|chapter eleven:: mess i made|

"DON'T," I heard along with a grip on my arm. I turn to see Nic holding me back before he pulled me over to the opposite end of the bar, "You're drunk, Addy. Let me take you home."

After a quick several drinks too many, my anger got worse only because Polo was still here, aware that he was unwanted. I avoided him at all cost, because I knew that my anger would get the best of me, but my drunken state got the best of me. When I saw Samuel pick up the knife at the counter, only for Guzman to make him drop it, I was quick to grab it.

"I can handle myself, Nic," I protested over the loud music, staring at Polo who stood at the other end of the bar, before looking at Nic, "Why don't you go home, since you obviously don't want to be here."

And he didn't when he had seen that I went to talk to Ander rather then go to the bathroom, like I told him. He gotten pretty drunk himself, but not as bad as me- or at least I think.

"I'm not going to leave you here, Adriana, don't be stupid." He told me, moving close to me, to prevent from causing a scene, "I know you're mad that he's here, but you need to let it go. Marina isn't going to come back by you doing whatever you it is you were just planning before I came to stop you."

I rolled my eyes, trying to take my arm away from his tight grip, "Let me go, Nic."

"No, Addy, I'm not going-"

"Let her go, Niccoló," We both turn to see Ander standing there. He wasn't fond of Polo being here either because it was causing a rift in the room as even more people wanted him gone. He glanced at me, but flared slightly at Nic. He was never going to like Nic, regardless of what he thinks is best for me, "I maybe weak from all the chemo, but I can still kick your ass."

Nic let out a dark chuckle before looking at me and reluctantly letting go. He then turned his attention to Ander, stepping close to him with a smug look, "Fine, but whatever happens is on you." He then stormed off, leaving the club, having it just be Ander and I near the bar with a bunch of our other classmates.

Ander looked at me, coming close, "You alright?"

I gave a hesitated nod, "Yeah, I'm okay." He nodded as well, but grabbed my hand, slowly opening it to display the small knife I swiped. He gives me an emotionless face and I return the same one, neither of us able to say the first word. I didn't know what I was planning on doing with it to be honest.

Though when he placed the knife down, he sighed, still holding my hand in his as he looked weak eyed and unable to argue. Instead he gave me a small smile, "Lets go dance."

I smiled as he intertwined our fingers so he could have me follow him to the dance floor. Surprisingly, he's the only thing that's keeping me sane as I felt stuck for the rest of the night. Earlier, I chose to go home but a part of me still didn't trust Polo. I couldn't leave knowing that he was here.

I glance around the room to see all of my friends no longer in the celebrating mood as Polo roamed around the party. Not even Valerio and Cayetana- his former partners wanted to deal with him.

"What's on your mind?" Ander asked me when he stopped in the middle of the dance floor, far enough for me not to reach Polo. Only a few minutes before, Lu purposely spilled her drink on him, though I couldn't really tell because she was waist deep in her liquor since they took away the scholarship and her parents didn't even care to show up to graduation.

I meet his tired eyes briefly, glancing down at our involuntary intertwined hands, "He shouldn't be here." He squeezed my hand gently as it relaxed in his, but my body and mind were still tense. "All of this is his fault. Marina dying, Guzman and Samuel not graduating, and us-"

I quickly paused, looking up to meet his furrowed brows. I couldn't admit it to Ander, but I blame Polo for our break up too. I pull my hand away from Ander's to push the strands of my hair behind my ears. I wanted this to all be over.

Why couldn't this just all be over?

"I-uh," I sighed, "I'm going to go check on Guzman, okay?" Ander only stared at me, worried to leave me alone. Him trying to make me dance was only a way to distract me, but I had too much on my mind and he knew that before he hesitantly nodded. I wasted no time to walk away from him to go find Guzman, but my attention was pivoted as Lu came up to me, chugging a large bottle she had with her. I stopped in my tracks to eye her, "You okay?"

She gave me a look, "Couldn't be better." She then looked at the bar to see Polo still cleaning himself off, though now Ander stood next to him, "Son of a bitch."

Nadia then came up to us, noticing Lu's frustrated gaze on Polo, "Lu, forget about him."

"Nadia, don't play innocent," Lu bitterly spat out, before glancing down at the bottle she held loosely in her hands, "You want to smash this bottle over his head as much as I do, admit it."

I glanced back over at Polo as Lu took another large gulp from her drink, though my eyes were trained on Ander. How did he feel about Polo? Did he hate him like us or is he still on his side like always.

"I don't get how Ander could still be his friend," I openly said, though it was meant for my inner thoughts.

Lu chuckled darkly, "I knew it. You still want to get back with him."

I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest, "No, I don't."

"Liar," She scoffed, taking another sip from the bottle as Polo began to move toward us, but stopped to turn on his heels and walk past us with his head down, obviously steering clear. I snatched the bottle from Lu watching now as Guzman followed close behind him.

I watched Guzman stop him and I furrowed my brows before looking at Nadia and Lu, "I'll be back." They nod, but Lu takes back the bottle before I could walk off. Though when I stood next to Guzman, Polo turned to face us.

"I'm going to turn myself in," He suddenly told us and I furrowed my brows, lost at his words.

"What?" Guzman questioned him, lost as well.

"When?" I asked instead, my gaze focused on his.

"Mañana," He responded, but looked at me briefly before looking back at Guzman, "Actually, tonight. I'll never be able to fix all the damage I've caused you both and Samuel, but at least my moms will pay for Nadia and Lu's program. That's the reason I'm here, to tell them and," He paused, his eyes beginning to water up, causing my anger to falter. It felt like none of this was real. Like none of this is happening right now. "And to ask for your forgiveness and to tell you that it's over."

I glanced up at Guzman as his cold demeanor didn't change, "Great," He told Polo, "Now get out."

Polo then looked away from Guzman, hurt clearly shown on his face, "When I get out of prison... someday, will you forgive me?"

I couldn't respond at the question, though my mind screamed 'no' like it was on a constant time loop. I watched as Guzman stepped close to Polo, his jaw clenched before his whispered, "Never."

Polo quickly met my eyes, "Adriana?" How could be ask me? Didn't he already know my answer?

I looked down, glaring at him, "You're a dead son of bitch." Polo continued to hold his gaze on me before onto Guzman before hesitantly walking away, leaving only us two standing there. I watched Polo disappear as Guzman's gaze was focused on me.

He rested his hand in my shoulder, "Adriana-"

"Guzman!" Nadia yelled, causing us both to look behind us to see the bottle Lu had, now broken and shattered across the floor. Guzman rushes over to Nadia and leaves me alone to help clean up Lu's mess.

I bit the inside of my cheek and turned to walk off, but I was quick to bump into Ander, who held me to keep me balance. He looked down at me, his facial expression still the same, "You okay?"

I nodded, looking back to see them still cleaning up the mess, "You should go help them. I'm going to get some air, okay?"

"Adriana, you don't look too good. I don't think I should leave you by yourself," He informed me and I smiled before pulling him into a tight hug to kiss his cheek.

"You worry too much about me," I mumbled.

"You do the same to me," He responded and I let out a small laugh before pulling away.

"I'll be back, I promise." I swore, and he nodded before walking past me to go help Guzman and Nadia, who now had Omar sweeping up the mess. I felt my smile quickly drop as I was able to walk off and upstairs. I needed to find Polo.

I looked around the club, in hopes of just spotting him. My mind was racing again. Did he mean it? Did he regret it? Was him killing my sister really an accident? I groaned at the headache forming in my head. Why didn't he confess then? Why lie? Why betray us? Why have Ander lie for him?

I felt nauseous as my questions were all beginning to hit me at a hurried pace. Why now? I hated how he had my questioning myself. I just told him he was a dead son of a bitch. I wanted him dead. What's changed?

After looking for him for a couple of minutes, I gave up and forced my mind to stay at ease. I looked down at the level below me, through glass that was slowly beginning to crack. I furrowed my brows at the dispersed crack in the glass, but only ended up staring at my reflection and Polo's as he came into my view.

I quickly turned, lowering my head, "Polo, be honest did you mean what you-" Before I could finished my question, he collapsed in my arms, causing me to stumble greatly. "Polo, what are you doing?" I grunted, shoving him off of me and toward the glass, only to see the massive red stain on his shirt, "Polo?"

I looked down at my bloody hands and hesitantly up at him, but when he was fully out of my grasp, he fell up against the glass, only for it to shatter in seconds. As the shattered glass fell to the lower level, I watched his body go limp as he was beginning to fall with it. My ears ring at the sound of the glass, but as I tried to reach my hand out to catch Polo, I was too late as the hem of his shirt slipped from my hands.

"Polo!" I heard behind before a large crowd of frightening screams as I fell to my knees to look at the dreadful sight behind. I watched the crowd of eyes look from Polo's body to me as I felt limp to the world when people surrounded me, also staring at my damage.

What did I just do?

{author's note:: sorry i keep updating these late at night, but hey, most of you guys are up right now anyways so}