<y/n's POV>

Your head resting on the surface of the bar, you slowly drag your finger over the edge of your half empty whisky glass.

With a deep sigh, you sit up a bit straighter, barely as much as you need to sip another bit of your drink. The strong alkohol is burning the way down your throat and through your veins.

You're used to that by now... maybe too used for it to still be healthy.

It's a type of bar where you go to get exactly one glass and sip it for four hours.

This bar is very quiet... almost no one is here, and the ones who are are people like you.

Why you're here? You got kicked out of the club. A guy tried to touch you and overstepped your boundaries. You knew it would get you into trouble, still you punched him. He made it seem as if you started.

You hate such type of people.

The bartender didn't even say anything.

Maybe it really was my fault...

Fuck, now we're on that trip again?

You ex the rest of the drink, accidentally slamming the glass a bit too hard on the surface of the bar.

People are looking at you, but you don't really care. They won't remember you anyway.

But the face of that guy will. You subconsciously smile at that.

You stand up and walk out of the bar. Standing in the cool air of the early summer night, you breath in and out. By now, you already should've been wasted, but somehow, the alkohol isn't working.

You simply can't get your head empty. The events of the day are still suck there.

The oddly good feeling when you punched your frustration out.

The sting of cruel reality when there was no one to defend you.

And she.

You get the almost full pack of cigarettes out.

No, you aren't smoking often. You prefer drinking.

The cigarettes are for the rare days where it simply doesn't work.

You light the cigarette, dragging the smoke in your lungs and pushing it out.

No, you really don't like the disgusting taste on your tongue.

But at least it's doing something.

You sink down the wall.

Suddenly, someone sits down next to you.

You look up.

The bartender sits to your left, looking up into the sky.

His long, red hair almost looses it's color in the blue light of the bar.

You hold the cigarettes in front of him. He just shakes his head.

Packing them back into your jacket, you drop your cigarette and put it out with your heel.

For a long time, no one does anything. It is as if the time stands still.

You feel comfortable in the silence. There are no not said words between you, because none of you ever communicated with the other. You decide to never change that.

Somehow it's not that bad anymore that he didn't stood up for you. Otherwise, you'd be indebted to him.

Why am I here anyways? Because I pushed someone away and almost drowned in self-pity? So that I decided to rather drown in alcohol than in emotions? Fuck, I'm really as pathetic as always. But I guess Xilonen does deserve at least an apology.

You take a quick look at your watch. 1am. You stand up with a sigh and walk away, waving a short goodbye. You really need to sleep.

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<next morning>

"GOOD MORNING Y/N!! It's ya bestie, Mualani! If you're hearing this – get your ass up and start the beautiful day like you're the fucking boss!!"

... I have a slight feeling of déja vu.

You sit up like you're the most tired person in the world. Maybe you even are. The hangover isn't helping too.

You stand up, get yourself a glass of water, take a quick shower, change your clothes, get your bag and off you go to the first class.

You arrive in time and enter the classroom just before Mr. Kaveh comes in.

To your shock, right before you, where usually was no one, sits the one you didn't want to see the most. Yes, Xilonen, the one you dumped the day before, is now in your class.

You barely can hold a groan back. You do not want to deal with this right now. Especially because she's taller and you can't see shit behind her.

"Good morning to you, students, well, to the ones who can call this morning good. I honestly feel like shit right now and would appreciate you to be quiet. I haven't got much sleep and wanted to call myself sick today, but then some parents of a young student wanted to speak me today and I can't dump them, so I had to come. Can I just let you write an art analysis— no that would mean I would have to correct that. We'll just watch the trashy series we started then."

Yep, that's our art, design and architecture teacher for you. You're honestly glad that you won't do much today, you really relate to Mr. Kaveh very well.

The class turns off the lights and Mr. Kaveh disappears in the back of the room, sitting and possibly sleeping the lesson away.

You too just want to go to sleep as well, but your feelings start to nag at you.

Ugh, no, I won't apologise, stop this!!

You hold in a groan and put your head on the table. This is honestly giving me a headache...

Soon, your eyes fall shut and you drift into a soft sleep.

"Y/nnnn~" Mualani softly shakes your shoulder with a sigh. You look up. The 'lesson' is over and everyone is already leaving. Xilonen is gone too, and you can't help but ask yourself if you missed your chance.

"Do you know where Xilonen went?" You stand up, grabbing your stuff.

"Huh? She said she is going to the vending machine— y/n!?" Mualani answers confused, but before she can end her sentence, you're already running out the door.

Maybe I can still speak with her. Maybe it'll be okay. But what if she doesn't want to speak with me? Y/n! You told yourself, you gotta at least try! Come on, you're not THAT pathetic. You got this.

You slide around another corner, almost bumping into another student, but you don't care, you need to talk to her.

A couple of floors later, you finally catch sight of her. "Xilonen!" You manage to call out.

She turns around, her gaze surprised. "Y/n?" You reach her and grab her arm. "Wait." You plead, breathless from running.

"I would've also waited if you haven't gripped my arm." Her tone isn't cold, but rather composed. For you, it's a thin line, leaving you lots of room to overthink.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that..." You let her go, feeling a bit guilty. What were you thinking, y/n??

"Don't worry, it's fine, so, what's up?" She smiles a bit, trying to give you comfort. Damn, her smile really is beautiful.

"Oh, right. Uhm, I– I just wanted to apologise for yesterday... I shouldn't have said that, it was incredibly rude and I didn't even mean it, I just panicked and I don't know what's wrong with me, it's all my fault, please don't think that I hate you I—"

"Y/n." Her tone is sharp and gentle at the same time. It's strict enough to tear you out of your ramble. It's like she's talking to a child, trying to be strickt, but failing due to it's sweetness.

"Don't worry. I already thought so much. I don't say I wasn't irritated — no, you're not gonna say sorry for that — but I felt that something was wrong, so I just decided to ask today. But you seemed tired, so I wanted to get something sweet for you first... do you like chocolate or vanilla milk more?"

Your brain froze. You did not expect that.

Why? Why was she so kind..? That's... nothing you're used to.

"Y/n?" Oh and she looks so adorable when she tilts her head...

"U- uhm, I think chocolate, thank you."

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a/n: SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T POSTED FOR SO LONG T-T
HERE'S AN EXTRA LONG CHAPTER TO MAKE UP FOR THAT
HOPE U LIKE IT ^^