Cold Hearted

•Best Friend•

{•edited•}

Trigger warning for a scene in this chapter! If you can't handle the topic of self-harm or suicide, one: This entire story isn't for you, and two: skip it. This is the only warning there will in the chapter. Enjoy :)
                      ~Santiago's POV~

     Junior doesn't ride with me this morning, leaving my car complete quiet. I've never been one to like the radio, so I don't turn it on despite hating silence. It gives me anxiety. My thoughts start roaming around in my mind, making me think of things that aren't even possible half the time.
    My latest worry has been wondering if Castel or someone will be paying to be a paying due to my absences. I highly doubt he'd kill me, but he could do some serious damage still. He's not one to pity anyone's situation, no matter what the situation is. He knew my mom, met her a hand full of times and every time would comment on how beautiful and kind-hearted she was, but I don't think he'll understand my situation.
     I get out of my car and slam the door, making the making out couples next to me jump apart. If they had gone on for any longer they would end up fucking in the parking lot no doubt. I've never understood PDA and it always grossed me out only because I felt like I was invading someone's privacy. My father being big on it with my mom was no help with that growing up. He would always have to be touching her in some way when we were out places, he would kiss her no matter where we were if he felt like it. Growing up I would fake gagging notices to make them understand that I hated it, but that never did anything. One time my dad told me that if you're truly in love with your partner you should be like that naturally, always wanting to touch your partner even in the most innocent way.
     The halls are louder than usual or maybe it's because I was in complete silence not long ago. Junior is doing a run for Castel today so he won't be showing. I know I was supposed to go, but I denied his call and ignored his messages. Junior even tried to get ahold of me a few times. Part of me misses it, the adrenaline rush I always get when I'm doing something, but I'm in no state of mind for that right now.
    The sound of Luke's voice comes from my left, making my skin crawl. When I look up to see what hall I'm in, I realize Ida's locker isn't far and that he better not be messing with her.
    I don't even know what her and mines currently status or situation is, but that doesn't make me not care about what he's doing to her. I saw him once just barely nudge her harshly in the fifth grade and lost my shit; that when we all realized I had it bad for her.
    "Are your eyes naturally that bright?" I hear him ask. Once a group Kobe's out of the way, I can see Luke standing in front of Ida as she faces her locker, grabbing books.
    "Yeah," she answers quietly. The only way I know she said that was from reading her lips; it's a talent I've learned from years of struggling to hear her small voice. Don't get me wrong, it's adorable and one of my favorite things about her, but it can be irritating.
    "Hey," I say loudly before he can say something else. It doesn't look like he was doing anything wrong, but for me, he just breathing in her direction is crossing the line. Ida turns around for a second to look back at me, her eyes nervous. "Get the hell away from her," I say through clenched teeth.
    He lets out a villainous laugh, eying her small frame up and down. It makes my stomach jump in a horrible way. The way he's looking at her causes images of me slamming his head into a brick wall.
    "I'm fine," Ida tells me, closing her locker and leaning against it with her arms wrapped around her, holding her books to her chest.
    "Yes, you are," he says, licking his pale lips. My fists clench as my jaw ticks. My eyes narrow with anger. "You should drop a hundred layers of clothes and show that sexy ass body underneath; that is unless you wanna dress like a nun and get on your knees-"
     "Leave her alone," I demand, my voice raising. It catches a few people around us's attention, but when I shoot them a glare they snap their heads away. Ida shifts uncomfortably.
    "Whatever, Florencio. My condolences though; your mom was one fine woman." I'm about to throw myself at him, ready to beat his ass, but Ida gets in my way. I take in a long breath, the veins in my arm pulsing as I clench and unclean my hands.
   "I don't need to you fight my fights for me," she says, looking past me.
   "He wasn't going to stop if I-"
   "Just stop," she snaps. "Stay away from me."
   "W-What?" I can't stop the shock from being clear in my voice. "What do you mean to stay away from you? The other night-"
    "The other night was nothing," she says. My eyes widen and it feels like she just stabbed me in the heart, digging that knife deep. "We just messed around and I regret it." She regrets it.
    "But-I don't understand," I say, running my fingers through my hair. I just lost my mom, my dad tried taking his life, my sister is extremely depressed again, and Castel is blowing up my phone and probably wants to beat me to a pulp; she was the only good thing I had going for me.
     "It's easy to understand, Santiago. I don't want you," she says. "I never have and never will. Just let this little crush on me go because nothing is ever happening again." She doesn't give me a chance to say anything, just walks away fast, her low ponytail swinging back and forth. Fantastic.
     I look up at the ceiling. "This has to be some sick game on me," I say in a small prayer.
  •••••••

      Usually, I wouldn't be caught dead at one of these parties, but here I am with a drink in my hand that I won't drink. Castel surprisingly invited me very kindly to one of his kickbacks with the guys. I know that if I just stay home by myself today I'll end up losing my mind at this point.
    "There he is!" Junior shouts happily as I make my way to his backyard seeing him, Dante, Castel, and Seb sitting around the table. Castel and I awkwardly lock eyes.
    "It's good to see you," he says. "I'm not mad at you for ignoring me, but I have to let you know if something comes up so you can jump on it. I never expected you to answer." It feels like some do the weight has been lifted from my shoulders. "I'm sorry about your mother. How's your dad doing?"
    "He's...he's horrible," I tell him honestly. Dante and Seb whisper something to each other. "What?"
    "Nothing, just trying to figure out who the hell that is," Dante says, making a gesture to inside. I turn around to see Matias Ramirez, member of Los Rebeldes Orgullo MC. A small smile grows on my age as I start towards him. He notices me and comes over.
    "You're a free man," I say, clapping my hand in his shoulder as he pulls back from our "man" hug. He chuckles, nodding happily. "Let's go to the front. No ones out there." He nods and leads the way. "So how does it feel?"
    "Fresh," he says. "Never take fresh air for granted." I look down at my cup before handing it to him. "I can't drink as apart of my parol."
    "They're not gonna find out just drink it."
    ••••••
    
    "She's just so damn beautiful," Matias slurs as he sets his beer down. Maybe I should have stopped him after the drink I gave him cause now he's completely hammered and telling me all about "Mack". "But I highly doubt she likes me how I do her, and we can't be together anyways because of the rivalry."
    "I say fuck the rivalry and give it a shot," I tell him. He shakes his head, looking down sadly. "Listen, I've liked the same girl for nine years and she just started to give me the light of day, but then today told me to stay away from her. If you like her, just try because you never know."
    "You never know if you might get brutally rejected?"
   "Drink your beer and shut up."
    ••••••••
   
                       ~Amor's POV~

    "Did you have to eat something!?" I say as soon as I open the door, expecting to find my dad laying down like he has been ever since we brought him home. But the scene before me I do get is worse than anything I could ever imagine. My phone drops to the floor as I run over. "Dad!"
     Blood is running down his arm, smeared around in areas that aren't cut. My eyes fill with tears as I grab the razor blade. This is what happens when I leave for literally thirty minutes. Not caring about the blood, I reach over him and feel his pulse point, trying to desperately to find it, but there's nothing.
    His face has completely paled until a gross yellow color. Placing my head on his chest, I hear no heartbeat. And he's cold. Tears escape my eyes as I realize he's gone. My dad. My best friend. The one who was there for everything and never let me down. He was the best person in the entire world once you looked past his criminal record.
    "Dad," I force out, my voice hardly there and cracking. My hand and arm are covered in blood.  I just lost my mom, now he's gone. I force myself up and grab my phone, my bloodied hands shaking. I can't control my sobs at this point as I look at my father's lifeless body.
      I suddenly think of everything I did wrong as a daughter. I would constantly push him away when he would try to help. We would fight about me going to therapy. I wouldn't talk to him at all when I first met him. I would get mad at him when I would have to leave to see my birth mother.
    If I could all that over again in a different way I would. He knew I loved him though, he was my best friend. And now he's nothing.

   AN: This was probably expected 😈 I didn't do this to be "cruel" but I wanted to put him out of his misery. He didn't want to be without Zane, he loved her too much to spend the rest of his life without nothing but the memories, so he needed to be with her again. I really hope you guys enjoyed! PS: If you would like to know more about Matias, he has his own story in the "Danger and Tattoos Series"!! His is "Birds and Bees" the third installment.
    Question: What did you think about the scene with Ida and Santi? How do you think he'll react to the news about Ever?
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