I look at that damn bruise, the more I want to stay in the truck. Which, at the time, isn't so bad, since I got to school early. I wanted to get out of the house before my mom got up, so she wouldn't question me.

I sigh and slump back in the old, gray, worn out seat, surveying the gravel parking lot. Not many people are here yet, and there's fewer than ten cars scattered throughout the lot, all of them old and used.

I cross my arms and look out in front of me, at the teacher's lot. There are more cars there, but I could tell at least twenty-five percent of the teachers were still missing. I watch one of the teachers get out of her shiny, newer, black car, dragging some over-sized, colorful bag with her, and walk to the school. She's almost at the doors when she waves at someone and-wait..

That's Natalya she waved at.

Natalya, sitting cross-legged on the bench by the doors, a black bag at her side, all bundled up in a dark blue pea coat and white scarf.

All alone out there in the cold, early winter chill.

I grab my books from the seat next to me, grinning and jumping enthusiastically out of my truck. I slam the door and almost jog over to her, no doubt with a ridiculous, idiotic look on my face.

I stop a few feet in front of her and wave. "H-Hi, Natalya," I grin at her. My grin disappears quickly after I notice her staring at my forehead with a somewhat smug look on her face. What could she possibly be-

Awe, fuck, stupid door!

I feel myself blushing and quickly cover the violet blotch with my hand. "Oh, t-that," I laugh nervously, flustered. "Uh, well, remember y-yesterday when I walked into the door frame? Well, it, uh.. it kinda.. yeah." I stare at the ground, embarrassed.

She starts laughing in a somewhat mean way. "Are you going to tell everyone that I did that to you?" she asks mockingly.

I look at her, a frown reluctantly appearing on my face, which seems to be getting impossibly more red. "I-it wasn't you, though! Why would-"

"Technically, it was me, da," she gets up and walks over to me, standing with her arms crossed, almost ten inches below me. She tilts her head back, looking up at me with a smirk. "After all, I was the one you were staring at, yes?"

I pout and look away from her, crossing my arms like she did. "I wasn't staring," I mumble.

"Oh, really?" she laughs again. Such a pretty sound, even with that tinge of nastiness in it. "What were you doing, then?"

I look at her, an embarrassed, crooked smile appearing on my face. "Watching."

She smirks back at me. "Nyet. Stalking."

"I-I wasn't stalking you!" I almost flail, but an amused, skeptical expression complete with a raised eyebrow on her face makes me stand still. "O-okay, maybe I was, but..."

"Isn't that illegal, stalking?" she asks, taking a step closer to me, that smug look still on her face.

I blush at the closeness-she's less that a foot away from me now. "W-well, I wasn't hardcore stalking you..."

She smirks at me and points at my forehead, almost touching it. "Does it hurt?"

"Y-yes, yes, it do-OW!" I'm interrupted by her poking-no, jabbing-my forehead. Half of me hurts and the other half is in heaven.

She crosses her arms again. "So it does," she laughs.

"A-are you a freaking sadist or something?" I question her. I see other students walking towards the doors and I lower my voice, not wanting anyone to get in on my conversation. Speaking of getting in on the conversation, where is-

"Oh, Alfie! What do we have here?"

Hell.

Gilbert walks up behind me, slamming my back hard with his hand, grinning at me. "What's this?" he asked mockingly.

"Gilby, go away," I snap at him, glaring. He just laughs his annoying laugh and extends his hand out towards Natalya, who is watching us, amused.

"Guten tag. I am Gilbert. And my best friend Alfie here is head over heels in love with you," he says matter-of-factly.

I stare at him, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open. Did he really just-awe, my face. It's hot. Really, really hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

"I can tell," Natalya's smirking and shaking his hand.

What? Am I really such an open book?

... wait. Don't answer that.

Gilbert laughs again and smirks at me. "I'll leave you two love birds alone, yes?" he teases and jogs off through the doors before I can slap him.

I'm left there alone, blushing and annoyed, with Natalya staring at me with a weird, sadistic, amused look. "I-I'm sorry," I mutter, embarrassed and staring at the ground. "Sorry..."

"For what?" she asks mockingly, the look not leaving her face. "For being in love with me?"

I look at her, a little hurt by her tone. She just stares back at me with that damn look. "Sorry," I mutter again, then rush off through the doors.

I'm not sure if I heard right, but I think I heard her say, in a slightly nicer voice, "Don't be."

WHEE~! Sorry it took so long. x.x SORRY SORRY SORRY! I would promise to get the next up faster but I did that before and it still took me forever to get the next chapter up, so I won't do that.

Again, sorry for the wait. Please review and look for chapter five! :)