Hot and Cold

Your Fault

At the sound of Ivan's reply to her inquiry about his disorders, this triggered something in Madeline's memories; long past and seemingly unwanted, like she'd kept them tucked away in hopes to never come across them again. In Ivan's mind, he was coming across the same thoughts, but in his own perspective as he recalled the events as well.

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She had just left Abel's house, fingers entwined in the fabric of his beloved blue and white striped scarf he had given her, heading back home. Madeline couldn't help but could continuously stress about what she was going to say to Francis. She didn't think that she could bring herself to lie to him, but would telling the truth honestly be any better? The seventeen year old let out a quiet, distressed sigh, seeing the familiar build of her residence come into sight already. Upon closer inspection, she could see her father sitting on the swing hung on the porch, sipping at a mug. The golden rays of early morning sunlight illuminated his lustoruous and wavy golden hair, as did the man's sapphire blue eyes that widened at the sight of an approaching Maddie. The Frenchman stood up, placing his coffee mug on the porch rail, and walked to the steps to greet his daughter with a warm and tight embrace. The grim look on his face made her feel butterflies fluttering furiously in her stomach. Francis muttered into her shoulder while continuing to hug her.

"Dmitri phoned me and told me what happened," He started, but was cut off by Madeline's slightly quivering voice.

"S'il vous plaît, papa, don't be cross with him.. or Ivan.. or myself.." Her hold around her father tightened minisculey as she waited apprehensively for a reply. Francis let out a long, drawn out sigh before releasing her. He kept a grip on her shoulders and looked her in the eye - bright blue to dark indigo. He'd always secretly wished that she had inherited his eyes.

"I can't help but be very upset with Ivan. I know he is.. well, different, is the nicer word for it.. but he still should have known better than to be so uncontrollable like that. I had decided upon something last night.. something that I had been stressing about for two months or so, actually. I just didn't want you to cause you any stress or anxiety." He thoughtfully began to stroke his stubble upon his chin while observing Maddie's reactions. What he said next shocked her.

"We're moving back to Paris."

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Ivan had been furious and heartbroken when he heard this from Madeline herself the next day at school. He hadn't talked to her for the rest of the day, which she tried not to let upset her since she had every right to be angry at him.. yet she wasn't. She couldn't find it in her to stay angry at him for very long - although you could say she was more intimidated of him because of what he had tried to accomplish, and how dead set he was on it. Abel, however, became deeply upset upon being told. He didn't stop talking to her - in fact, he seemed like he couldn't get enough. The two sat together in the classes they had and also at lunch, whilst Ivan had sat by himself in the corner of the lunchroom; he'd moved when Maddie tried to sit next to him. Abel was secretly pleased that today she was wearing his scarf he'd given her yesterday morning.

"You're finishing out the year at least, right?" The spiky haired teen asked, stabbing a forkful of spaghetti from his plate, glancing over to her to see her just staring down at her plate. "No, Francis said we would leave sometime during Christmas break.." Madeline murmured while pushing her spaghetti around on her tray with her fork. Upon hearing this, Abel scowled. "Only for another two weeks? Ugh.. talk about short notice." He muttered with a heavy sigh. His forest colored eyes flickered over to the sullen Russian that seemed to eminate a dark aura. Abel's already slightly pissed expression now pulled into one of resentment. He hated Ivan with a passion after being told the full story of what had happened between him and Madeline. And, to no one's surprise, Ivan seemed to hate him right back, if not more. Even now when Abel had glanced over, he had received a full on glare from Ivan's hellish violet eyes, reduced to slits. The sandy blonde male simply gave the other a smug smirk, then returned his attention back to the quiet Canadian next to him. She still hadn't said anything more, but still looked very sad. He was about to say something to try and cheer her up when he felt the hand on his back, gripping the fabric into a bunch. Abel knew who it was before he even turned around to meet the furious face of Ivan Braginsky.

He jerked his head to the door where the cafeteria had an exit to the back of the school building, eyes holding a threatening challenge. Madeline had heard someone come up behind her and Abel and turned her head slightly to see who it was. She took a hint of what was going to happen and her eyes widened. "Vanya, stop this!" The Canadian said in a level voice, but her gaze held fear. Abel set a calloused hand on her shoulder and shook his head. "Maddie, stay out of this. You'll only get hurt again. I'll be back in a flash." He said tersely to her, leaning down so he could give her soft, warm cheek a quick peck. This only furthered Ivan's temper and his lips pulled back in a scowl. "Let's go, deVries." He muttered, striding to the door and quickly disappearing outside. "Don't worry. I'll kick his ass." Abel replied before getting up from his seat and following suit.

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Author note -- There will most definitely a part two, I just thought I should go ahead and publish something because of the wait. As always, love you guys and thank you for reading! ~ xoxo