Guys - FF net has been acting weird lately. Can you see the chapter before this one? The one called 'Fallen Angel'? Cause I can see it but I didn't get any comments on it and I'm wondering if it's really there...

Please let me know.

The English class was a nightmare.

When fucking Maya in the bathroom, Hawk hadn't spared a single thought to the fact that they went to the same school, not to mention that they shared a class. Maya's bouncing tits and her perfect ass had been the only things in his mind, and Hell, the truth was that the fuckingPplaymate of the Month could have shared a class with Hawk, and he wouldn't have noticed if it was the one where Sky was too.

Note to self - don't fuck and ditch chicks who you have to see next Monday.

Hawk glanced at Maya who sat in the back row, her arms wrapped around her cute, plump body. She looked absolutely miserable, which made Hawk feel like crap. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her cute, pink lips that Hawk had kissed with passion and hunger, were now trembling as if she'd burst into tears any moment.

Hawk had much preferred that mouth when it had been smiling. He fucking hated it when chicks cried - especially when it was his fault.

But he couldn't blame Maya. He had treated her like shit, there was no denying it. She had told him she liked him, and he had lied that he felt the same, just to get her into that bathroom with him, just to see her tits and her ass and to fuck her sweet, tight cunt.

And yeah, it had been fucking awesome. Not as awesome as with Sky, obviously, but good enough. He wasn't really sorry that he had fucked Maya, but—

He was sorry that she had gotten hurt. He should have let her down gently, there had been no need to be so fucking cruel. But he had panicked as Sky had suddenly appeared in front of them, tears in her eyes, and Hawk had thought that she still loved him.

After that, all Hell had broken loose.

Sky.

Letting out a long sigh, Hawk turned his eyes to her. She was sitting in her seat at the table in front of him, wearing an incredibly cute and short pink skirt and a cropped, white hoodie that revealed her slender waist, paired with red ankle-high socks and pink sneakers. She leaned her elbows on the table, her legs were under her chair and she was making notes in her notebook as Ms. Hardinge explained today's assignment. Her hair was undone, it fell to her shoulders and her back in a fountain of flames, so bright against the white of her hoodie, and every time she made the slightest move, the air carried the scent of her hair to Hawk's nostrils, filled his chest with that familiar scent of vanilla and roses, making him light-headed, turning his heart into an ocean of longing.

She hadn't even looked at him when she had walked into this classroom, and it was fucking killing him.

He just wanted a chance to talk. Just to—

To what? Jesus Christ, you broke up weeks ago and she's sleeping with someone else. There isn't much to talk about, is there?

"For today's assignment, let's mix up the pairs a bit, shall we?" came Ms. Hardinge's cheerful voice, and Hawk's eyes snapped up from Sky's ass.

Wait, what?

The teacher started walking around the classroom, dividing people into groups of two or three, and handing out worksheets for every group. Hawk's pulse skyrocketed when he realized how Ms. Hardinge was forming the groups. Instead of working with the person who was sitting next to you, you got to work with the one who was sitting in front or behind you—

"There you go, Eli—" Ms. Hardinge said with a smile and handed him the worksheet. "Sky, turn around and pull your chair here, okay? You've got your copy of Macbeth?"

Sky's shoulders went rigid, and she turned around slowly, gripping the pencil in her fingers so hard that Hawk was scared it would snap.

"Can't I work alone, Ms?" She asked silently.

"Not this time, Sky. Just turn around, okay? Eli needs a partner for this one."

Ms. Hardinge's smile was kind but firm, and Sky didn't protest further, just gave a nod and the teacher moved forward, already arranging the next pair and giving them the instructions.

Hawk felt like everything happened in slow motion. He watched as Sky stiffly and reluctantly gathered her things - her Hello Kitty pencil case, her notebook, Macbeth - then turned her chair around and placed her stuff on Hawk's table, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else in the whole world than here.

"Hi," he said and then cleared his throat. Shit, he was so nervous his foot was tapping the floor under the table with a restless rhythm. He forced himself to stop that, laid his palms on the table, sweaty skin against the cool surface, then drew them off and stuffed his hands in his pockets. They left behind two, sweaty palm prints on the table and he felt like an idiot, his cheeks heated.

"Let's just get this done," Sky sighed and took the worksheet without even looking at him.

"Sky—" he breathed, leaning closer so that they wouldn't be overheard. "Can we talk? About what happened at the party—"

"No."

"Please. I just want to—"

She looked up then, her eyes meeting his, and Hawk forgot what he had been about to say. Her eyes were wide and soft, her pupils dilated and there was something slow, something a bit drowsy about her, and he realized with a jolt that she was high.

Again.

"Are you doing drugs?" He whispered, trying to keep his voice low. "Sky, what the fuck?"

"None of your business."

She kept her eyes on the worksheet, her hand that was gripping the pen rested on top of it. Her response came a bit slower than would have been normal, confirming Hawk's suspicion.

"That's fucking insane," he hissed. "That shit can get you killed! Who's selling it to you?"

"Again, none of your fucking business," Sky's voice had a bit of sharpness now, under that drug-induced calmness. She opened her copy of Macbeth and started leafing through it to find the right pages.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Hawk couldn't stop himself. "I'm just supposed to pretend that you're not high at school—?"

"Can you please say that a bit louder?" Sky hissed, clearly annoyed now. "I'm not sure everyone can hear you."

Shit—

Hawk glanced around and sure enough, the pair working next to them were both looking at Sky and Hawk with arched brows. Hawk gave them a death glare, which made both of them quickly look down and continue working, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

When he turned his eyes back to Sky, she had done the same - writing their names on that stupid worksheet as if she really intended to do that assignment, as if there weren't a million things they needed to talk about.

"Sky—" he tried again, his voice so low no one could overhear them. "I— I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened at the party—"

She didn't even look up.

"You're free to fuck whoever you want to. No need to be sorry."

"What happened with Maya was a mistake," he groaned. "She means nothing to me. I shouldn't have done that."

"Is that somehow supposed to make me feel better?" Sky glanced at Maya, her eyes finally showing some emotion. "That you took advantage of that poor girl? Jesus, Hawk—! You're so fucking out of it and you don't even realize—"

"Well I realize I fucked up and I'm trying to apologize—"

"For what, exactly?" Her voice wasn't soft anymore, it was sharp like broken glass, her lips were trembling. "For the things, you said to me that night? How fucking hard it was to be with me, but oh, at least you got some pussy—"

"That was a lie," he breathed. "I lied. I lied to hurt you. None of that was true."

Her eyes widened, then she looked away, at her hands that rested on the table, her fingers that were still gripping the pen.

"And how am I supposed to believe that?" She asked after a short silence. "After everything you've done, how am I supposed to know what's true and what's not?"

"Look at me, Sky—" he begged and tried to take her hand, but—

She pulled away that hand, shaking her head furiously.

"No. Just— no! Just leave me alone, go fuck Maya for all I care, or some other girl. I don't give a shit anymore."

Her words were a dagger through his heart. The revulsion in them, the loathing, as if Hawk was the lowest of the low, a despicable creature whose mere presence made her disgusted.

As if she had any right to be all holier than thou. She had fucked Cody Bishop, and how was that any different than what Hawk had done with Maya?

"Yeah, you made that pretty clear at the party," he muttered, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweats.

"And what's that supposed to mean? You can fuck other girls, but I can't kiss someone else?"

Hawk scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Right. Because that was all you did."

"Not that it's any of your Damn business, but Cody and I talked about books all night."

"And you're calling me a liar," Hawk snapped, unable to hide his hurt and annoyed tone.

"Because you are!"

"A piece of advice - if you don't want people to know you fuck someone, don't shout out their name so fucking loud when they're banging you."

It was jealousy that made him spit out those bitter words, and he regretted them the moment they had left his lips. Sky's eyes went wide and all color left her cheeks. She looked like he had slapped him.

"Sorry—" he said, his voice breaking. "I didn't mean—"

"So what if I fucked him? You fucked Maya! Are you the only one who is allowed to have some fun? What do you want from me? That I never move on? That I spend the rest of my life fucking miserable and crying my eyes out? You know nothing about me and Cody— You have no fucking idea what's going on between us—! He is— he is helping me!"

Sky wasn't even trying to keep her voice low anymore. Words were flying off her lips like bullets that were meant to hurt and kill, and she looked like she didn't give a shit who heard her.

"He's an asshole!" Hawk groaned. "He doesn't give a shit about you! You deserve better than that!"

"Oh, like a boyfriend who tells the whole school, I'm a whore? Who breaks my best friend's arm? Who tells me he was only with me to get some pussy—" Sky's eyes teared up. "You're fucking unbelievable—!"

She stood up and grabbed her things, her hands shaking as tears started falling down her cheeks.

"Sky, wait—" Hawk tried to reach for her, but she was already rushing away, out of the classroom, not caring about her classmates who stared wide-eyed and some laughed and pointed fingers at her. She ignored everyone, including Ms. Hardinge, who tried to stop her by calling her name.

"What was that about?" Ms. Hardinge said, walking quickly to Hawk's table. "What happened?

"Nothing—" Hawk groaned and picked up his pen, turning his eyes to the worksheet on the table. "Sky wasn't— She wasn't feeling good, I guess. I'll just finish this alone."

He could tell Ms. Hardinge didn't believe him, but he didn't give a shit. He wasn't going to explain their situation to a teacher, much less in front of the whole class. After a while Ms. Hardinge gave up and walked away from him, leaving him staring at the paper in front of him with a blank stare.

He was tapping the table with the pen, the anxiety making it impossible to just sit still.

He had fucking ruined everything. Again. He should have just told Sky that he still loved her, he should have just said that he was sorry about everything and left it at that, he should have given her some time. Instead, he had started accusing her of doing drugs and had acted like a jealous asshole about her and Cody, as if he had any right to be jealous after what he had done—

He let out a silent curse and buried his face in his hands.

Could I be a bigger idiot?

But something Sky had said about Cody kept bothering him. That he was helping her. Helping her how? By banging her against the wall at a party when she was drunk and high?

That didn't seem very helpful to Hawk, but what the fuck did he know? Maybe Sky needed the distraction, maybe she had just been so fucking high that she didn't care who fucked her—

And then the realization hit Hawk like a punch in the face.

It was Cody who was giving the drugs to Sky.