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Chapter 2

I couldn't contain my happiness all through our ride to school, it seems like one of the happiest days of my life of making Xavier angry even though I hate our new school. The stern look on Xavier's face could tell that he would kill me if he had the chance but he wouldn't want to go to jail.

   My only fear was the way he kept driving rough at full speed, at times I would think we might clash with another car and find ourselves at the hospital. With my eyes closed, the seat belt holding me back to the front chair, my right hand on my stomach and the left on my lips I kept praying not to throw up.

   Mum had prepared my best meal, cornflakes and we all had to eat it, after all, she is mum and we all do whatever she says. Even when she knew Xavier hates corn flake, she still made him eat it or he goes to school hungry if he can not make himself what to eat.

   "I think I will puke if you don't slow down" I managed to say to Xavier who just look at me then smirked "Xavier, please slow down"

  He totally ignored him driving as recklessly as he could. The worst part is that he never gets caught when driving beyond the limit, he seems like he is invisible. In several cases, I had begged my Dad to let me get a driving license but he says I am too short to see the road while driving.

   Since Dad gave Xavier his car he had refused to let me even learn how to drive, he said I will kill people before reaching my destination.

   "Xavier I will puke all over your rug if you don't slow down" I yelled holding my stomach.

   Just like Xavier decided to listen to me he stopped, his mischievous face stared at my red face as he looked at his face in the mirror and arranged his hair. He flashed his killer smile then nodded in satisfaction.

   "Have the worst day, Candy" He said with a smirk on his face.

   Xavier threw his bag pack over his left shoulder as he jumped down from the truck and walked over to my side to open the door for me. His signature smirk was still on his face as helped me down then brought out his phone from his pocket.

   I refuse to pay attention to his strange act because I wasn't feeling well, with my bag pack over my back I moved away from him with my palm over my stomach and mouth. No matter how I try not to throw up, it just keeps threatening to come out through my nose.

   I noticed a flower garden in front of me and I rushed towards it, I held my hair up and began to offload what had been threatening to come out. After making sure nothing was left in my stomach, I stood still staring at the meds I had made.

   "Xavier must pay for it," I said in annoyance as I turned back to see him filming me "What the heck are you doing?"

  Xavier grinned, he moved his face away from his phone, stuck out his tongue, and closed one of his eyes. He blew kisses at me and went back to his previous position.

   "Say hi Candy" He mumbled "Do not forget to have a worst day" he put his phone back into his pocket and walked away laughing to himself.

   Resentment flowed through my veins, I imagine what he would do with such disgusting video and cringe. I wiped my mouth clean with the back of my hand and moved away from the parking lot then something came into my mind.

   "Oh, Xavier!" I exclaimed.

  The last time he told a weird picture of me sleeping with my legs and arms apart. Saliva was also coming out from my mouth and my eyes weren't fully closed because he was trying to take me up.

   I remember how many views, likes, comments, and shares I got from that post. I became popular for a while on social media and my street even till we left Florida. I panicked as I remember what I had to go through, covering my face with my mom's hat every day.

  "You better don't mess with me!" I yelled as I ran in his direction.

   I couldn't get myself to concentrate on where I was going until I bumped into a hard pile of warm flesh and fell hard on my butt. I knew it wasn't a wall because he had his hands around me for a second before letting me fall.

   I was about complaining and yelling at Xavier until I looked up to see a strange face staring at me. His hair seems a bit rough and was covering almost half of his eyes. His lower lips had a little cut with a stick of cigarette, it had no fire on it, it could be he was about smoking in school.

  He lowered himself and grabbed me by my collar, his grey eyes states emotionlessly at me before he finally let go and cracked his knuckles. I noticed he had a bandage on both hands and something that looked like a bloodstain on the white bandage of his left fist.

     "Keep your eyes open next time and not your mouth," his scary voice said before he left.

  I released my breath I didn't realize I was holding for long as soon he left. Without being told I helped myself to my feet and rushed to class. I couldn't stop thinking about his face and intimidating grey eyes, let's not talk about his harsh voice yet because I think I released a few drops of urine in my undies.

  I pushed the door open to interrupt a very peaceful class. Everyone turned to look at me with different emotions, some were trying hard not to laugh, some laughing already while some just had the plain look.

  Mrs. Clinton our literature teacher stared at me with surprise, her mouth was slightly opened and there was what looked like a scowl on her makeup-baked face.

   "Emilia Johnson" Mrs. Clinton started "Do you mind explaining why you are just joining my class now looking like you just-"

   "Just had sex" someone yelled for the class causing the rest to burst into laughter.

  "That's detention, Nigel" Mrs. Clinton snapped, she turned to me then pointed to the only empty seat left which is near Nigel "Have your seat and meet me at my office after this class"

   I mentally rolled my eyes and walked to my seat. The whole day wasn't as I expected as everyone kept staring at me.

  As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about the dangerous boy that had almost knocked me out. There was something captivating about his eyes I seem not to be understood

 

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