The Princess & The Jerk (Fifth Book of "Fire and Ice" Series)

CH.4: One broken half - Two broken hearts

Dear All,

As promised, here comes the new chapter for "The Princess & The Jerk" and yes, we have another pretty long update, which I hope you will really enjoy 😊

I won't say much about it, aside explaining why I decided to write it as such. The fight is a turning point for many characters and many reasons, both in this story and in "Loving You is Forbidden", so I couldn't just jump into it without first letting you see how Sergey arrived at that point, what made him behave like that, his emotions and, as well, Viola's feelings and doubts.

They are both complex characters in their own specific way; even if Viola appears to be very sweet and sort of naïve with her constant good mood, she also has fears and doubts, and this situation sure doesn't help. You will understand by reading.

I would like to thank my faithful readers and their precious feedbacks! You know who you are, and you know, my dears, you have my gratitude and love and magic.

The song I chose from Imagine Dragons seems to perfectly fit the chapter, especially the dynamic between Viola and Sergey.

Enjoy it and please, let me know what you think of it with your fabulous comments, messages and votes: THANK YOU!

"I want to believe that I'm not wrong. I want to believe that life isn't full of darkness. Even if storms come to pass, the sun will shine again. No matter how painful and hard the rain may beat down on me," by Natsuki Takaya in "Fruits Basket".

SERGEY POV – THURSDAY, BEFORE THE FIGHT:

I arrived earlier in school once more, mostly to avoid listening to my father's sermons during breakfast about setting my head straight, saying it was good I had succeeded in the latest test and that this should have been the usual, and not one-time exception only. Because, of course, he couldn't just compliment me as every other normal person or parent would probably do; of course not. He had to throw back at me the fact I generally never did so well in school, as he expected higher performances from me, declaring that one success wasn't enough to prove anything. It had to be consistent and I had to work hard for that. What burned inside of me and made me so angry was the fact I knew he was right, the fact he was saying something absolutely, damn right and accurate, since I could see it applied on the situation with Viola.

Being nice one day and being a complete piece of crap the following? This was wrong and completely twisted. My father was a gigantic, stuck-up pain in the neck, possibly seeing only a failure in me, but he had a point in that and the fact he had a point made me furious, wanting to deny it. Ahhh...I was so pathetic and screwed up that it no longer was funny. All I did was only whining around like some lame kid and I had to make it stop, in a freaking way or another.

I walked to my locker, but first decided to go for hers, wanting to see if Viola as well arrived early and my heart thumped strongly as my eyes took in her beautiful and breath-stealing figure, the fact her long, purple-pink hair was pulled back in a very intricated tress, a colourful dress wrapping around her and ending in a large skirt with tons of that fluffy material she called tulle, exposing her perfectly shaped legs, giving her an ethereal and fairy-like look. My mouth dried up as I couldn't help roaming her figure and trying to swallow down what that stirred inside of me, how my hands almost shook.

God...she was so beautiful and the loud, yet twitting sound of her laughter rendered me completely numb to anything else. I was sucked by its melody and all I wanted was to make her laugh in such way with me, imagining the smile she must have had in that moment.