Yes... I had noticed since I started this, that the Characters are TOO OOC. I'm sorry. I can't really capture their essence. Forgive me. I try but they just don't end up like they should be so I'm sorry if you don't like it, if you want to read the fic and you don't like their OOCness... deal with it. And if you like it the way it is, Thank you. I really appreciate it.
The following day Ivan had noticed, everyone was in a relationship. Katerina had begun to date that Turkish guy- Sadiq. His little sister was starting to look for someone else rather than him; she ended up with Toris. Gilbert and Elizaveta had double-dates with Madeline and Lars.
Everywhere he looked, someone was head over heels for another. Why was life taunting him?
Either way, Ivan walked past the the sea of people which flooded the school hallways after school. Out of the mere corner of his amethyst pupil, he noticed Madeline and Lars.
He noticed they were about to kiss, and out of pure anger, he clenched his fist. Throwing a punch right between them and hitting a the red locker door right beside them, he kept walking. His right fist ached but he dismissed the issue. He'd punch many jaws in his high school career, but metal lockers were a whole different story. Refusing to relax his hand, he just kept on walking.
Meanwhile, Madeline's heart had jumped to her throat at the sudden action. She gasped as she noticed it was Ivan. Rage grew withing her. 'How could he just -that jerk! Who does he think he is? And to think Lars and I almost kissed!' Madeline thought to herself as she glared daggers into Ivan's back.
"Ivan! Come back here!" She yelled after him, only to be ignored. Completely forgetting about Lars, she ran after the speeding boy. "Ivan! Don't you dare keep walking!" She added.
Yet of course this was scandalous. The way she was chasing him down the hallway and only yelling at him. People would only stare. Especially when Madeline had been quiet her whole life, until now- that is.
Ivan decided to slow down and face her. "Yes, milady?" He raised an eyebrow, acting innocent and oblivious to what he had done.
"What the hell Ivan? Why do you have to be such a jerk?" the strawberry blonde hissed in his face.
"Whatever are you talking about, my dear Madeline?" He questioned.
Immediately, Madeline raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "Ivan! Why do you want to ruin everything? My brother is not your enemy anymore, so why do you do this?" She raised her voice.
"Isn't it obvious already, Maddie?" He narrowed his eyes. "Because I think everyone around you knows exactly why I do it. Go ask anyone of them, they'll all have the same answer." He added, Violet eyes burning into Indigo.
Madeline looked around at the quiet hallway. She saw the many faces of her school, whom all looked at her in a sympathetic way. As if she were a lost puppy. Absolutely annoyed, she stormed off- back to Lars, in that matter.
Ivan scoffed and continued to walk to his homeroom, ignoring all the looks he received from the many students. He sighed as he reached his seat and laid his head on the desk. 'God, why'd she have to be so oblivious? Why was she so blind?' he began to question everything. Starting with Madeline and ending in art. He was complicated that way, just making connections with everything in his head.
"Mr. Braginski, the principal needs you." The teacher announced halfway through his lesson. People 'ooh'd and 'aah'd as Ivan made his way out of the classroom.
Finally reaching his destination, he sat in the oh-so familiar brown love seat in the Principal's lovely white office.
After his patient wait, the principal entered her office. "Ivan, Ivan, Ivan." She shook her head, letting her brown curls fly across the air. Her brown eyes looked at Ivan in disappointment. "You dented a locker door this morning, is that correct?" She asked as she sat down at her black leather seat.
"Yes, you are correct." Ivan's platinum blond head nodded.
"What are you to do to pay for it?" The woman in front of him asked. Her hand slid past her hair as she sighed in annoyance. "To thin that only a month ago you were not into any trouble." She added.
"I'm sorry Miss. I'm just real annoyed lately." He honestly answered.
"Why is that?" She looked up at him, for once believing his excuse. In a way, she felt idiotic for doing so.
"The girl I like... she' dating someone else." He sighed.
"Ivan, be a man. Don't let that Green-eyed jealousy take over you. You have to be superior- as awkward as that sounds. Just take deep breaths and remember that life can be cruel, but you can be better." She gave him advice.
Ivan could only nod at the principal. He understood exactly where she was coming from, but he wasn't really used to the idea of the principal giving him advice.
"Anyways, you are dismissed. Just don't dent any other lockers and you'll be just fine, go it Ivan?" The brunette finished.
Ivan stood and said his farewells before heading back to class. On his way there, he stopped by Madeline's locker- the one he had dented and smiled sadly at it. 'Yet people believe I'm the cruel one...' He drifted off.
Drifting back to reality he sighed and continued his way back to class past the many identical red lockers. The hallway seemed so empty without any students. You could even say it looked like a haunted school; abandoned, sad and lonely- just like Ivan's heart at the moment.
Reaching his homeroom, the bell rang and students flooded the hallways, leaving no sign of the abandoned hallways just a few seconds ago. Ivan packed his things and proceeded to join the crowded hallways.
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By the end of the school day, Ivan headed for after school Hockey practice. Since the team did not want to rent the arena, they would play street hockey- that meant roller blades were needed. After the exhausting practice he noticed Madeline packing supplies in the equipment room.
He focused on her hair, it was wavy and parted into two low pig tails as always. Though he also noticed another factor in this picture- she wore the cheerleaders uniform. No way.
Ivan sighed and continued to walk with the nets in hand.
"I see you're a cheerleader now." Ivan spoke.
Madeline jumped in surprise as she believed that no one was there. "Ah.. yes." She nodded, trying her best not to look into Ivan's eyes.
"How's that coming?" He looked her up and down. He didn't like her new look, it just wasn't her. She wasn't that girly girl that she made herself become.
"Good, I guess." She nodded and continued to pack the equipment. Ivan did so as well.
As the both entered the equipment room, the door shut behind them; only succeeding in locking them in.
"Oh maple." Madeline huffed in annoyance trying to open the door. "Is anyone out there? If so, please open the door!" She called.
Crap... They were locked in...