Fall For Him, Not Her.

The Final Chapter.

I never figured, those words would leave my mouth.
But as soon as they did, I knew there was no going back.
Anderson approached me, grinning.
"You have been a pain in my side, since the moment I gave you that locket. To know, you came here, demanding to sell your soul to save someone else's? You really are stupid." She grasped my chin as I glared bitterly at her.
"I made a promise, and I don't go back on fucking promises." I hissed.

"Drew, don't do this!" Zeke yelled, Brett and the guys plus Tami and Emma behind them.
Anderson smirked, before the door slammed shut.
Her hand cupped my throat, before she ripped my shirt to shreds.
I held back a painful scream, the moment she sliced the number one down my chest.
I stumbled back, wincing painfully now.
"Why is my time so short!?" I snapped.
Anderson smiled bitterly at me.
"You don't even know what the one represents." She stated.
I glared, pressing my shirt to my chest now.

"What? A month?" I spat.
Her grin only grew.
"My sweet idiotic, human.. you have exactly, 24 hours to decide how your little plan to save, Klay will work itself out.. and if you fail, you both will rot in the pits of hell." She grinned.
My eyes grew wide.
24 hours... Holy shit.
Anderson walked back over to her desk.
"Good luck, I hear hell is lovely this year, especially when pretty boys pop up." Her smirk grew now.

I only screamed, as the door swung open and was thrown out of the office, literally.
Thankfully, Brett and Zeke were there to catch me.
"What happened in there!?" Zeke demanded.
"I have 24 hours to figure out how I can save Klay, when I get sent to hell." I said, speed walking out of the school.

The others tailing behind me.
"Whoa, hold the fuck on. You made a deal!?" Zeke barked.

I stopped walking, I glared at him.
"Yes! If I can save Klay, its worth it!" I snapped.
"Just who the fuck are you dating here?" Zeke hissed, bitterly.
My eyes grew wide, I looked at him with a pained expression.
"I am dating Zeke Everest, my asshole of a boyfriend. I am only trying to save Klay!" I snapped.
"And what if this plan of yours doesn't work!? Hmm!? You die too, and then what? You leave us all here to mourn!?" He yelled.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks.
"I would of done the same for you, in a heart beat! I would do it for any of our friends, and family!" I yelled, to only yelp feeling him head butt me, sending me to the ground.
My head was pounding, my eyes widened when he straddled my hips, his hands pressing down on my shoulders.
"Why!? Why do you get to be the hero?! Why do you get to sacrifice yourself, to someone who fucking hated you since day one!? Why do you get to leave so willing!" He demanded.
He had such pained expressions, it was more or less sadness and betrayal.

I inhaled sharply.
"My plan will work itself out, when I die tomorrow, I will save Klay and we will return together. I fucking promise you, Zeke. I love you, okay? So please, believe in me!" I begged him.

His brows furrowed, in frustration, before smashing his lips to mine.
I winced, but allowed him to kiss roughly.
I was basically doing the thing, I was against.
I was committing suicide, to save our friend.

Fourteen hours passed, and I had ten left.
We were all as Zeke's, the parents didn't need to know their child was going to die soon.
They would never forgive me, nor would they believe I would turn to dust.
Kelly.. Klay.. I would save them, I wouldn't let them suffer down there for long.
Maybe it was Winnie that was attracted to Kelly, shit.
I really was gay.

I was sitting in Zeke's lap, as we binged watched 'Supernatural.' Go ahead laugh, it was kind of ironic.. how those brothers were, hell Dean sells his soul to save Sam's.
How was I any different?
I wasn't related to Klay, but I didn't want to know they would rot in hell for the rest of eternity.
I could feel my breathing, beginning to grow stiffer.
I would lean into Zeke's hold, to only have him ask if I was okay.
I'd lie and say yes.
I didn't need them all to worry.

I had six hours left.

Emma and Tami would leave the room, when I began to cough up blood and wheeze .
According to Pete, Klay went through the same thing.
To the point, he needed to lay down because everything was painful.
I had the black rings around my eyes, and everything was beginning to hurt.
Even blinking hurt.
Zeke and Emma held both of my hands.
I was starving, but the idea of swallowing, only pained me more.
I was scared of death, but at the same time.
I really wasn't.
You don't feel anything, once you die.

There were two hours left, and I was wheezing and breathing heavier.
Constantly whimpering,  I was burning and hurting.
It had everyone in tears, just like with Klay.