~Leata~

"Have you seen Blake?!"

Ryder, Tyler and I all throw each other confused looks as we ask the same question.

"No." We all answer in unison again.

Ryder and Tyler share a look.

"Bloody puta isn't even at school." Ryder sighs, rubbing his face, exasperated.

"Dammit, shit just got a lot harder." Tyler grumbles.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" I question in annoyance.

"It's not our place to tell." Ryder states.

"And it's best to leave him alone." Tyler advises me.

*~*

I'm sitting in first period, which happens to be history.

And I'm seriously worried about Blake.

This is also the moment you are realising that you are absolutely and completely in-

Shut up!

He hasn't been answering my texts or phone calls.

He always answers my texts and phone calls.

And I'm freaking out!

It's only fifteen minutes into the lesson when I abruptly stand up, almost knocking over my seat.

I grab my backpack and steal the car keys out of Tyler's pocket.

I rush over to the door.

"Miss Hale, where do you think you're going?!" Ms Hayfer tries to sound stern, but honestly, she just sounds so done with my shit.

"To find a certain Italian idiot, who happens to be very sexy and I may just be very in love with."

"I should've know she wasn't going to leave him alone--WHAT?!" Tyler cuts himself off, his eyes widening when he takes in my last sentence. "HA, Ryder, you owe me ten bucks!"

"Dammit, Lee!" Ryder exclaims, slapping a ten dollar bill in Tyler's hand. "You couldn't have waited another week?"

I ignore them, running out of class and out the school doors.

*~*

I knock on the door of the DeAngelo household impatiently.

A few minutes later, Susan opens the door, her eyes wet and puffy.

"Hey, Lee." She smiles sadly. "Blake isn't here."

I give her a hug. "Thanks, bye!"

I get in the car.

Where the hell would that boy be?!

Here's a hint, THE BLOODY CLIFF, YOU IDIOT. HE LITERALLY TOLD YOU THAT'S WHERE HE GOES WHEN HE NEEDS TO GET AWAY AND THINK.

Oh, thanks for the hint.

*~*

I sigh in relief as I see Blake sitting at the edge of the cliff, his legs hanging off the side.

"Blake Valentino DeAngelo!"

"Damn, she used the full name." I hear Blake mumble.

"You scared my Spanish shit out of me!" I screech. "I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere."

"Sorry, Amore." He chuckles, but it's not a happy laugh.

"Did you walk all the way here?!"

"Yeah, wanted to take a stroll."

"Alright, I can't pay attention to anything you say until you get away from that damn two thousand  foot drop." I state.

"Nope, I'm staying right here."

"Then I'll come sit right next to you."

"Like hell you will."

"Then get off the edge, you jizztissue!"

He sighs, scooting away from the edge before standing up and walking over to me, yet he doesn't look at me.

I grab his defined face between both of my hands and make him look at me.

"Talk to me, Blake."

He closes his eyes, covering my hands with his own.

"Curiosity killed the cat." He whispers.

"Well, the stupid ass cat has nine lives." I whisper back.

"I think it's time for me to tell you my story, huh?" He opens his dark eyes, staring straight into my grey ones.

"I think it is." I nod.

He sits down on the ground, leaning against a boulder, patting the spot next to him.

I sit down, our arms brushing together.

"Today marks three years since my dad died." He gulps, making me grab his hand and squeeze it.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I assure him.

"I want to." He reassures me. "The way he died...he was stabbed in the abdomen then shot in the chest twice. Mom was depressed. All she did was lie in bed all day, crying. It was hard for me, too. I was always close to dad. I loved him so much. Kids thought of Superman or Batman as heroes. I thought of my dad as a hero. A year later, mom met a guy named Bryce. He made her happy. I didn't like him much, but mom hadn't been happy in such a long time, so I shoved my opinion down my throat. One day, the police called me in and I found out that...Bryce was the one that killed my father--"

Blake chokes up a little bit, making me squeeze his hand tightly.

"You don't have to continue." I tell him.

He ignores me, continuing anyway.

"I ran home from the station and walked into the house to see Bryce in the middle of beating my mom. I snapped. I lunged at him and just started punching him. He was begging me to stop. I-I couldn't stop, Amore. All I saw was red. I-I-I landed him in hospital, Amore."

"Blake--"

He cuts me off, standing up, pulling me up with him.

"I need to show you something."

*~*

"This is what I did to that man, Amore."

Blake and I stand in a hallway, looking through the window into a patient's hospital room.

"Is that--"

Blake cuts me off. "Bryce? Yeah. He's been in a coma for two years. Because of what I did to him. That's why I went to juvie."

I stare at Bryce, speechless.

I then look at Blake, who's lip is trembling slightly.

I grab his face between my hands like earlier, stroking his high cheekbones with my thumbs.

"It's okay to cry, Blake."

Almost immediately his wall tumbles as he starts sobbing.

I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

He buries his face in my hair.

"I didn't want to do that to him, Amore. I almost killed him!" He cries, holding me tightly.

All of a sudden, he pushes me away, his emotionless exterior back up, yet his eyes are still watering.

"Go, Amore."

"Blake--"

"No, I'm not good for you. I'm just the broken juvie boy who lost his dad. That's all I'm ever going to be. You might as well just leave. That's what everyone else did."

I grab his face, leaning up on my toes and pressing my lips to his.

He freezes for a few minutes, before slowly wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing me back.

A few minutes later, we break apart, leaning our foreheads against each other's.

"Not everyone left you. Ryder and Tyler are still here. They love you like you're their own brother. And me? I am sure as hell not leaving you, you get that, you puta?" I tell him. "And you are so much more than some broken juvie boy who lost his dad. You are Blake Valentino DeAngelo, the best person I have ever met, my best friend and the guy I am absolutely and completely in love with."

His eyes widen. "Amore--"

I cut him off.

"I am so fucking in love with you, Blakey Boy." I kiss him again, moving my hands from his face and wrapping my arms around his neck.

We break away.

"And I'm so fucking in love with you, Amore."