AN: Surprise! I honestly had little to no intention of ever finishing this one, but, well, here we are.

This story is based on the music video for this song.

BTW, I know nothing about motorcycle racing lol, so if any of this is wrong or unrealistic, oops.

Aubrey Posen scowled as she spotted her arrogant asshole of an ex-boyfriend, Jesse Swanson.

He was just standing in the middle of his entourage of buddies by his motocross bike and letting them boost his already overinflated ego.

"What a fucking dick," the blonde woman thought, watching him bask in all of his conceited glory, "How did I ever fall for him and his stupid act? How did two of us ever fall for it?"

"Babe," she heard a voice sound from behind her and felt a gentle hand come to rest onto the small of her back.

Aubrey turned to find her girlfriend, Stacie Conrad, giving her a sympathetic smile, which she gratefully returned.

She'd started dating this gorgeous, intelligent, amazing, model-like brunette approximately two months after dumping Jesse's dumb ass. She was three years younger than the blonde, but about three inches taller than her. She made Aubrey feel like she finally understood what true love was and the blonde was incredibly thankful for her.

"Look, I know he's partly the reason why you're here," Stacie said to her girlfriend, "But when you get out there, just ignore him and focus on kicking ass like I know you can."

"Thank you so much for coming with me, baby," Aubrey said, hugging the younger woman and giving her a quick peck on the lips, "I really appreciate it. And I could use the support."

"I'll always be here for you, Aubs," the tall brunette replied with such sincerity in her voice that it melted her girlfriend's heart, "Okay, I'm gonna go, let you get ready. Good luck, not that I think you'll need it. I love you!"

"I love you too!" the blonde returned as she started to prepare herself for her race against her ex.

She crouched down to check the inner mechanisms of her motorcycle, making sure everything was working correctly. When she straightened back up, however, she was struck with such a sudden burst of surprise that she nearly fell right back down.

Over between two sets of bleachers in black leather, motorcycle pants and a French-tucked, plain, white t-shirt was Beca Mitchell, a very petite brunette and a fellow fierce rider. She was also a part of the reason why Aubrey had broken up with Jesse.

She was simply standing there, watching the crowd in the bleachers cheer wildly as Jesse hyped them up for himself, her arms crossed and a hard expression on her face.

Aubrey rolled her eyes at the soon-to-be-dethroned undefeated champ and she could tell that the other girl was resisting the urge to do the same.

Instead, Beca simply turned towards her truck and started to put a black hoodie and her gear on. She then unloaded her motorcycle and started walking it into the pit.

The blonde couldn't help but respect how focused she was. She was doing a much better job at not letting Jesse bother her than she was.

Or at least, making it seem like he wasn't.

She also couldn't help but find it a bit funny, seeing such a tiny person owning such a big truck and moving around it so easily and fluidly. She stood at only a mere 5'2".

Nevertheless, Beca Mitchell's skills were never to be underestimated, despite her small stature.

The only way that Aubrey could think of to describe her was a motorcycle ninja. She'd never raced her before, but Aubrey had heard and even once seen that on the track, Beca could come out of seemingly nowhere and then in the blink of an eye, she'd be disappearing in front of her competitors, leaving them in a cloud of her dust.

And to add to that title, as mentioned earlier, she expertly maintained a laser focused state throughout the entire competition, on and off the bike. She very rarely exposed any worry nor arrogance, even if it was obvious that she was either struggling or her win was inevitable (it was usually the latter situation).

Off the track, she was known to be incredibly humble and politely and warmly interacted with as many of her fans as she could.

However, once an event was over and she was gone for the night, she truly disappeared and almost no one, especially none of her upcoming competitors, would see her until her next race.

It was almost like she went into hiding, trained, then showed up to races and dominated all. It actually wouldn't surprise anyone if that was exactly what she did, considering just how talented yet elusive and mysterious she was.

So yeah, Aubrey had tons of respect for Beca and she was impressed by the younger motorcyclist, don't get her wrong.

However, with the history that they both had with Jesse and consequently each other, they'd never interacted more than once and the talking—or rather, shouting in her case—during that encounter had solely been directed towards their ex.

All dressed in only black and red gear, a stark contrast to Aubrey's own white jumpsuit with orange and yellow lining and her last name embroidered on the back, Beca stopped and set herself up a couple of feet away from the blonde.

If she noticed the taller girl and whether or not her presence surprised her too, it didn't show. There was not a single chip in her calm persona.

Turning her attention back to her own pre-race preparations, Aubrey gathered all of her blonde locks to the back of her head, about to tie it into a ponytail, when she was interrupted by a hand on her upper arm.

Jesse.

"Hey," he said, his voice tense and his eyes shifting a bit anxiously between herself and, if she had to guess, Beca, "Can we talk please?"

"What's there to talk about?" the blonde curtly responded, pulling her arm out of his grasp and then crossing them both over her chest.

She could literally feel her girlfriend's confused and worried gaze on the side of her head from where she sat in the first level of the bleachers.

If she wasn't so busy being annoyed by Jesse, she'd be swooning over how sweet, attentive, and protective Stacie was (she was doing it internally nevertheless).

"Why are you two here?" Jesse questioned, his nervousness as clear as day, "Is this some kind of…petty revenge thing? Because, look, I already told you guys that I'm sorry and I honestly meant it, but this is a pretty important race for me and I can't deal with any drama like this right now."

Aubrey gave him a look of disbelief.

How could someone be so self-centred?

"Oh my god, Swanson. You are unbelievable," Aubrey scoffed, "Did it not occur to you that maybe we're both here because we're also two really good racers? Or did you forget that with the blinding fog your ego casts over your entire, barely existent brain?

"Jesus Christ, Jesse, not everything is about you. Especially not for either of us nowadays."

"No, I know you're both racers too," the brown-haired man replied, frustrated, "But I'm just saying that if this is your way of getting back at me or of messing me up, then I'd really appreciate it if you'd just do the sportsmanlike thing and not."

"Wow, Swanson," a new voice joined the conversation with a dry tone, "You honestly think we're that childish and petty? That we have so little integrity as people and racers? That you're that much of a threat to either of us?

"Nah, I'm sure Posen over here is just here for the win, just like you and me and your friends over there."

Beca spoke as she approached the two, having heard her ex's ridiculous theory.

When it came to racing, she was always just there to race. Never more, never less. She wasn't that kind of competitor and she never would be.

"Yeah, Jesse," Aubrey added, "We're just here to end your precious winning streak and to defend our own, just like every other racer here.

"So, if you could just let me get back to getting ready to kick your sorry ass, that'd be much appreciated, thank you very much."

Jesse threw his hands up in defeat and walked away. He made his way back to his posse and his motorcycle. He started to check it over when his best friend, Donald, placed a hand onto his shoulder.

"Yo, bro, aren't those the two girls you tried dating at the same time?" the tanner boy asked, eyeing Beca and Aubrey.

"I don't wanna talk about it, man! I just wanna get ready for my race!" the brown-haired man snapped as he ignored his entire posse in favour of doing his pre-race preparation.

Donald raised his hands in surrender and let his friend be, knowing that that was still a sore subject.

Meanwhile, two of Jesse's other friends, Bumper Allen and Tom Stewart, who didn't quite get the hint, continued the conversation nevertheless.

"Yeah, Don. Leave Jess alone and let him focus and get ready to kick some sorry, little girls' asses," Tom told the other boy, "I mean, shouldn't be hard for our man. Just look at the little one! Can she even stand up on her big-girl bike?"

"Right? And blondie over there looks like she'd flip shit if she got a single speck of dirt on her nice and shiny, clean uniform," Bumper added to the mockery, "They're no racers. Not real ones like Jesse."

"Hey, guys. Come on," Donald tried to defend the two female racers, "I've seen them both race and they're pretty wicked too."

Jesse was his best friend and he would always be his biggest fan, but that didn't mean that they had to discredit others, especially such excellent racers as Beca and Aubrey.

"See, that's your problem, Don. That's why you didn't place. That's why you're not out there racing tonight with us big boys," Bumper pointed out, jabbing his index finger a bit harshly into Donald's chest as he spoke to emphasize his words, "Out there on that track, you gotta think with your head, man, not that useless thing in your chest. Or else you'll never get on our level, bro, let alone Jesse's."

"Well, that's a little extreme, don't you guys think?" Donald retorted, trying to push down the sudden unease he felt at just how much Bumper and Tom seemed to believe that, "Right, Jess? Jess, am I right? Jesse?"

But there was no response.

He was certainly listening, or at least somewhat. That meant that the boy was choosing either to continue to ignore them or just not offer his own thoughts on the matter, which Donald knew for sure were not the same as Bumper and Tom's.

"See, man?" Tom said, "He knows it and we do too. You're the one who doesn't get it. You do what you gotta do to get the gold, Don. Always."

The duo then made their ways to their own bikes to start preparing for the race too.

"Always, huh?" Donald muttered as he watched the two with a hint of suspicion.

All the while, Beca and Aubrey had been having their own little interaction too.

"Hey. Aubrey, right?" the shorter of the two asked the taller one, who nodded, "I just wanted to say good luck and I really hope there are no hard feelings between us. If I'd known he was already in a relationship, I never would've gone out with him. Especially now that I know how much of a dick he can be."

Well, that certainly surprised Aubrey. She hadn't been expecting Beca to be so…decent.

"Uh, yeah, no. It's fine, Beca," Aubrey responded sincerely, "I actually thought I was the one who got into a relationship with someone who was already taken. Guess he played us both.

"But you know what? That doesn't even matter to me anymore. Really, it's all good because I have an amazing girlfriend now and I wouldn't trade her for the world."

"No way. Dude, I have an awesome girlfriend now too," the small brunette said in a much more conversational tone, "Her name's Chloe and…I honestly don't know what I'd do without her.

"Is yours here right now?"

"Yeah. Stacie. Right over there," the taller girl replied, pointing towards her girlfriend standing at the fence.

Stacie was still looking at her with a concerned and questioning expression, having watched the entire interaction between the trio but without a clue as to what it was about.

Aubrey responded with a reassuring smile and nod, letting her know that she was okay because she honestly was.

Beca seemed like a genuinely nice person and she felt as if they had no history with each other nor Jesse and that they were just normal, fellow friendly racers.

"Is Chloe here too?" the blonde asked.

"Nah," the small brunette answered, shaking her head lightly, "She really wishes she could, but it's her sister's birthday today, so she's either coming later or we're gonna meet up afterwards."

"That's too bad," Aubrey was able to say just before the warning horn went off that meant two minutes before the race started, "Well, we'd better get back to it.

"Good luck to you too and…thanks for coming over. I really appreciate you helping me stick it to Jesse. Maybe we could actually hang out sometime or something."

"Yeah, no problem. And…that actually sounds pretty cool. I'd like that," Beca sincerely responded, "Uh, well…I'll see you later and good luck. Again."

"Thanks," the taller woman replied, "See you, Beca."

She was happily surprised by how well they got along, despite how they'd met, and she genuinely did want to hang out with Beca and get to know the real her.

For now, however, she had to get back into the zone. She needed to focus on winning the race, beating Jesse, and maybe deflating his ego a little by breaking his streak.

Aubrey finished tying her hair back and glanced back at her girlfriend one last time. They exchanged loving smiles before she pushed her bike towards the starting line.

There were only four other racers, including the two brunettes she'd spoken to earlier. The other two were some members of her ex's entourage, Bumper and Tom, Aubrey believed were their names. They didn't really matter to her though. They weren't even near the other three's levels. Her real challenges were going to be Beca and Jesse.

Each racer fastened their helmets and revved their engines, getting ready for the countdown.

Bumper gave Aubrey a lame head-nod and flirty fingers, blatantly displaying his ridiculous misogyny, to which she rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Meanwhile, Jesse looked over at Beca, still clearly displeased that not only one of his exes but both of them were there. He tried meeting her eyes through her helmet visor to get an idea of what was going on inside her head.

However, the tiniest racer barely even spared any of them a glance in favour of keeping her eyes locked on the dirt track laid out before her.

The five bikers prepared themselves and right at the sound of the horn, they all immediately took off in a cloud of dust, Jesse, Aubrey, and Beca leading with the other two close behind.

The blonde's heart jumped in excitement as always when she felt her motorcycle shoot forward. Her lip quirked upwards under her helmet at her great start, not letting the fact that her two biggest competitors had one as well bring her down.

Jesse was in between the two girls (ironic), Beca on the outside and Aubrey on the inside.

Was this planned? Were they ganging up on him? Had they lied? Were they actually here to get back at him?

Unfortunately for him, the slight panic got to his head and he subconsciously lessened his acceleration. This allowed the pair to pull in front of him, forcing him back even more until he was at least two foot behind them.

The crowd booed loudly.

They were teaming up against him!

All of that talk from before was absolute bullshit! They'd used Beca's unbreakable game face and Aubrey's careful wording to throw him off of their track! And now they were going to ruin his undefeated reputation twofold!

No way! Not if he had a say in it!

Jesse revved his engine loudly, satisfied when he seemingly caught the girls' attention. He then began to accelerate, coming even closer to them.

One foot.

Half a foot.

Four inches.

Two.

"Shit!" Aubrey swore out loud at the same time that Beca mentally yelled, "What the fuck?"

The blonde and small brunette were forced to make space for him to come back between them in order to avoid a collision because their ex just wasn't stopping, no matter how dangerously close he got.

Jesse reclaimed his spot amongst the duo.

The crowd cheered, which spurred him on.

The brown-haired boy forced his bike to accelerate even more, slowly yet surely inching forward until he was in front of the girls.

Ha! That'll show them!

Now, he just had to get closer to the inner side of the track and—no!

Beca must've anticipated his next move as she instantly accelerated as well and replaced him as the biker in the middle, essentially cutting Jesse off and forcing him on the outside, the disadvantageous side.

"Damn. I was really right about the ninja comparison," Aubrey couldn't help but think as she watched the action through the corner of her eye.

Though she liked Beca now, she was not willing to lose either, so she also accelerated and the three of them were once again more or less tied.

They'd all done several laps at this point, but this was the first time they came even close to the other two competitors. Only it wasn't because they were slowing down, it was because they were speeding up so much that they were about to lap Bumper and Tom.

The leading trio separated a bit for seemingly the first time since the beginning of the race, preparing to pass the trailing pair.

Aubrey was coming up behind Bumper, while Beca and Jesse were coming up on either side of Tom, the latter still on the outside, when the undefeated boy noticed something unusual.

Tom seemed to be slowly and subtly getting closer to Beca, gradually forcing her away from him.

Was he trying to help Jesse get closer to the inside of the track?

Because if so, that was basically cheating and that wasn't how Jesse Swanson raced! He always won fair and square and solo!

What in the hell were those guys thinking?

All of a sudden, Bumper's bike slowed down right in front of Aubrey and her ex swore he might've seen a foot stealthily kick out at Beca's bike.

"FUCK!" both girls probably yelled out loud, not that anyone could see their mouths or hear their shouts over all of the noise.

They didn't care though as they were a lot more focussed on the fact that the taller girl was forced to suddenly and jerkily slow down in order to avoid a collision with Bumper in front of her, while the shorter one's bike was shoved from the side and began turning and tipping over.

It all happened so fast. Beca lost balance and her bike toppled over right into Aubrey and her bike, causing both girls to crash. The former's front wheel bumped into the latter's, causing the blonde's motorcycle to swing, which shoved the brunette's the same way.

Beca and her bike fell completely onto its side and skidded a couple yards, with her still on it, while Aubrey's bike essentially tripped over the other and she and her bike were sent flying and tumbling further.

Jesse immediately began slowing down as he watched the violent collision in shock, distantly hearing the crowd's collective gasp and a horrified scream of Aubrey's name over it all.

There was a cloud of dust so thick surrounding the two downed racers that he couldn't make them out, but by the sounds of it, it was pretty bad.

"SOMEONE, CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!" Jesse heard Donald's voice yell as he finally came to a stop and watched his best friend and other non-competing bikers, plus a very tall and attractive brunette girl rush towards the crash.

"Holy shit," the brown-haired boy muttered.

He felt a powerful wave of nausea hit him and he knew that that feeling wouldn't get any better if he saw beyond the dirt cloud.

Clumsily, Jesse clambered off of his bike, carelessly and uncharacteristically allowing it to fall, and stumbled towards the small bathroom building a couple yards away from the track. He shoved the door open, ripping his helmet off and dropping it onto the floor behind him, incredibly thankful that the place was completely empty.

It was absolutely disgusting and pretty rundown, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He was just glad to be alone and have a minute to breathe and recollect himself.

Unfortunately for him, that didn't last very long.

"Dude, what the fuck? Why didn't you finish the race? You were so close!" Bumper demanded as he and Tom entered the bathroom right after him, "There was no way you weren't gonna win, especially now."

Jesse stared at his friends in disbelief and demanded, pointing towards the door, "So, you did do that on purpose?"

"Duh. Isn't that what you wanted? You signalled us to do something when you got back in between them earlier in the race, right?" Bumper said, while Tom just nodded.

"Get out," the undefeated racer ordered darkly.

"What?" the slightly bigger boy asked.

"GET! OUT!" Jesse yelled this time.

"What the fuck, dude?" Bumper shouted back, "We almost got into a serious crash for you. We did that for you!"

"I DIDN'T FUCKING ASK YOU TO! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!" the racing champion screamed again, face red as he slammed his hand against the wall beside him, shocking and slightly frightening his former friends.

"OKAY! FINE!" the shorter of the other two boys fired back, "Fucking ungrateful. Didn't realize you were such a pussy."

"We're so done with you, Swanson," Tom declared with a scoff, before the duo left in a huff.

Jesse's chest heaved from his fit. He then practically threw himself into one of the stalls, emptying his stomach's contents into the dirty toilet.

"What the fuck have I caused?"

Jesse had stayed in the disgusting bathroom, not having the courage to walk back out and face all of those people who still thought he was the greatest dirt bike racer ever when he knew what he was responsible for.

Over about half an hour later, the door opened again and the young man looked up from his seated position on the ground, ready to tell the person off.

Only it was his best friend.

"Don, what happened?" the undefeated biker immediately questioned, pushing himself up onto his feet.

"Well, you'd know if you were man enough to go back out there and help with that shitshow, facing what you idiots did head-on," Donald bluntly stated, arms crossed.

"Look, Don, I feel bad and I'm sorry," Jesse admitted, trying to ease the obvious disappointment that his friend was feeling for him, "But I just couldn't go back. I couldn't bring myself to see—"

"What Bumper and Tom did to Beca and Aubrey for you?" the tanner boy assumed.

"I—"

"Didn't ask them to do it?" Donald cut him off again, "That doesn't matter, man. They still did it because they thought you wanted that. That's your fault, bro. You let them think that you'd want that, on purpose or not. You should've said something before the race when they were being all shady about doing whatever it takes to win."

"That's not fair. It was pre-race. I was barely paying attention to that conversation. I would've if I had been though, swear," the champion racer defended himself, making the other man scoff, "Okay, well, do people know that I didn't mean for this to happen?"

"Bro, are you fucking serious right now?" Donald yelled at his best friend, "This isn't about you and your goddamn reputation as a fair winner! Two people just got rushed to the fucking hospital because of you and there was no way to tell if they're even gonna survive!

"One of them, her girlfriend was a fucking wreck, man! She had to sit there and watch the person she loves get critically hurt and then go over and find her all mangled, something you didn't even have the fucking guts or honour to do!

"They're both in really rough shape, by the way, not that you asked.

"And apparently, Beca's girlfriend was basically having a panic attack over the phone with Aubrey's, who shouldn't have even needed to be the one to have to make that call. That should've been you, which was the least you could've done.

"Actually, no! None of this should've even happened, but it did. Because of you.

"I mean, come on, man, is this really the kind of role model you wanna be?"

Jesse was silent as he hung his head in shame for a moment, before practically whispering, "I didn't want this, Donald. Any of it. I swear."

Donald sighed and shrugged, saying, "Yeah, I know you didn't, Jess, but that doesn't matter anymore, man. Now, you've gotta think of a way to try to make up for it."

And with that, he stormed back out of the bathroom, leaving Jesse feeling even worse than before.

Jesse inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, gripping the steering wheel of his truck tightly.

"You can do this. You can do this. Come on. You have to do this. Just get out and walk in there like a man. Come on!"

Slowly opening his eyes back up, Jesse exhaled, then proceeded to climb out of his vehicle. He walked up to the receptionists' desk, periodically wiping his sweaty hands on his pants, and asked, "H-hello. I'm wondering—uh, I mean, I'm looking for—I mean…two women were just brought in here, I believe. Rebecca Mitchell and Aubrey Posen."

The receptionist raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"I-I'm a…friend," Jesse elaborated nervously, "I was…at the motorcycle race with them when they got hurt and I-I just…I just wanna know if they're okay. Please."

The receptionist regarded the young man carefully, before tapping on her keyboard a few times and finally telling him, "They're both on the third floor. You'll have to check and sign in at the desk there."

Jesse thanked the woman and rode the elevator up to the indicated level. He walked up to the receptionists' desk there as well, but before he could say anything to them, someone called out his name.

"Jesse Swanson?"

The brown-haired man turned around and found Aubrey's girlfriend standing several feet away from him in a waiting area with a redhead, who he guessed was Beca's girlfriend and was sitting beside where the former had presumably just been.

Unfortunately though understandably, neither one of them looked very pleased to see him.

"You have a lot of damn nerve to show your face here after what you and your friends did," Stacie practically growled as she marched up to Jesse, Chloe in tow.

"I just wanted to see if they were okay," Jesse said, his hands raised a bit in a show of peace.

"Oh, so now, you care enough to check in?" the taller woman retorted, crossing her arms, "Where exactly were you when they were getting loaded into the ambulances after you made them crash into each other?"

The brunette man immediately felt himself growing defensive and replied, "That wasn't me—"

"No, but it was for you," Chloe finally chimed in, her tone calmer yet no less angry than her companion's, "Wasn't it?"

"…yes," Jesse responded, "But I swear, I didn't ask them to do it! I didn't want them to! I don't cheat! I don't hurt people on purpose!"

Stacie raised an eyebrow at the irony of his words, so he awkwardly corrected himself, "Well, like this."

The tall brunette simply continued to glare at him, while the redhead looked anywhere but at him.

"Look," Jesse said, his voice small and racked with guilt, "I know I'm one of the last people you wanna see right now and I know I don't deserve to know, but I just wanted to see how they are."

The girls remained silent for a while, before Chloe finally gave in.

"Beca's entire right side is in pretty rough shape since that was the one she landed on," she reported, still avoiding eye contact, "They already know that her wrist is fractured and her shoulder's dislocated. Her leg's also pretty mangled. The entire lower half of it, from her ankle and to her knee, was practically completely crushed. A couple of bruised ribs too."

Stacie sighed and also said, "Aubrey flipped over the handlebars and completely fell off of her bike. They said she probably has a concussion. She broke a couple of ribs because of how she landed on her back, but she was lucky not to have any spinal damage. Her left elbow and knee were dislocated because of how she continued to tumble after the initial fall."

"Shit," Jesse responded, "They'll be okay though, right? E-eventually?"

"Eventually," Chloe confirmed.

The three fell into another uncomfortable silence until Stacie finally questioned, "Is that it?"

"I…I hope they get better soon. I really mean that," Jesse offered, "And-and, uh…and if there's anything I can do—"

"What about a goddamn apology, Jesse?" Stacie suggested almost sarcastically, "I mean, Jesus. The fact that we have to ask for one. That should've been the very first thing that you said to us when you walked in here."

"I…you're right. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry that this happened," Jesse responded, "But I just want you both and Beca and Aubrey to know that I didn't—"

"Oh my god!" Chloe finally snapped, "Are you kidding me, Jesse?

"First of all, that was a shit apology. You don't apologize that bad things happen, you apologize for being the cause of them.

"Second of all, it doesn't matter which one of you did what in all of this. The bottom line is that your friends hurt Beca and Chloe for you. All for a stupid race."

"And from what I got from your other friend Donald," Stacie added, "You knew that they were acting weird before and during the race, but you did nothing about it.

"You may not have directly participated in any of this or wanted it, but it happened because you let it, Jesse."

"I'm gonna ask you to leave now," Chloe said, finally looking the man right in the eyes and he swore she could've frozen him with the iciness in her light blue irises.

Jesse's chest dropped.

Of the two, he hadn't expected her to be the one to kick him out. But he guessed he couldn't really blame her. He was actually surprised that they'd heard him out for this long.

Nodding his head slightly, Jesse said one last "I'm sorry" before turning back towards the elevators.

He had just pressed the down button when Chloe called out to him once more, "Jesse."

He turned back towards the girls.

"Whether your intentions to come here were actually out of genuine concern or just to alleviate your guilt, you did still show your face and you still checked in," the redhead noted, "You know, we might still be insanely pissed at you and I can't find it in myself to forgive you now or any time soon for any of this, but I do hope you never have to go through this feeling."

AN: This will be my last entry for this one-shot series. It's officially closed now. Thank you to everyone who read, followed, favourited, bookmarked, kudo-ed, commented to, and/or reviewed this fic. I appreciate you all taking the time to support me and my writing. Hope you enjoyed :)