Even after the hell of a weekend I had, Mother still expected me to return to school Monday morning. It wasn't even worth fighting her about since I've missed about two weeks of school already. I still hadn't seen any of my classmates except Aleks since those ten days I spent isolating myself in my room performing my little, bloody "accident". Knowing the small, gossip ridden town I live in, everyone already probably knows about my little suicide stunt. Psh, that's all I need right now.

I decided not to do the whole "I hate everyone" look. It was a bit overdone and honestly I was trying too hard to look like I wasn't trying at all. And that look only leads to more tormenting. No eyeliner, no long fringe, no millions of layers, no hunchback, and no scowling. Just me.

After showering, I fixed my hair out of my face and put on the normal black skinny jeans but with a loose t-shirt. Just because I was over my everyone-is-below-me phase doesn't mean I'm going to give up me.

I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door and out the building. I only just reached the bus stop when I heard a familiar hyped up voice behind me.

"Dommi, Hi!" Veronika bleated. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, well it was only last Friday. Oh but I had such a weekend, and I'll bet you did too-oo," she crooned poking my chest. "You never called me back, how did things go with Sylvia?" I gritted my teeth and turned to look her in the face. Her sun bleached hair was straightened to a sleek shield, as if protecting her head.

"Sylvia is great. Thanks for asking," I answer curtly stepping closer to the curb.

"Okayyy, how are you doing then?" she lingered.

"Fine. Just fine," I begin before the bus arrives, as if a stop sign to our conversation. I swipe my card before taking a seat between two people so I won't be forced into talking with Veronika. It's not like it's her fault, I'm not even really mad at Veronika. She didn't know about me and Aleks. No one did. But any second longer and I would go on a rant about how Aleks was mine and she means nothing to him. (Does Aleks mean anything to anyone?) But she wouldn't understand. No one, not a single soul, knew about the high point of my life that was him.

The bus stops a short block from school, so I get out and start jogging as if I care whether or not I'm late. On my way to my first class, in the hallway filled with colorful pupils, I felt a friendly muscular arm slip around my shoulders.

"Hey Dominik. Good weekend?" Aleks says in a tone that detects nothing more than friendship to the listening ears and eyes of the school. I look at his (must be) fake tan features and was disgusted at how I once gushed over them. Funny how fast your outlook on a person can change by just one single night.

"Yeah, dickhead. I know you had one hell of a good weekend," I tossed his arm off me with not the best comeback, but at least he got the message. He still played dumb. Making that one breath laugh sound.

"Heh, what d'you mean?"

"You know damn well what I mean, dickhead." I really am terrible at insults. I know my voice was louder than indoor appropriate because now a few students were stopping in their tracks to stare. Aleks lowers his voice.

"Hey, can we talk about this somewhere else.."

"No, we're going to talk about it right here. Where all the onlookers can see," I announce gesturing to the now forming audience around us. "Just fucking say it. You fucked Veronika! I saw you two. How could you fucking do that-" I shove him, he skids backwards a bit. "- after I fucking told you-" shove number two. "- I fucking loved you." One last shove and Aleks slams into the lockers.

He takes one last look at the crowd of students, all of us awaiting his response. A look of distress flashes across his face before taking a second to realize. And another before he happens upon the audience around us.

"Psh, you're gay for me?" he asks in such a tone. A tone of disgust. A tone of disbelief. A tone that makes me want to kill him right there.

So I do.

One heavy clenched fist holds him by the collar of his shirt. The other throwing punches one right after the other. Firing at the target. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

I hear cheering, encouragement, encores, gasps, fright. All mixing together in a blurry haze of sound. Blood starts to fall in a light stream from Aleks's nose. His eyes are squinting, begging for it all to be over. But he isn't fighting back. Why isn't he fighting back?

I finally let go and he slides to the ground against the wall. Moaning in pain. All eyes on me now. I'm breathing short loud breaths. I unclench my hands and swiftly turn and walk away.

No less than ten minutes later, I'm called into the dean's office. By the time I get there, Aleks is already sitting in one of the chairs facing the desk. He doesn't look up to see whose entered. I take the seat next to him and get a good look at his face now. He's holding one of those cheap frozen sponges up to his eye. His upper lip and chin all masked with dried blood. But he still sits up straight, facing forward.

The silence is killing me. I have to know why. "Well Aleks, go on and say it."

"Say what, Dominik?" he says monotonously.

"How about I'm sorry, for being such a jackass. For toying with me? For being the only good thing that's happened to me and destroying it? For being the only reason for me to stay alive and ruining that too?" I look at him with disbelief now.

"I'm not sorry, Dominik," he admits removing the sponge from his eye. "Yeah, I fucked Veronika, so what? Did you seriously think I would be only yours or some shit? You're not the only thing in my life, Dom."

"But…you said…you…love me," I stutter quite pathetically.

"I love a lot of people, Dom. Shit if I had known you were going to take this whole fling thing seriously I wouldn't have started it with you," he finally turns to face me. No damage visible yet.

I bit my lip so hard it started turning white. It stayed that way all the way through our meeting with the principal. Detention for Aleks, two weeks suspension or expulsion (haven't decided yet) for me. Well that's fair isn't it. I was the first to rise from my chair, grab my backpack, and leave. But not for home.

"Dominik, it's so early, what're you doing here," Sylvia said slowly opening her front door. A pink, cotton candy, mess of hair half masking her face.

"Let's go."

"Go where," she yawned.

"Anywhere that's not here. Please, Sylvia, come with me. Runaway with me!" I project widening my arms as far as they go. She giggled.

"Well, I don't know. How badly do you want me to come?" she asked leaning against the doorframe.

"Sylvia, my lovely, I would literally die without you there with me. The heat you release in puffs as you're breathing down my neck every second is what keeps me alive. Please, run away with me!" She blushed for, what I assume, is the first time in years. Her lips stretched into a toothy grin.

"Well, it's not like I had any plans for tomorrow, or the day after that, or the decade after that."

"Then hurry, your chariot awaits, madam," I say as we both rush into her room and pack all the essentials to a great adventure. Together we stepped outside on the front porch, hand in hand, taking in the scenery and everything the world has to offer.

"So where's this chariot, Dominik?" Sylvia asks, looking up at me. I gesture to my back.

"Watch your step, my Queen." Sylvia hops onto me, piggyback style and we run off into whatever is waiting for us.

A/N: And sadly this story comes to a close. The ending was just supposed to be cheap, sort of, happily ever after, my favorite kind (that's might be open to a sequel if I'm up to it one day).

I'm sorry that a lot of you requested more Dom/Aleks stuff but I just didn't feel like writing anymore and the story ended in a way I'm happy with. I also apologize for finishing up so late and if my writing skill has lowered since the last time I updated (but was it ever that good really?).

Anyway, thank you for all the great reviews, favorites, and follows, you are all so kind. I used to check everyday for new reviews and whenever I did you guys put me in a good mood for the rest of the day knowing someone actually read my work. And it makes me so sad that this story is ending, being my very first fanfiction and all. Thank you, thank you, thank you guys so much for reading.