Date: 10th February, 2016.

Been ten days and the book is still on #1. Thank you everyone!

This is just a filer chapter. Enjoy reading!

"We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art
because we desperately do not want to be alone.

We want to know we aren't going crazy
and someone else out there knows
exactly how you're feeling.

We want someone to explain things we can't."

ALASKA'S POV

I looked in the mirror and was satisfied with what I was seeing. I flicked a pice of lint off my jacket and ran a hand through my hair.

Good enough, I thought to myself.

The car horn beeped twice and I rushed out, grabbing two granola bars while I was at it. I stepped out of the house an got into Liam's car. I gave him one of the bars and he smiled at me, appreciatively. We talked a bit on the way to school but other than that, we were quiet.

I made it to my lockers and then a jumping ball of black hair was by my side. Liz was jumpy and rushed out, "Hey, Al! Al, Al, Al. Have you seen Blaze?"

"Yeah, yesterday." I replied, looking for a book in my locker. I swear I had kept it in here, somewhere.

"No. I mean today. He looks so terrible! I don't even know why did he bother coming today." He replies in a hyper and rushed voice, sympathy clear in her tone.

I immediately abandoned my search for the book and looked at her. "What do you mean?" I asked her in a worried tone, eyebrows knitted together.

"He has bruises all over him. Also, he can't walk properly. He's limping.-" She halted and her eyes focused at someone past me.

I turned and looked what she was fixated at. I gasped as I saw Blaze standing there in all his glory. Well, not really. He had bruises all over his face his hands and neck. He looked so in pain and occasionally let out a whimper or cussed out when he took a step. It hurt me to look at him. He was hurt and so was I.

I quick waked towards him and looked into his eyes. I asked, "What's up with your new look?"

"I got into a fight with some people yesterday night." He said, staring right back and shrugged.

Those blue eyes would be the death of me.

"You don't look okay."

"It's not a big deal."

His indifference angered me. He wasn't okay, he was severely hurt.

"Fight with?" I pressed on further, concealing the anger.

"People." He replied vaguely.

"But you've never lost any of them?" I asked in a questioning tone.

"Drop it, Nov." He said.

"But-"

"I said drop it, Alaska." He said in a somewhat hostile tone and walked away. More like limping away.

Alaska.

The late bell rang and I returned to my locker, taking out my book and walked to the class. Mr. Smith was already in the class. One thing you need to know about him that he is incredibly grumpy, all the time.

"You're late to class Ms. White." He said to me.

"I know" I replied with a shrug.

He glared at me. I glared back.

"Detention." He spoke harshly and handed me a pink slip.

What is today? Be hostile to Alaska day?!

I snatched the slip, groaning while doing so and walked towards my seat. I ket my bag on the desk and slumped down. Sean was sitting right in front of me and I nodded at him. He winked and looked ahead.

Mr. Smith droned on and on about some chemical equations about which I could care less about. Oh wait, I do care. Grades matter.

I sat up straight when he asked me a question and I answered it, without any hesitation.

Bingo. I got it right. I then folded my arms on the desk and rest my head on them.

I listened to Mr. Smith explain and looked around. Half of the class was sleeping and other half cared less. The bell rang and we all rushed out.

I walked to the next class and Liam jogged to catch up with me. We exchanged greetings and sat in our assisted seats for the class.

"So, did you study?" Liam asked me.

"For what?" I asked back, fidgeting around with my mechanical pencil.

"The pop quiz?" Liam answered with an eyebrow raised.

"Wait. There was a pop quiz today?!" I asked bewildered, dropping the pencil.

"Yepp. And I take that as a no." He half smirked and picked it up, handing it to me. I murmured a thanks and groaned.

"No shit sherlock." I answered, rolling my eyes at him.

The teacher came in, shushing all of us and passing the test papers around.

Q1. "Why is Antonio not worried about his wealth at the beginning of the play?"

Easy.

Q2. "From what character flaw does Bassanio believe Gratiano suffers?"

Know it.

Q3. "Why does the prince of Morocco fear that Portia will dislike him?"

Sweet.

Q4. "What course of action does Portia suggest when she learns that Shylock wishes to collect his pound of flesh?"

Yess.

Q5. "What does Portia vow to do when she learns that Bassanio no longer has the ring she gave him?"

Cool.

The next questions were easy as well and I thanked the stars. I might top this, I thought to myself and smiled a bit. Shakespeare was totally my cup of tea.

After an hour of racking my brains for answers and writing them down hastily, but neatly, the time was up.

"Hand the papers over. The time is up." Mr. Montez announced.

We handed the papers to him on the way out of the classroom. Liam walked by my side, to our next class.

"So? How was it?" He asked me a bit hesitantly.

"It was great!" I smiled at him and walked with a little bounce in my step.

"Thats great." He smiled back.

"Mhm. How was yours?" I inquired.

"It was good, but I could do better." He replied.

I bumped his shoulder with mine and said, "You always say that." with a small laugh in the end.

We got into the class and I fell asleep in the middle of the class. I was startled when someone started shaking me and I shot open my eyes. I was confused for a second, thinking where was I and then everything came back.

I smiled sheepishly at Liam and we walked into the cafeteria. I walked towards our table and Liam went to grab a bite. In a matter of few minutes, the cafeteria filled up and it came alive, voices and laughter from all directions.

"I am hungry." I declared and walked towards the lunch line.

I got some fries, a pizza and soda. I paid quickly and went back to the table, wanting to devour every piece of the heavenly greasy food.

"Don't you think that's too much?" Noah asked me.

"Don't you think I should eat you too?" I retorted back.

The whole table laughed and Noah just shook his head. I was suddenly aware about Blaze's leg against mine. I scooted away and leaned over to my left to whisper into Liam's ear, "I feel so odd sitting here."

"Why?" He whispered back.

"One. We aren't talking. Two. I like him. Three. I guess, he's mad at me." I say.

"I knew it! I knew you liked him." He whisper shouted and did a little victory dance.

Everyone at the table looked at him weirdly and I punched him on the stomach. Damn, what was his stomach made up of? It hurt.

"Yeah yeah. Shut up now." I said nudging him.

He just laughed and ruffled my hair, making me glare at him. Blaze seemed kinda off but when was he not.

The periods passed by fast and at the end of the day, I walked towards my locker to retrieve my books. As I opened my locker, I saw a pink slip staring right back at me mockingly. Detention. How could I ever forget?

I sighed and texted Liam informing him that I couldn't come home with him. I reluctantly dragged myself to the detention room. It wasn't my first time getting a detention, but it was my first time getting one alone, Blaze or Noah were always there.

I signed in and slumped down on one of the desks and glared openly at Mr. Smith. He just rolled his eyes and kept on reading some boring novel he had brought with him.

In that one hour I spent in the classroom, I counted the number of tiles, different colours, different shades of colour in that room. What? I was so fucking bored.

When I was left, I sighed and started walking home. As soon as I left the school grounds, an Audi R8 came and stopped in front of me. Blaze, my mind said. I was proven right when he opened the passenger seat and offered me a ride home.

Sitting in the car brought so many memories back. I ran my hand on the dashboard and closed my eyes. I inhaled the heavenly scent of Blaze and smiled.

I smiled a bit at him. I tried asking about his fight again and he told me what exactly happened. Something about him shoving away a drunk guy and his friends attacking Blaze. Poor him.

"What was on your mind that you were so angry?" I asked, curiously before I could stop myself.

"You." He said.

"Me?" I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

"Yeah, I was mad at myself for letting you go."

"Oh. But why didn't you tell me in school?"

"And tell you you were on my mind and make you feel guilt all day? Yeah, right."

We kept quiet after that. He dropped me outside my house and I thanked him.

Just as I was about to get down, I turned and smiled at him. "You haven't lost me, Blaze."

He smiled that gorgeous smile of his and drove away, only after I was inside the house.

That was sweet of him.

I took off my shoes and made my way towards the basement. I walked in and switched on the AC. Who cares if it was still cold outside. I laid down on the mattress and closed my eyes. It still smelt like Blaze. I snuggled into his pillow further and tried sleeping.

Pills, I remembered.

With a groan, I got up and made my way upstairs. I pulled open the drawer in my nightstand and shuffled things around searching for the orange and yellow bottles.

I got them and made a beeline for the kitchen. I took out a tablet from each of the bottle and drowned them with a glass of water. I opened the first chain of my bag and took out more medications. I took them as well and walked drowsily to the basement again, the effect of the medicines showing effectively.

I laid back down, snuggling close to Blaze's pillow an wrapped myself in the blankets, knowing I would have a peaceful dreamless sleep. I smiled and in minutes, I was long gone into the abyss of sleep.

~•~•~•~•~•

It was nine in the night by the time I got up. I went upstairs in the living room and saw the fam sitting there, watching a movie. Seeing that I had nothing better to do, I joined them and settled next to Kyle, snuggling up to him as I was still drowsy.

It was a perfect family night. After the movie we all had dinner together and talked a lot. Everyone shared what was going on with their lives and it felt as if forever had passed when we decided to call it a night.

I climbed up the stairs of my room and took the sleeping pills and again, I fell into a dreamless sleep which relieved me a lot.

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Its 3:07 and I'm tired as hell. I haven't had proper sleep in days. Meh.

PS: Please ignore the typos up in there.

All the love,
Pia xx

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