Stuck between two bad boys

For no reason I see this as planned work, if not, how would Xavier leave me to oversleep. The creepy part of it is that he is the first thing I see immediately after I opened my eyes.

“We are late” He grinned.

I bent my neck to get a good look at him fully dressed. Don’t tell me he is putting on one of his tee-shirt I have planned to steal but never find it.

Stretching, I rolled over to check for my phone which I found right where I had kept it, under my duvet.

Double-checking the time, I looked out the window and then back at the screen.

“Dadddddd!” I screamed, “I am late!!!”.

Jumping off the bed and dashing into the bathroom I stripped off my clothes and let the water pour down my head.

If not for my period, I swear I would have gone to school without having my bath.

I won’t want to smell like I just murdered a fish.

Making sure to wash well, especially my V area, I looked around to discover that I have made a huge mistake.

‘Damn I didn’t bring a new tampon and pants’.

At this point, I don’t know if I should be mad at myself for not bringing them or mad at myself for waking up late and not organing myself.

With my arms around me, I stood still shaking as the water began to dry from my body. A sharp but mild pain I am quite used to hit my lower abdomen and I felt it, that thick clogged blood moving down my thighs.

“Oh no,” I rolled my hair into a messy ponytail “Not now”.

At times when having my bath, I love to come in with my phone so I can change the songs to repeat my favorite song and text mum to ask what’s up for breakfast.

I know it’s weird for a white girl like me, a sixteen-year-old American to like a black man’s song. Mind you, I am not racist, I love everyone with a good heart and my celebrity crush aside K-pop.

Reggae all the way.

“I can help you, Emily”.

Xavier just doesn’t mean to say that, does he?

Acting like I didn’t hear him made me more embarrassed, I hate all this kind of awkwardness. I wish Mum and Dad could get a very good job and rent another apartment where I won’t have to share my room.

In silence, I just stood there watching the blood roll down my thighs. It’s actually more on my left than the right, it’s getting to my ankle and if I eventually let it dry up, I am sure u won’t forgive myself.

My eyes narrowed as I began to hear noises, like the sounds of scattering something. A pang of rage hit me as I groaned, he better not be letting out his anger on his things.

Yeah, I know but remember our deal is still on.

The deal is I have to do what he wants while he covers up for me about being in detention.

Since we haven’t been saying much to ourselves since yesterday morning, I just assume I will just do anything I feel he wants me to do.

“I am going out” I heard Xavier’s shaky voice “And I have packed your pants and tampons on the floor”.

He knocked twice on the food and waited. I swear I heard him sigh, he better not be getting frustrated because he is going to be a father to whosoever he marries and he will have nerd girls too.

“I brought six, two double colors each” I bet he should be counting “Two pinks, two of something that looks more like purple or… I can’t tell the color, and two white”.

Listening, I heard his footsteps retreat.

“I don’t know how many you will have to use” he sound worried “You know yesterday it was kinda much and I thought you might bleed to death and…”.

“Leave!”.

I just can’t keep hearing his… rubbish at this point. I thought he knew better when he yelled at me for not knowing my date now here he is thinking I will bleed to death.

Upon not hearing anything, I twisted the door handle a little. I didn’t really hear the room door open or close but I don’t k ow why I think he is gone.

Bringing out my head, I stretched to find Xavier seating on his bed with a bottle in his hand. Rolling my eyes, I noticed something on his thighs.

“I am sorry, I just think they would be good for your cramps”. Xavier shrugged.

This can’t be happening!

I snatched the tampons, pants, and the towel he had kept on the floor in front of the door. Getting myself ready as I walked out fresh with the towel around my chest, I looked around to see the room empty.

Can’t tell how I feel but I didn’t want to meet him and at the same time, I had wanted to thank him.

Ewwwww

If I thank him, he will just tho k we are on good terms and who knows what would happen next.

Walking out with both Dad and my mum can be depressing, especially when I see mum crying.

I know it’s hard to see your ex that you don’t hate but never talked about together with the one you love and always talk to. I had wanted to assume she is being so dramatic until Dave walked to his Lamborghini and turned to Xavier who was walking over to his truck.

“Hey!”.

“It’s Xavier” My stepbrother replied “Don’t think I am coming in that… Lambo”.

Dave grimed, he looked at my stepdad then back at Xavier who looked confused.

“Your dad wants you to enter” Dave smirked “Or you walk to school because I ripped out the tubes of your tyres last night”.

What!

The guts!!

I looked to find out Dave wasn’t lying. The proud look on his face when he looked at Mum and smiled sweetly which actually looks annoying made me want to hit him in the balls.

Mum moved a step forward but her current husband held her shoulders. He softly kissed her neck and stare up at Dave who wouldn’t stop glaring at him.

“You are fixing that before 12 today or I…”.

” That won’t be an issue, My queen” Dave replied “I can get a new one if you want”.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Now I see why mum never talks about him, he is an annoying asshole and I can’t believe I will be riding to school in a car with two people I hate so much.

Hesitating, I walked up to mum then my step Dad and hugged him.

“Should I be worried about them killing each other in the car?” I whispered.

My parents looked at Dave and then Xavier for a while. Clearly, they were worried but they don’t want that to be too obvious.

I followed Mum’s gaze outside the yard to see three black SUVs parked in front of the house. Each has two mean in black choky suit and black shades.

“Hell no! What the fuck is this?” I whispered.

“Your Dad is taking you and your brother to school with his yes-men so you don’t have to be worried,” Mum said through clenched teeth “Second, I hadrd that, so you are going to be grounded for a day”.

Seriously!

Grounding me in times like this?

What’s the crime in using a little f word.

What if she had found out about the four weeks of detention that I only served two weeks, what would she do? Ground me for life?

‘Perfect!’.