( ✓ ) Thru The Phone, Boris Pavlikovsky.

TWENTYSEVEN.

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CHAPTER TWENTYSEVEN !

A LOOK...

THE SWEETHEARTS, y/n l/n and boris pavlikovsky were unstoppable and honestly really cute to others.

during their sophomore year of high school, they did so much together grade wise and never attended school events.

they stayed home, smoked or watched TV.

in junior year, the same thing happened. grades have been good, a healthy relationship, and the same old ways.

they also trust with each other with every part of their bodies.

but in senior year, things got a little difficult between them.

boris had been confused on who he wanted to be, as y/n wanted to be a writer, and he would sometimes say things he didn't mean due to stress.

one night, things got bad.

y/n had come home from school, as boris was absent that day due to him ditching, and she found him drunk.

he was masturbating, and he rarely did this.

"boris!" she had exclaimed, but he ignored her and just let his cigarette take over his hidden panic. "boris, get up! zip your pants!"

"no! you don't tell me shit woman!"

"excuse you?"

"you heard me," boris defended himself. "you don't tell me what to do!"

"boris, i'm just trying to help," y/n softly said but boris just grunted and walked past her. "boris you're going back to your old habits, please remember you're still a scholar!"

"i'm nineteen! turning twenty in august, i do what the hell i want y/n!"

boris went up into his and y/n's shared bedroom since sophomore year, and slammed the door.

y/n just stood there in disbelief.

later that night, theodore walked in and tried to comfort y/n but she was crying but hauntingly.

she was threatening to hurt herself.

"i'll grab the nearest sharp item theo," she had said. "i will hurt myself."

"it's not worth it!" theo had panicked.

"it is!! boris clearly hates me and he doesn't love me anymore!" y/n yelled as she got up and went to the front door.

theodore tried so hard to stop her.

boris slept in the bedroom, not knowing of what was happening.

"y/n please listen, i know you and boris," theodore tried reassuring. "you both are NOT like this at all! please just go talk to him!"

"never." y/n muttered. she walked onto the sidewalk, dangling her foot to the road.

"y/n! listen! i care about you! please." theodore said, his hands trembling and his legs shaking. he would witness a death - or an extreme injury - if he didn't cause change things around.

"theo. you know you're a great friend."

"y/n, get out of the road," theo cried. "you're not like this. please go talk to boris. PLEASE."

y/n heard someone yelling and instantly, shots were fired.

tw // death.

but y/n didn't hit the ground.

theodore did.

y/n looked in panic, and she froze.

her best friend was now injured. she ran to him and yelled as the supposed gunman kept shooting. at the sky.

a gang of boys attacked the gunman.

boris was awoken by the sudden noises of shooting, looking out the window as he was shirtless and his pants unzipped.

once he saw y/n, the love of his life, and his best friend, theodore, on the ground outside, his eyes bulged.

a small puddle of blood surrounded theodore, and he zipped himself up, instantly running outside.

"what the fuck!?" boris yelled while making his way to y/n and she sobbed.

"theodore! boris, call the ambulance!" y/n demanded as boris instantly did on his phone and shaking to the core.

the poor boy was losing blood.

but he didn't make it anyway.

that night in the hospital, he was announced to be losing way too much blood. the next morning, he was pronounced dead.

y/n cried as she told the news on the phone.

boris hung up, and hugged her so tight even though they had an altercation.

they both felt like they lost everything.

they lost their best friend. y/n didn't go to school for a few days as she laid down in her and boris' shared bed.

she lied there and boris knocked on the door.

"can i come in?" he asked. "yes." y/n responded.

boris walked in slowly and sat at the edge of the bed. y/n looked at him and he sighed. "i'm sorry for what i did. i was drunk but i realize i hurt you.

"how did you figure out?" y/n asked.

"i know you, y/n/n (your nickname), better than anyone." boris said as y/n let a tiny smile appear. "you don't talk to me when you are mad at me. or disappointed."

"you really do know me," y/n said. she sat up looking to boris. "better than anyone."

boris put an arm around her and pulled her close as he kissed her head and rubbed her shoulders.

they were both having a tough time.

but they got through it together.

STELLA SAYS !
i'm sorry....