So I'm back with songs included in chapters ('ET' by Katy Perry and Kanye West in this one).

So I drink some water, and then, I inhale deeply and get out of the bathroom with a fresh mind. But I don't even get to exhale before someone appears from behind me and grabs my arm.

A jacket falls on my shoulders, and all my muscles get paralyzed. Yet it isn't out of fear as I feel the well-known sparks spreading all over my arm from the point where the hand doesn't loosen its grip.

I'm whipped around in less than a second, and I get out my trance when I meet Alex's tenebrous eyes. I'm breathing again now that I have my oxygen, his intoxicating perfume invading my lungs, yet the rest of my body is still unable to move, even my heart.

"You better get home," he states as if nothing had ever happened, no other word, no greeting, nothing else, and he's already pulling me by the hand.

But my feet stay firmly planted on the ground with all the weight of my heart since two weeks, making Alex turn back to me. I have to blink several times to be sure I'm not dreaming, and when I take in the surrealism of the situation, I start laughing.

"Really?!" Clearly my laughter isn't light or amused, and it dies down in no time.

"Yeah. You're drunk and–"

"I'm not drunk!" I cut him off, jerking my arm away. "I only had one drink, and anyway, it's none of your business," I add, stepping closer and standing my ground.

Though being so close to him is not a good idea, as his gravitational field is attracting me like a magnet.

"Why do you even care, anyway?"

"I don't," he replies simply.

These two words and their coldness feel like another knife in my heart. I become extremely aware of his presence in front of me; it's like my eyes have seen him since a few minutes, but now it's my heart that is gazing at every little detail from his plump lips sealed in a tight line to his sharp jaw, from his jutting Adam's apple to the soft skin of his neck, and mostly his tenebrous gaze that still appears so far away. It's all overflowing me, and I feel it building up behind my eyes. So not trusting myself around him, I try to bypass him, but he steps in front of me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to the dancefloor." I defy him, liking the way his jaw is tensing more and more with my words. At least I can still have some effect on him.

"To dance shamelessly in that outfit with drunk perverts all over you?! We're in a wild party on a campus, not at some middle school sleepover, you don't know what you're getting yourself into," he seethes dangerously low, leaning closer.

"What I get myself into is none of your business!" I snap, my nerves crackling and my skin prickling with the closeness.

The air around us seems charged with something electric, and the distant but still clear sound of 'E.T.' by Katy Perry and Kanye West coming from downstairs is adding to the tension.

'Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign

It's supernatural, extraterrestrial'

The lyrics seem to be translating what my body is screaming at me, drawn by a supernatural power to Alex and aching desperately for his intoxicating touch. I'm left breathless, almost panting, and this only adds to my anger against him, against myself to be so weak, fueling the fire burning inside of me.

"No," he grunts, and for a second I swear I see a crack in his tough mask before he puts it back, adding an arrogant smirk. "But since your 'little friend' isn't able to watch over you."

"You're jealous!" I smirk back, my head almost spinning with all those mixed signals from him and from inside my body.

"Not in the slightest, despite your pathetical attempt," he sneers.

"Then, go fuck your 'bitches' and leave me the fuck alone." I hiss the words that don't resemble me, trying once again to bypass him as I'm suffocating with his intoxicatingly attractive aura and penetrating eyes that seem to see through me.

However, he blocks me the way once more.

So I open the first door I see beside me, and I enter without thinking, slamming the door in his face. The feeling is quite liberating and exhilarating as the fire of pain and anger grows stronger, now that the shock of feeling him so close to me again is dissipating.

Though I don't even get to breathe that the door is already thrown open violently.

"To be clear, it wasn't a question when I said I'll get you home," he states calmly, his tone contrasting with the violence with which he has opened the door.

"You may be used to have people do everything you demand, but I'm not one of your 'bitches'. You are no one to tell me what to do anymore," I retort.

The fact that he thinks he can tell me what to do, that he can still have power over me is driving me crazy, even if he still has, since he owns my heart. But that, there is no way I will let it show.

"So stop telling me what to do!" I add, my voice rising suddenly. All the emotions boiling up inside since two weeks are starting to spurt out, and I think there is no way to stop them.

"Argh! Fuck! Stop being so damn stubborn!" he groans, rubbing a hand down his closed face.

"Stop being so damn bossy!" I riposte. "I can do whatever I want!"

"When you have something in mind, you're– Argh! Can't you listen?!" He heaves a sigh.

"I didn't ask for your advice! It's you who is damn stubborn!"

At this point, our voices are rising higher and higher. When one is shouting, the other is retorting louder, none of us willing to back up.

We start pacing in circles through the room, like two electrons highly charged pushing and pulling in a magnetic field, and the slightest spark could ignite a ravaging explosion.

I don't even know exactly in what room we are, probably a bedroom, but it's hard to tell because the room is dark with for only lighting the moon, and the only thing I see is Alex, his eyes darker than the night. I might also be blinded by some emotions...

I can't pinpoint exactly when it happens, but through the shouts, aimless steps, and heavy atmosphere, flames of desire start springing from the fire of anger inside my stomach. The two blazes are rapidly merging together and fueling each other as I watch Alex's tensed muscles, his clenched fists, and his sharp jaw radiating testosterone and darkness. My core twists with electricity under his carnal gaze, and I know I'm a lost cause no matter how hard I fight. Yet I keep arguing, and the Law of attraction seems to sharpen as we are flooding each other with incoherently angry screams.

"You're acting like a bitch!" he hisses.

"Make up your mind! I thought that's what you liked!" I taunt with a shrug. By now, any remaining shyness in my body must have burnt down in ashes with all the flames.

"You're jealous!"

"No! And I'm actually glad that we broke up!" The words keep bursting out of my mouth under a rush of adrenaline, even though I don't think them in the slightest.

"Good! That makes two of us!" he strikes back with another shout.

"Good!" My loud lie gets followed by a breathless pant as I'm suddenly aware that we've stopped pacing. We're standing face to face, my narrowed eyes holding his tempestuous ones.

We're so close, barely a few inches away, and the pull drawing me to him becomes painful, irresistible, and overwhelming. The air around us is thicker than ever, prickling our skin and making our breaths heavy and ragged.

It almost feels like a countdown before an explosion, and the next thing I know, our lips are battling together, giving in to the irresistible attraction. I don't even know who has made the first move; I guess we've both made it, finally in sync for something.

The kiss is raw and demanding, our lips driven by anger and hunger. The electricity and the thickness that have built around us are now exploding on our lips, creating an eruption stronger than I've ever experienced. If before I've felt a fire in my insides, now I am on fire. I'm devouring his lips, savoring his possessive touch on my skin and filling myself with his taste, as I know painfully well how it feels to be starving.

Unfortunately, and too soon, we have to pull apart to breathe, though my heavy pants do nothing to bring oxygen to my lungs. The pressure is crushing on my ribcage as we stay close and silent, staring at each other for a second. It's like we are both searching for something in each other's eyes, battling each other and ourselves – at least that's what I feel inside my mind: rushed thoughts, ardent emotions, and consuming needs that seem to be reflecting in Alex's dark eyes – before we give in helplessly to the Law of attraction.

With this new kiss, even more intense than the previous one, our fight continues with our lips, teeth, and nails. Our arguments are now sinfully torturous attacks of lips, and our screams turn into breathless moans.

I hold on tightly to his body, never wanting to let go, as he pulls away, but his hands quickly bring me closer.

"You're so stubborn..." he breathes on my lips, and I've never imagined a hushed reproach could travel so deep inside my core.

"You're so bossy..." I reply in the same tone, before our mouths crash again.

My lips are already swollen with the intensity of our kisses – if we can even call them kisses because it feels so much more than that; it's all the emotions we've felt since that terrible day that we're expressing with our bodies, and I have a lot to say!

"You're arrogant..." I whisper, my fingers getting tangled in his brown curls that I've missed so much.

"You're reckless..." he adds. But what is really reckless are his teeth on my lips, which then travel along my cheek. "You're frustrating..." He exhales near my ear.

"Not as much as you." I retort, sliding my hands under his shirt. My heart skips one of its racing beats, ecstatic to experience again the sensation of his sculpted muscles under my pads, and I keep tracing lower and lower.

"Fuck... you're..." His confession gets lost on my skin as his lips suck the sweet spot under my ear, and I can only reply with breathless moans, both of us at a loss for arguments.

Then starts a different kind of fight, the kind none of us can win, but it doesn't matter as we get lost together in another blissful whirlwind for a too short moment.

If the first time, the pain has struck me in my core before quickly vanishing. This time, the stabbing pain is progressively intensifying in my heart as I'm coming down to the cold reality. I can't explain it, but as I'm floating down from the high, the bad feelings are engulfing me tighter and tighter. Maybe it's because I can't forget everything that has happened, or maybe there is something else.

Though there is still a warm coziness all over me as Alex and I are still glued to each other, our sweaty, burning skins sticking together perfectly and our ragged breaths echoing in the silence.

He is laying his forehead on mine, and the look in his tenebrous eyes maintains the erratic pace of my heart. The storm has totally dissipated, letting me see all of him, and even though I can't decipher all the shades in the intense darkness of his eyes, I recognize the Alex I love. I could get lost forever there, yet unfortunately he breaks our stare for a micro-second, and his gaze falls to my scar. I watch it almost unfolding in slow-motion; his look shifts as if it's just turned off a switch, and the veil comes back thicker, closing his face with a mask of steel.

There, the bad feelings tighten like a knot choking my breath, and they turn out to be well justified when Alex pulls away abruptly, making me almost fall down without my center of gravity.

He grabs his clothes on the floor, throwing mine at me.

"You should get dressed." His tone is painfully neutral after everything we've just shared.

I stare at him, frozen and struck by the violent turnaround, and maybe also because a part of me is trying to memorize every single detail of him, knowing sourly well that it's probably the last time I get to see this sight as he rapidly gets dressed.

"What are you waiting for?" Still shirtless, he lifts up his head when he realizes that I'm staring, and his gaze annihilates any remaining hope with a shiver of coldness all over my skin.

"I... er..." I'm fully back to reality as i grab my ripped panties and start putting my clothes back on.

My body is wobbly, almost trembling, but not from the earth-shattering sex we've just had.

However, the real shock comes with the stop of my heart when I see his hand on the handle. I reach for his other hand in a hopeless attempt, already knowing deep inside that it's a lost cause.

The electricity flying all over my fingers still surprises me; how this mere contact of our skin can still have so much effect, even after everything we've shared: the closeness, the kisses, the pain...

He quickly withdraws his hand as if he'd just been striken too.

"Wait, what..." I lose my words when I meet his clouded gaze.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm leaving," he replies coldly to my unspoken question.

"But... what just–"

"Don't get your hopes up, honey. That," He gestures between us. "...meant nothing. You're just a good lay, and I was weak. But this was a mistake."

His words, or more exactly the way he pronounces them, feel like a big slap, and next thing I know I strike back, my hand hitting his left cheek. He doesn't move; he doesn't flinch, although I know I've slapped him pretty hard because my fingers are burning as their mark is reddening on his skin.

I've expected him to react, to explode – anyone would have – but he stays unflinching, and it's even more violent for my heart. He has an unreadable look in his eyes, like a whirlwind of darkness, until a wave submerges everything and brings him out of his daze. He turns around and leaves just like that, walking away with the last piece of my broken heart.

I stare at the closed door, in shock and empty. This time it's really over.

My eyes drop to the blue piece of clothing on the floor: the denim jacket.

I pick it up with my shaky hands, its scent invading my lungs like a toxic drug. I can still smell his perfume in the denim, yet there is also a hint of mine. I inhale deeply the two perfumes mixing together. I should leave it here, get rid of it, but I can't. This jacket is the only remnant of 'us'.

So, what do you think about this chapter? Did you expect this roughness from Elena and Alex? And do you think 'it's really over', as Elena said? 

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