Aria's POV:
Xavier sat at the dining table wearing old, plaid pajamas. Ever since last night, when Ian was killed, and he mentioned his crazy "mixed messages" theory, I haven't spoken to him.
"You look nice this morning, Aria," he mumbled, looking up at me from his cereal. I shot him a dirty look. "Not in the mood to talk, I see." I wanted to walk over there, smack him in the face and tell him to get out. But Ella would hate me. I didn't look nice this morning. I had bed-head and put on my thickest pajamas. Not like he'd come over to me and rip them off or anything. I ate my cereal as Mike started getting ready to leave for school. "Need a ride to school?" Xavier asked as Mike left. "I'll walk, thank you." Xavier looked hurt for a second, but when I blinked, he had that stupid smug look plastered on his perfect face. Why do I keep spazzing over him when I'm supposed to hate him?
I locked my room door as I got dressed and headed down the stairs. As I grabbed for my backpack, Xavier was walking towards me but stopped dead when Ella came down the stairs. "Hey, Ella," he smiled as Ella hugged him. He watched over Ella's shoulders as I left. That creep.
To be continued...