A/N:Here's the next chapter! It's UBER short but it's straight to the point and nonetheless important lol. Now, again, before you go flaming me for "making Enrique out to be the bad guy, keep in mind that I'm not simply trying to make him look bad, I love Enri too! But. . . well, you know how it is. lol.

Disclaimer:I do not own Beyblade or any of the characters or songs in this fic (except Ilenna). In case you don't know; Womanizer is by Brittany Spears and Pretty Girl is by Sugar Cult . . ya know, in case you wanted to look 'em up.


"Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about
That's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head. . ."

Ilenna's heart was breaking as she starred at the bonde on the other side of the room. She refused to cry but it was steadily growing harder and harder as he kept talking.

"I know I said it was just gonna be you, but; well, you know how it is."

Ilenna swallowed hard and clenched her teeth as her anger suddenly over-powered her sadness.

"No!" She all but screamed. "I don't know how it is!"

For the past few months, Ilenna, along with everyone else had been convinced that Enrique had finally found someone to hold his interest and make him settle down; that someone being Ilenna. But now he was standing before her, telling her that all the sweet things he'd said, all the things they'd done and the time they'd spent together, was nothing -- or rather, in his words; 'it was real when it started, but now I'm bored.'

Enrique sighed almost boredly and turned away from the window he was looking out to walk back across the room and stand before her. He made no movement to comfort her or to assure her that things would be alright; he simply stood before her as if narcissistic enough to believe that his mere presence would be sufficient to make her feel better.

"Look, I cared abuot you at the time, I really did, and I meant all the stuff I said and whatever, but now I'm bored and it's time to move on."

It wasn't so much what he was saying that hurt Ilenna so much -- none of that really surprised her as she'd been prepared for it from the beginning -- what hurt the most was the casual way in which Enrique was saying the things he was. The way he spoke was as if he was merely talking about the weather or what he'd been up to that day; none of it really meant anything to him.

"It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love"

"You're such a pig." Ilenna whispered under her breath, her tone sounding much more pained then venomous like she'd meant it to.

Unfazed, the blonde shrugged.

"I guess you have the right to call me that." He said absently. "I really am sorry Ilenna."

Ilenna snorted humorlessly, having the full impression that those words we just as empty and meaningless as the rest.

"Yea, you look like a sympathy card!" She hissed sarcastically, this time succeeding in producing the desired venom. Enrique gave her a lopsided smile at this.

"There's the spunky girl I always loved." He said, reaching out to caress her face. "Still making jokes even at such a serious time."

Ilenna jerked her face away from him with a growl, savage that he'd dared use such an intimate word so loosely and carelessly.

"Who's joking?" She hissed. "Don't make me laugh, Giancarlo! You don't know the meaning of the word!!"

Enrique sighed again and pulled his hand away from her to cross them across his chest instead.

"I'd really hoped we would have remained friends." He said, sounding a little sad now. Ilenna felt her blood boil.

"Gee, ya know, that might have been a possibility if you'd just called this whole thing off sooner instead of CHEATING ON ME!"

Enrique looked thoughtful at this.

"I didn't really cheat on you." He said said absently. "We weren't really together. It's not like we were married or anything."

Either ignoring Ilenna's furrious sputtered protests, or not hearing them, Enrique continued without skipping a beat.

"I mean, what's dating really? You go out with someone, spend time with them, get all mushy and huggy, kissy, then you both get bored and start to fight and all that stuff. So why not just have more then one choice; that way, when things get rough, you can go ahead and move on, without all the ugliness."

Ilenna was fuming now. And this wasn't ugly? Her head was reeling and she couldn't decide if the blonde was ignorant, a total asshole, or just plain stupid.

"You're kidding me right?" She spat in disgust. "My God, Enrique! That's. . that's disgusting!! Do you realize what you're saying?! Do you ever even stop to think about how the things you say and do might affect people?! What the hell is wrong with you!?"

Enrique seemed a little take aback now.

"Was it something I said?" He asked blinking innocently. Ilenna gawked at him.

"Was it something-"

She blinked a few times before finally standing up off the bed and stomping her foot angrily.

"You're are such a total and complete moronic asshole, Enrique!! You know what? The hell with you!! Get the hell outta my apartment!"

Enrique sighed again, this time closing his eyes and shaking his head as if pitying the girl before him.

"The clingy ones are always the toughest." He said wearily, as if talking to himself. Ilenna was furious.

"Clingy?!" She shouted savagely. "Hell no! You CAN NOT call me clingy! Who was the one who-"

Enrique held up one hand while the other looked down at his cell phone. When he lowered both again and stuffed his cell back in his pocket, he looked back up at Ilenna.

"Alright, bebe, I'm goin'. Call me when you're over this and we can have lunch."

He lifted his hand to her face and leaned in, looking ready to kiss her but Ilenna slapped his hand away and gave him a shove in disgust.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She snapped furiously. "Go on then, go meet up with your little whore!"

Again unfazed, Enrique steadied himself and gave her a charming smile.

"Don't worry bebe, it'll only hurt for a while, you'll get over it."

He walked to the door then, and looked over his shoulder as he opened the door.

"Call me!" He said cheerfully, giving her a cheery wave as if he were simply going out with friends, things were normal, and he was not, in fact, leaving her for another blonde bimbo.

"Ciao, bella!"

Ilenna watched as Enrique disappeared, starring at the door for a few moments in a mix of shock and disbelief before finally snapping out of her trance and slowly moving over to the window the blonde had previously been looking out. From there she saw the blonde exit the apartment building into the pouring rain and head to a waiting car in the drive. He smiled charmingly at the person inside and once he got in, Ilenna's heart wrenched as she watched the car drive away, the silhouette of two people kissing displayed through the back window before the car finally disappeared.

"How could I have been so stupid. . ." She choked out breathlessly. "How did I let this happen. . . I should have known. . I did know. . . so how the hell did I let this happen!?"

"She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head"

The petite redhead finally slipped to her knees on the floor of the now depressingly empty apartment and cupped her hands over her face as she sobbed into them for the first time since she was a child.

"It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love"

A sound knock at the door made Ilenna lift her head and sniffle a few times. She didn't look at the door but she tried to make her voice sound as normal as possible as she spoke.

"I'm busy!" She called as calmly as she could muster. "Come back later!"

The door opened anyway and Ilenna looked up, attempting an angry look at the person who dared disturb her. However, the look came across as a lot less frightening then usual and a lot more saddened.

"You're never to busy for hot cocoa and popcor-" Tala's playful smirk immediately dropped from his face as he starred at Ilenna with a mix of shock and concern. Almost instantly, his face contorted in anger.

"Where is he?!" He growled savagely.

Ilenna gave him a totally pained expression and Tala's expression hardened.

"Tala. . " She choked, holding out her arms to him. Instantly Tala shrugged off his soaking wet jacket and let it fall to the floor before hurrying over to her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her tight to him, causing his heart to break as she finally broke down and cried into his chest.

"It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love"

"That disgusting little prat!" Tala growled savagely. "I warned him! I'll kill him for-"

"Don't. ." Ilenna choked, cutting off the rest of the other redhead's sentence. Tala frowned.

"You can't honestly tell me you still feel something for him after this?" He asked in disbelief. Ilenna shook her head.

"A little maybe, but I can't help that." She replied thickly, sniffling again in attempt to control herself. "I just don't want you to get involved in this Tal, I'm a big girl. . . I can handle this myself."

Tala's teeth clenched and his jaw worked for a bit before he finally nodded.

"Fine." He said in defeat. "But just say the word and-"

"I know." She interrupted, grateful beyond words for the sapphire-eyed blader then. "I know you're there Tal. You always were."

Tala leaned down and kissed the top of Ilenna's head, a display of affection he never showed in public or to anyone else.

"And don't forget it." He said softly, reaching up to gently stroke her hair.

"Pretty girl, pretty girl
Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get 'em out of your head."

Tala scooped Ilenna into his arms as her eyes began to droop tiredly, finally having cried herself out as she slowly slipped into a shallow sleep. He stood up and carried her to her bed, rolling the blankets back and laying her down before pulling them back up around her and sitting beside her.

Ilenna's eyelids slowly slid open to half-mast and starred up at Tala as he reached down to affectionately caress her cheek.

"I know it's easy for me to say, Len, and I can't imagine how you feel. . . but try not to let this asshole get to you OK? You deserve so much better."

Ilenna gave the redhead a small smile. She couldn't help but feel the way she did, and Tala was right; being the kind of person he was and not physically being able to feel any more then the limited affection he felt for her and his teammates, he could never imagine how she felt.

"It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he's in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love"

"I know. . " Ilenna whispered softly. "And I know I will do better. . . I just need some time to get over this. . "

Tala frowned, an expression of deep concern on his face.

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

Ilenna shook her head.

"No, I think I'd just like to be alone for a while. . . you understand right?"

Tala nodded.

"Yea, I do." He said simply, reaching up now to brush her hair from her face. He then leaned down to press a whisper of a kiss to her forehead.

"Get some sleep, Len." He said softly. "Call me when you're feeling better. Or if you need me."

Ilenna nodded, and with a gentle squeeze of her hand, Tala stood up, gave her one last small, concerned smile and finally left the room, then the apartment.

When the other redhead was gone, Ilenna frowned deeply and turned over on her side, hugging the pillow beside her and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. This turned out to be a bad idea however as it was the one Enrique used to sleep on and still unfortunately smelled like him. Squeezing her eyes shut didn't help at all as the tears flooded to the silver eyes all over again and leaked out from under the thickly lined lids.

Laying there in the bed all alone for the first time in nearly seven months, Ilenna Rose cried herself to sleep for the first time in her life.

"It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love . . . . "