~Author's Note~
I am truly sorry about the delay. I finally acquired access to the internet and now I am finally updating this. I am deeply sorry that you all had to wait extra long to read this. Forgive me :$ Please enjoy, thank you.
"Is anyone there? Please open up!" Madeline continued to pound the door. "Please!" She added.
"There's no use; no one's there. I was the last one. Give up already." Ivan sighed. He was already annoyed at Madeline for pounding on the door for the past ten minutes.
"No, Ivan, I won't give up. I want to get out of here. Because, unlike you, I have a life to attend to." Madeline retorted, still facing the door.
Ivan couldn't help but scoff. "Oh really? I don't have a life? What is so important to get to? You can smooch your boyfriend tomorrow."
"Because of you, Lars and I haven't kissed! I haven't had my first because you are a jerk!" She turned to Ivan and narrowed her indigo pupils on him.
"Ah, is that so? Well, if it is my fault, I guess that you have to kiss him outside of school, because I don't want to see your private disgusting fluffy crap. It would be greatly appreciated." He sat down on one of the high jump cushions.
"Ivan, be quiet, please." Madeline rolled her eyes and sat down on the floor. She ran her hand through her long strawberry blond hair in annoyance. "I want to get out." She mumbled.
"I get it! Stop complaining! It's getting on my nerves." Ivan hissed.
"No one asked you for your opinion!"
"And no one asked you to speak!" He shot.
Madeline stood and walked around the rather big equipment closet. She thought of ways to get out. "My phone!" She cheered aloud. Doing so, she took out her phone and tried to dial Alfred's number.
"No signal." They both said; Madeline in an annoyed sigh and Ivan in an ignorant tone.
"Can you keep your comments to yourself?" Ivan stated as he lie back on the cushion.
"I hate you." She sighed. Madeline was getting tired of Ivan's idiocy. She didn't like how he acted ever since Lars had arrived and she frankly didn't care why. All she knew was that he was an arse now, and that was all that mattered.
As soon as Ivan heard the words, he knew that she was telling the truth. He could tell that her tone was not annoyed, nor anger. It was truthfulness of what she felt. It was her true feelings towards him.
"I like you." He whispered in return.
"No Ivan, I really mean it. I hate you." She said.
"I know. I really mean it too. I like you." Ivan repeated.
The room was filled with silence and slight depression. Ivan stayed within his thoughts and Madeline wondered about the room.
"Ivan, if you like me, why do you do this? Why do you act so juvenile against me?" Madeline finally broke the silence.
Ivan laughed at her choice of words. Only she would say such words. "Because I'm jealous, Maddie." He said.
"Jealous? Jealous of what?" She looked at him as he stared at the ceiling.
"Jealous of Lars. Jealous that he gets to hug you whenever he wants. Jealous that you like him and not me. Jealous the he's your boyfriend and not me. Jealous of him." He explained as he sat up.
Madeline blushed slightly and closed her eyes. "I still hate you. There should be no reason to act like that. If you really do like me then you should be happy that I'm happy." As cheesy as it sounded she admitted it.
"Yeah, I know… but I can't take it." Ivan sighed. "Every time I walk by you, you're with him. And you've changed."
"How so?" Madeline raised an eyebrow.
"You quit hockey, you wear revealing clothing, you wear make-up, and you've joined the cheerleading squad. You don't look that different but you have changed." He started.
"Well… I don't think Hockey is ladylike and appealing to boys. The cheerleading squad is for girls." She explained her actions.
"But why do you think that? I love that you love Hockey and I love that to like to hit a puck with a stick as well as be a little defensive about your team. I like that you're a bit tomboyish and I can't see why you have to hide yourself from anyone. If he doesn't like you for you, he doesn't deserve you. I'm not saying I deserve you either, because I know I don't. I'm only saying that you have to act like yourself and not some high end slut." Ivan sat up and looked her in the eyes.
He honestly couldn't and wouldn't understand that, ever. Why did she have to change for someone who wouldn't accept her for who she is? If Ivan would be the only on the other side of her door every single season of the year, why couldn't she choose him? He would never understand.
"Look Madeline, if you really do like hockey then continue it. This is to benefit you not anyone else and I know that if don't go back now you'll regret it. For the rest of your life you'll curse yourself for pleasing others and not yourself." Ivan added.
Madeline looked down at him and walked to where he sat on the cushion then sat next to him. "I love hockey, and if you want, I can rejoin the team." She mumbled.
"Again, Madeline, do it for yourself. If you love hockey, you go for it. Don't do it to please me." Ivan sighed.
Madeline huffed and fell back on the cushion. "I know, I know, I know. I –I –I'm really…ugh. I don't even know. I don't know anything. I'm only and idiotic girl that does nothing good for herself. I'm an idiot, nothing more than that.
"I know that I do everything only to please people and I don't know what I want. Ever since I was young I've always done things to benefit people, not myself. And I know that I need to be selfish every once in a while, but I can't. I can't be selfish. I can't think only on myself because if someone doesn't think about everyone then who's going to care for them?" She covered her eyes with her arm. "I ju–I don't know."
Ivan lay back on the cushion next to her and moved his body in order to face her; she did so in return as well. "Do you want to continue in Hockey?" Ivan asked in a husky whisper –not really meaning it to sound as low as it turned out to be.
Madeline bobbed her blond head.
"Then continue." He added with a faint smile.
A/N
Personally I don't really like this chapter... It's more of a filler. But either way I hope you liked it.