This is the 4th chapter...
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From Previous chapter:
XAVIER'S POV "Xavier?" I couldn't believe my ears. I dropped the pen.
"Rachel…?" I barely whispered and looked up.
SAM'S POV
Uh, what did he just call me? Rachel?
I felt a little hurt at being called Rachel. Who was Rachel? Was she his girlfriend? Why am I even thinking of these questions? Ugh, focus, Sam!
I managed to stutter out, "No, it's Samantha from theatre class." He stared me. A few seconds ago, he had a vulnerable expression on his face. He looked so hurt, relieved and sad at the same time. Now, his features twisted and he looked away, "Yea?" he grunted. "Could I have an apple pie and water to go with it?" He shut the book he was flipping through and murmured a soft, "Okay." He took out a plate and a fork and set it on a tray, which he had set on the counter. He placed the apple pie on the plate with a bottle of mineral water next to it. "Here you go, that will be $5.30," he said while typing it into the cash register. "Thanks," I thought of a way to make him talk more, "Hey, can I have it to go?" He glanced at me for a second, then nodded. He packed it in a bag and handed it to me, "Anything else?"
I shook my head and he got back to reading his book. I fidgeted a little, not knowing what to ask for anymore. "Um, thanks anyways. See you at school." He grunted and I left the shop, walked home, with him in my mind the whole way.
XAVIER'S POV
"You little rodent!"
WHACK.
I grimace in pain as the leather whip made contact with my skin. It leaves a long red line, trailing down my back. I bit my lip, putting in all my effort to keep from crying out loud. He grins widely at me and raises his hand again, and threw a punch at my face, sending me sprawling across the room. I feel warm liquid trailing down my neck. I softly felt the back of my head, and when I pulled my hand away, dark, red liquid was dripping from it. I suddenly felt nauseous and dizzy. I knew I had to get to the hospital. I groaned as I struggled to my feet, and felt a blow to my knee. I heard a sickening crack as I fell to the floor. I scream.
He laughed, looking amused. He dragged me to my room by the back collar of my shirt and threw me onto the bed. "Sweet dreams, princess"'.
I gasped as I sat up in bed. Sweat had dampened my mattress. I sighed and wiped my face with the palms of my hands. I sat upright in bed for a few seconds. I pulled off the blankets and went to the bathroom. I lifted my shirt up and pull it over my head, exposing my body from neck to hips. I turned around, my fingers feeling my back. There it was; the scar. It was slowly healing, but the redness could still be seen.
I closed my eyes and washed my face. I went back to the bedroom, lied on my bed and closed my eyes; my last thought of Rachel.
Next morning
I woke up, and saw that it was drizzling. I cursed softly and jumped out of bed. I took a quick shower, and threw on a long sleeved plain black shirt followed by jeans and a pair of socks. I grabbed my hood jacket off the table and jogged downstairs. Jacob was having breakfast, while reading the newspaper. "Morning," I muttered and sat down next to Jacob. He nodded, and continued reading the newspaper. "What's up?" I asked after drinking a glass of water. He grunted, his eyes focused on the paper.
"Jake, man, can I
borrow your bike to get to school?"
"Yea, ok."
"Not
going to school today?"
"Nah, man. Feeling a little under the
weather"
"See you then,"
"Bye."
The bell rang as the students quickly made their way to their classrooms. I got up from under the tree and walked in, carrying my textbooks in my left hand. I was having Biology class now. I mentally groaned as I walked into the class. When I walked in, all the whispering and muttering ceased. Everyone looked up at me. No teacher was to be seen. I scanned the room for an empty seat. There was only one seat available, and it was next to the girl who bumped into me on my first day at school.
Samantha.
She was doodling something onto a book. I made my way to the seat. I sat down next to her and leaned back in my chair. She slowly put down her pen, and turned to look at me with her big brown eyes. Her lips slightly parted. She immediately looked away, but that was after I caught her blush.
It triggered me.
Her blush was so very adorable. I felt the corners of my mouth pull up and I looked at the floor. I heard light footsteps coming towards me, followed by a very annoying voice.
"Hey, Xavier!" Kelly chirped. She stood by my table, with her right hand pressing down onto it, and she pouted her lips, sticking out her waist. "Hi," I muttered. Samantha looked the other way, and I noticed she was trying to hide a smile. "So, what are you doing Saturday night?" she purred. Looking straight into her eye, I said, "Working."
That took her by surprise. "Oh, you work. Where?"
Doesn't this girl
ever give up?
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Samantha's
shoulders trembling. The girl was giggling!
I was amused, "At Black's Coffee Shop. I'm one of the waiters there."
She grinned, "Oh, my
cousin's boyfriend works there. What's his name…
Queen?"
"Quil."
"That's the one!" she clasped her hands together, "So when do you work? I could come drop by to check on you," she winked at me and trailed my arm with her finger. I coolly pulled my arm back and folded them against my chest, giving her a look.
She bit her lip, turned around and walked away. The minute she walked away, Samantha burst out laughing. I looked at her and she immediately covered her mouth, trying to stop laughing. I smirked a little. "What's so funny?" I asked her.
She chuckled, "Well, not the first time she's done that. Edward got it from her too."
"Edward – bronze hair, topaz eyes and tall?"
She nodded, "That's him."
"Well, why aren't you swooning over him like all the other girls?"
"Because… he isn't
my type."
"Do you even know him?"
"Nope."
"So how can you say
that?"
"I'm a really laid back person. Edward's a bit too
rocker-ish for me. I'm more into classical and opera, plus the
guy's a freaking genius. Although I moved here a month ago or so, I
already know what he's like."
I arched an eyebrow, a little impressed, "Well, what do you think about me?" Without hesitating, she opened her mouth and started talking.
"You're a loner. You distance yourself far from others. You've been hurt multiple times, and you have too many scars and bad memories from the past. You don't know and never want to feel because you're afraid of getting hurt again. You sleep every night restlessly, and you don't know whom to trust. You find it difficult to even talk to people."
She left me speechless. I didn't know what to say. Samantha was staring at me the whole time she said this. I must have had a really horrified expression on my face because she began apologizing. I waved her apologies away, smiling sadly, "No, you're very accurate." She sat quietly and looked down at the floor.
SAM'S POV
He sat there quietly, his hands clenched into fists. I looked away from him and focused on a mosquito flying. After what felt like an hour's silence, I decided that I must have had hurt his feelings. I turned to face him to apologize, but when I turned, he was a few inches away from my face. I stared into his brown eyes, and found myself lost in them. He cocked his head slightly to the right, and he came closer, till our noses were almost touching. Out of the corner of my eye, I made sure no one was paying attention to us. I noticed a lot were facing the other way, as we were sitting all the way to the back. My heart pumped faster, and all of a sudden, I felt dizzy. His lips parted and I could feel his warm breath on my lips. Suddenly, someone pushed me from behind and my lips crashed onto his.
Like a snake, he hissed and pulled away quickly, looking the other way.
I couldn't believe what just happened.
I felt hurt he pulled away.
Why did he?
The more important question is...
Was he about to kiss me?
XAVIER'S POV
The teacher walked in a few minutes later and I stared at the board, my head filled with questions. I needed answers, explanations. How could she sum me up so quickly when all she know is my name, age and where I work? How did she affect me like that? Was I actually going to kiss her? I shook my head. Focus, I told myself, forget it ever happened, and focus right now. I stared at the board, where a few sentences became a blur. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up abruptly, interrupting the class and went up to the teacher.
"Excuse Miss Rayne, I feel sick. May I go to the sick bay?"
"Go ahead, Mr. Xavier." She murmured.
I took long strides and ran out of the school building, and hid behind it somewhere till the bell rang. Students began pouring out of the school building's main door, and I saw Samantha in the crowd, her eyes searching the parking lot. I got up and began walking towards the crowd, hoping she wouldn't see me.
"Michael! Ow! Xavier!"
Shit.
I had to turn to look at her. We locked eyes. Suddenly, someone yanked her arm from behind, and I saw the same guy I saw her sitting with in the auditorium during theater class. I saw her protest angrily and he dragged her off into the building. Before she was dragged in, I caught a glimpse of her expression, her eyes pleading for me to follow. I pushed past the crowd and saw her disappear behind the doors. By the time I got through the doors, the hall was empty. I began walking, looking in through the classroom windows and in the bathrooms. I suddenly hear a distant bang, like it was someone crashing into a locker. I immediately ran towards the sound and saw her being slammed against the lockers repeatedly. Before I could take a step forward, I saw him slap her so hard, she fell to the ground. The next thing I knew, I had thrown him down the stairs. I turned my attention to Samantha, who was lying down on the floor, her body wrecking with sobs. Her hair was covering her face, and I pushed them back behind her ears. Her left cheek was bruised and she had a cut on her lower lip. Her eye was swollen and red. I gritted my teeth, "What did he do to you?" She tried to get up but nearly fell back. I caught her and carried her carefully. She moaned a little, her features scrunching up in pain. I grabbed her bag off the floor and began walking slowly as I didn't want to put her in any more pain. As I was walking out of the school building –still carrying her in my arms-, a teacher stopped me. "Excuse me! What's happened?" she exclaimed. I growled, "Ask the bastard, Michael, what he did to her."
I put her down on the pavement, and leaned her against my chest. I dug into her bag for her mobile, and fished it out. Luckily I had Jacob's number memorized, and so, I called him. He answered, and to make a long story short, he would be here to pick us up within a few minutes.
IN THE CAR
"What happened to her?" he asked, grimed. He clutched the steering wheel tightly, till his knuckles were pale. I merely shrugged. I didn't like telling the details. Samantha sat next to me in the back, cringed as the truck went over a couple of stones. "It hurts," she gasped as she clutched her stomach. I frowned. Why was she clutching her stomach? I didn't see him hit her there. Nevertheless, I rolled up her shirt and saw a huge blue-black bruise on the left side of it. I growled again, "When did this happen?!" I nearly shouted. She gasped in pain again, and whispered, "Yesterday…" Jacob looked at us in the review mirror, and pressed the pedal harder, and we were zooming past the trees.
We got to the hospital soon enough, and I carried her to the counter, and asked for a wheelchair, and immediate assistance. Within minutes, Samantha was then pushed into the doctor's room. I had to wait outside, and Jacob too. I found myself questioning myself…
Why was I so concerned about a girl I hardly knew?
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