Before we begin this chapter, yesterday was my birthday. And so, I thought I just had to write a chapter. 

And, as we are nearing the end of this book, let me know in the comments below what genre of books you are interested in and what fandoms you are interested in? 

Also, tell me your thoughts on this book. Specifically constructive criticism so that my next book will be better than this one. Thank you -w-

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[Fanny's Point Of View]

I should be grateful, but it's. . . it's hard to be. (Y/N) saved me from what looked like, well, death. Who knows what Cuphead would have done me; (Y/N) just managed to stop him. Considering that he seems to have feelings for her, he stopped from pushing me off the edge. But, why?

Why does he like her? What happened between them, was (Y/N) so forgiving as to go on a date with him even after what he's done? There must be something wrong with her, there has to be! To protect your mortal enemy and to forgive someone that nearly murdered you, what were her reasonings for her actions?

And, should I really be grateful? She called me so many names at that eventful prom, and took away someone that was rightfully mine. Before that incident, I knew Cuphead had feelings for me. I'd always look my best and act my best when I was around him and his friends-- but was that not enough?

I snuggled deeper into my white fluffy sheets, my mother's nurse hat clutched in my left paw. It reminded me of her. With my other hand, I scrolled through my photo album looking for some old childhood photos, they usually made me happier.

The bright screen of my phone seemed dull almost, too deep in my thoughts to really pay attention to it.

Is nothing ever enough? What the hell does (Y/N) have that I don't? He couldn't be serious, picking me over her? Doesn't he know how much it could have damaged his reputation?

Why couldn't he have just. . . picked me!

Our families are close friends, and I've known him ever since the start of school! We used to be best friends, but then he drifted further and further away from me. It's like he forgot about me.

Ironically, I finally came across the photos I was looking for. Photos of Cuphead and I as children, playing happily together in the small park near our hometown. It was around that time period where I started developing feelings for him.

But Cuphead just had to break my heart for another girl! Wasn't it obvious, that I liked him? Loved him, even? I continued to weep into my pillow, the cover dampening from tears. My heart felt like it was broken beyond repair, but even I knew it wasn't.

I'll fix it. I can't go on like this.

Perhaps one day I'll be a nurse; one that would be able to fix broken hearts.

But that would mean I would have to fix my own first.

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Throwing away the makeup wipe I used to erase the mascara stains on my cheeks, I turned to face the mirror once again. Was I really going to do this?

Did (Y/N) deserve an apology, or at least a thank you? No, no she didn't! She. . . oh, who was I kidding? She's a better person than me. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair but it's true!

She's so forgiving and I hate it! It's not like she was a 'perfect angel' but she's still better than me! I knew if I was in her situation I wouldn't have forgiven Cuphead, but she did! She just let him get away with what he did!

And. . . and why can't I be like her? Would she. . . would she forgive me if I asked for forgiveness?

(a/n: hm, would you?)

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I'm not doing this.

I'm not doing this.

I'm not. . . am I?

I peeked in front of the locker, (Y/N) was talking to Cuphead. Could I even bring myself to apologize when the man she stole is standing there, having a conversation with her? But. . . but how could I still love him? What he said to me, those words hit me like a sledgehammer to the heart.

'Don't go thinking that you're the boss of me.'

'It's easy for me to ruin your life, too.'

They didn't sound like much to others, but those words hurt. Even if what I said to him was worse, I don't think he knows how much damage he's done to my self-esteem. Not like he cared, he didn't even hesitate to think about what he'd say. About what he was, well, about to do.

It was when (Y/N) stepped in that he stopped. If it wasn't for her, who knows where I'd be right now.

I'd be at the hospital. Again.

So I should be grateful. I should be. But something in me just won't sit right, a neglected grudge which seeks revenge for taking away someone rightfully mine.

My future lover, my old best friend. The one who was always by my side, until we drifted apart.

I wiped a stray tear from my face, I feel grateful that waterproof mascara was created. I wish we were as close as we once were, but it's clear that won't be happening anytime soon.

Balling a fist with my acrylic nails on the brink of breaking, I took a deep breath.

(Y/N) deserved an apology for saving my life, I repeated. (Y/N) deserved an apology for saving my life, (Y/N) deserved an apology for saving my life, (Y/N) deserved an apology for saving--

"Fan-Fan! You didn't tell us you were skipping class, but shouldn't we hide in the bathroom to avoid Mr. Ryder? I heard he's patrolling the halls today, even if he is a pushover we can't let him catch us!"

What? Why did they think I was skipping class? I was about to apologize, wasn't I?

I glanced around the halls; empty. How long was I just standing there, leaning against the side of a locker? I looked at where (Y/N) and Cuphead were talking, again, no one was there.

The entire hall was vacant, save for me, Birdie and Sheba.

"Fanny?" Sheba asked, a look of mild concern on her features. "What are you looking for?"

"I'm checking for teachers, what else? What are you guys doing, standing out in the open?" I played it off.

"Well, we were looking for you! I don't think patrolling duty starts yet, but shouldn't we go somewhere else to hide? And where are we going this time, to Starbucks?" Birdie queried, she was always one to ask many questions.

Well, I guess I'll have to apologize later. Afterschool. . . I'll apologize after school.

I promise.

"Starbucks, yeah. Let's go to Starbucks."

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Sorry this chapter wasn't very interesting, but the next one will be, I promise.

And hey @PotatoTheChip, this is for your "Drawing Your OCs" book. I want to see your take on it.