Stuck between two bad boys

I woke up feeling slightly tired. Last night was a long night with bad dreams having me wake up at intervals. Saturdays are always stressful with mom asking me to help her out in her small garden.

I pushed the blanket out of my face and yawned, I turned to the side of my bed and found Xavier’s bed empty. Lord knows how tough it has been for me since that night. I’ve tried to see if I can remember the details of what really happened but all I remember is getting drunk.

I do not want to keep thinking of it, it’s crazy that whenever I try to remember, it’s Xavier’s fuming eyes and the way he carried me I can remember. I also remember Devin’s cologne and his arms wrapped around me. I can’t seem to think of anything else.

I finally got the courage to leave my room since I woke up. I have to help mom in the garden, she loves it when I do. I’m sure she must have begun before I get there but I can join her in making breakfast. I get my robe and wore it over my singlet and pants. it sat loosely on my body, leaving no space to visualize.

I stepped out of the room with the of checking for mom in her room. When I got to her room, I shove open the door and found the room empty. The bed was dressed and the light turned off. My face twitched as I scanned the room for Dad but he wasn’t there either.

I locked the door back, I should probably check outside. Walking to the door, I sighted Xavier in the sitting room. He was sitting comfortably with one of his legs on the couch. He looked like he had his bath and I just wondered for a minute if I really some up so late.

I had so many questions to ask Xavier but I didn’t know how to. I want to ask him what really happened so I can fill in the details of what I don’t remember but I know Xavier too well, he wouldn’t tell me. I want to ask about the guest he had yesterday, if it was a girl he has something with and if he has slept with her before. I want to ask why the fvck I have this migraine and if he can help me get something to eat.

His head turned in the direction of my shadow. I knew I couldn’t leave unnoticed anymore.

“Hey,” I greeted raising an eyebrow. It’s been the first since that night. Whenever he’s in the room with me, he does his best to avoid me, he sleeps backing me and most times wakes up earlier to do a few things so we don’t get caught up doing the same thing in the same place.

Since our chores were shared, he did his earlier and just stayed on the couch with his phone on his face.

“Hey,” he replied and turned back to the TV screen.

It was so obvious he was trying hard to ignore me. I hate that I feel weird because of it but I can’t force him to talk to me, not when we’re facing the consequence of my action.

He wore his favorite shorts, the blue checkers, and an ash hoodie over. He held his phone with one hand and performed multiple tasks.

“You slept well?” I managed to ask again.

“Yeah,” he nodded. He didn’t even return the question like courtesy would demand of a gentleman. Although I do not see Xavier as a gentleman and all, he wasn’t the type of guy to fvck you and leave you stranded. He would drive you back home and probably never call again if the sex was that shitty.

“Xavier?” He turned. “Yeah?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. Why?”

“It feels so.”

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Exactly, it was strange. I would admit right now that I love it when I catch him staring at me. It used to be so awkward at first, but I grew to like it. He’d give a quick smile and say “You’re beautiful when you’re asleep.”

I’ve heard countless compliments but Xavier’s still manages to top them all.

“Where’s mom?” I inquired changing the subject. I was yet to see her and her room was empty. If she was in the garden, I’d have heard her voice calling for Dad. She liked him around as much as she liked me helping her.

I had to ask Xavier because he didn’t sound like he wanted to keep talking about his strange behavior.

“Drove out.”

“And dad?”

“Accompanied her.”

“Where’d they go to?”

“I don’t know, to meet up with James or something.”

At the mention of James, my jaw clenched and my phone buzzed. My alarm was ringing an hour late. I snoozed it and shoved it into my pocket.

“Are you fine?”

“Sure.”

He was acting strange. I needed to understand what was happening. Did it have anything to do with that night and Nigel? Detention? The queen bees?

“Fvck,” I muttered under my breath.

I couldn’t recall everything but I knew Gabby, Eva and Nili were there. I could possibly check on their socials to see if they posted anything about me.

My heart raced faster as I checked Gabby’s account. She was the social butterfly in the group and had all the latest news on her timeline.

I checked and there was nothing. “Really? I asked myself. Unable to patch things together, I raised my head from my phone.

“What happened that night?” My silvery voice shook as I asked.

He threw a glance at me and studied my face for a minute. “I’m serious Xavier. Tell me what happened that night, what happened to-”

“Stop it okay? Nothing happened.”

He threw a frowning glance at me and a furrow appeared on my forehead. He knew he had to say something. He was hesitant at first but heaved a sigh and he rolled his eye.

“You got drunk, really really drunk. You were trying to dance but slipped and fell.”

I nodded, not sure I could buy his story or explanation. His attempt at lying wasn’t flawless, he couldn’t even look me in the eyes. I’m quite good at lying and I definitely know when someone isn’t in their truthful state.

He continued looking at the TV screen without enthusiasm. I had no idea why he was pretending to be engrossed in the TV show when he had no interest in shows.