Silhouette

By Hermyne_Khaling All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Humor

Chapter 46

After the gig ended, we, our group, huddled in one corner like a pack, drinking our drinks and just chatting among ourselves. Kendra and Connor were already dancing.

Hunt grabbed Brittany’s hand and pulled her up saying, “Let’s see if you have any idea what dancing is.”

Brittany raised an eyebrow, “Really? Hunt? Let’s see if you can keep up with me.”

She walked past him confidently and instead of Hunt leading the way, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the crowd. We, those who remained, laughed behind them. Xavier and I sat close to each other on a couch. He had an arm lazily draped around me and his face buried in the crook of my neck.

He whispered into my ear, “Come on. Let’s go Salsa.”

I looked at him. Our eyes met. We held each other’s gazes for a few second. And then we laughed. He stood up and pulled me up too.

“Are you guys intentionally making me sad?” Scott implored with puppy eyes, looking up at us.

Xavier snorted and said with a notorious smirk, “If you wanna be happy like me, find a girl or even better... Matt’s right there for you.”

Scott looked at Matt who was sitting on the same couch and blinked at him suggestively, “Matt?”

“Fuck off, asshole!” Matt whacked his head with a cringe and we all simultaneously burst into laughter.

Scott laughed his funny way of laughing like a hyena, his shoulders shaking and his voice hitching continuously.

Leaving them behind, Xavier led me to the dark dance floor. My heartbeat was a bit erratic at the thought of club dancing with him. I sent a silent prayer of thanks to God in my mind for the dance lessons I had with Brit when we first came here.

When we had moved enough into the crowd, he lifted our entangled hands over my head and spun me. My back came in contact with his chest. His hands travelled down the sides of my torso, framing my curves. Holding me by my waist, we began to move with the music, our bodies slowly molding together as one. I lifted my hands and held his neck.

His breathing was hot against my neck and in that crowded dance floor, the only thing that my mind could actually think about in that moment was how the space between us had nothing but disappeared, the music guiding our movements. And when he tenderly kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear, I let out a soft gasp.

I turned back to face him. Even through the dark and crowded place, I could see his eyes, sparkling and passionate. The pupils were dilated and his hands had tightened the hold on my waist. Pulling each other closer, our foreheads met... our lips met. We held each other tight and kissed deeply. When we pulled back to breathe, he moaned in something like a protest, wanting more.

He took my hand and led me out of the crowd. I followed behind him. We found our way to a less crowded corner and kissing again once we were out of the dense crowd, he drove me against a wall in urgency. The back of my head hit the wall.

“Ouch,” I said and giggled.

“Sorry,” he laughed lightly under his breath.

I grabbed the collar of his blazer and pulled him in. He seemed to like my bold moves. He cracked a smile at that and his kissing became more passionate. We continued kissing and the humor of me hitting my head on the wall succumbed to our passion.

It’s funny how a kiss can make you forget everything. Xavier was certainly born to kiss. The movements of his lips were amazing and so provoking. And God, the sounds he made and that of his breathing; deep and sharp, if it wasn’t sexy. Listening to those, I felt like I was on fire. Want and desire ignited in me with each touch and moan, forming a tight knot in my stomach.

My eager fingers travelled through his hair. He picked me up against the wall. My legs went round his waist, wrapping him firmly. His left hand was around my waist, keeping me in place and his right hand was clutching my left thigh.

Urgency flowed through my veins like a river flow and I knew it had to be stopped. It wasn’t the right time. Neither was it the right place. Neither was I ready. But dear lord, when he was kissing me so good, it was hard to take control of any rational sense left in me. But I knew the boy wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

Boys are boys. In general, they have lesser control over their hormones.

“Xavier,” I gasped, taking his face in my hands.

He looked up at me like he was lost, just as I thought, like he couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Neither was his breathing any better than mine. Feeling amused somehow, I slowly smirked and then giggled.

Eventually realizing, he pecked my chin as his face crimsoned a bit and he sighed, “Oh geez. I have to be careful with you now. Kissing you is too good. It drives me crazy.”

I laughed and said, “You’re quite the insatiable kind, aren’t you.”

He put me down and smirked, “Only for you.”

He took my face in between his hands and kissed me once more, long and deep.

“That should be the last one for tonight,” he chuckled softly, “I have to start disciplining myself.”

I looked into his eyes. He was bashfully looking up at me with guilt adorably hinted in the beautiful brownness of his eyes. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

I whispered into his neck, “It’s not only you, Xavier. I like it too. Just as much as you do. Don’t blame everything to yourself. I’m right here with you.” I smiled.

With a slow smile, he hugged me back.


We left the corner. He held my hand and led me on. I followed behind him like before. We spotted Alex, Brittany and Hunt by the bar. We went over to them. Hunt smirked at us meaningfully. I wondered if he’d figured out what Xavier and I were up to.

Xavier didn’t seem to care. He ordered us drinks; two cokes and no ice. All of us were sitting on stools with our drinks at the bar when somebody behind us scoffed, “A girlfriend for real, Xavier.”

We looked back. It was the red head babe I last saw on Hunt’s party who dared sit on Xavier’s lap. That night, I didn’t feel half as bad as I was feeling now. That night, I didn’t even care much. That night, I wasn’t in love with Xavier. But this night, this night is different. This night, we came as lovers. This night, everything counts.

Now, seeing her and recalling the scene of her sitting on my man’s lap, all I felt like doing was empty some bullets on her and I was doing exactly that; emptying the bullets of my imaginary guns into her.

“Megan,” Xavier said.

His face was as blank as a blank page. Not even a dot of anything.

“Really. Xavier. Her over me?” I heard the condescension in her voice.

Clearly, she knew I wasn’t as hot as she was. Clearly.

Xavier moved down from his stool and stood in front of me, his protective instincts kicking in and blocking half of my Megan-view. She managed to send a deadly glare at me though. I glared back.

“What’s with the drama, Megan?” He said.

“Drama? What happened to all that we had? You’re just going to dump them like garbage?”

“We had nothing. Haven’t I told you enough?” Xavier’s reply was calm but dangerous.

“All that we did mean nothing to you?” She said it as if Xavier had hurt her, faking an expression which was almost as fragile as a China dish.

At this point, my imaginary gun had ran out of bullets and I had started stabbing her with a knife. As clear as I knew I wasn’t as hot as she was, I knew she was lying. She was only trying to plant doubt in me. How little she knew about us.

I sensed Xavier glaring dead into her eyes. By now, even though I was staring at the back of his head and not his face, I could decipher his expressions and all from just the way he was standing, his back, brooding and intimidating. She didn’t even flinch. She stared right back. Up until now, with the way she was staring off Xavier, she came across as the boldest person so far.

“None of us is eating your lies. Leave,” Xavier said, calm and frustrated.

Megan scoffed, “You guys just sleep around with any girl you want anytime and when it’s over, what. Nothing. You clearly are your father’s son.”

Father’s son?

Alex slammed her glass on the counter. Hunt cursed loudly. Me... I jumped down from my stool and without second thought, I hurled a fist at her. Xavier’s reflexes caught me by my waist and he pulled me back, preventing me from getting into a fight. Megan flinched back with a sharp gasp and an extremely horrified face replaced the previously stunning face of Megan.

“Let me go!” I screamed at Xavier.

“Alana! Hey. Hey.”

All hell broke lose for Miss Lancaster. Even while Xavier was pulling me back, I tried to reach out for her. I shouted and struggled in his hold. All I cared about then was to claw her eyes out. I wasn’t going to let her get away with that.

“How dare you say that!!What do you know about him, bitch!! I’ll kill you!!” I screamed at her on the top of my lungs.

“Let go of me, Xavier. Let go!!”

Everybody was now staring at me, the me, who was screaming and swearing like a mad woman high on sugar. I didn’t care a trifle about the attention though.

Nobody insult Xavier. And most importantly not in front of me.

Alex cheered me on in full support, “Go, get her, Alana!!”


All my pals were laughing their wits off. Apparently, they had no idea Dr. Lancaster’s goodie-two-shoes daughter was capable of brewing up a fight. We were outside the club. After my tantrum, we were requested to leave the place. All of us left like one united nation. Megan and I had a stare off at the entrance. I won. She left in her car the next minute.

Who can stand Mongrel’s glare? Only Xavier. I don’t know what does he like so much about it. Hot, he said. Like what? Megan just cringed and left.

Once we were out. The cold night air somewhat cooled my burning temper. My breathing calmed down. Alex squealed my name in delight and gave me one tight bear hug.

“You’re my new best friend!!” she proclaimed and laughed.

I chuckled back a bit. I didn’t want to laugh much. I was still feeling quite moody over what that bitch, Megan, said. I wasn’t over it yet.

Hunt came and high fived me, “You rocked better than we did!”

“That was seriously awesome, Alana,” Brittany grinned and chuckled.

“You’ve found the right girl, dude,” Hunt slapped Xavier’s shoulder.

Xavier chuckled and grinned at me. I looked away moodily. He kept staring at my left profile.

“I guess the other couple (Kendra and Connor) is still inside,” I said.

“Yeah. Guess they’re on the other side of the club. Only God knows what they’re up to,” Hunt grinned roguishly.

Matt and Scott were also still somewhere inside. Brittany’s curfew was almost over so she left with Hunt. Alex called Scott and Matt. The three of them left together. Xavier texted Connor that we were leaving the club too while I leaned on the wall with my hands folded across my chest and sulked away, still scheming up million plans in my head to murder the Megan bitch.

Putting away his phone, Xavier looked at my face and slowly smirked. He’d been watching my face and smirking the whole time since I went at Megan. Clearly, he found it funny that his Mongrel could have so much ferocity.

“Don’t smirk. And don’t look at me like that,” I said sullenly with a glare.

His smirk only grew more smirky and he eventually chuckled. I smirked back a little and looked away. He came, leaned on the wall with a forearm over my head while the other hand slowly coiled around my waist.

“You wanna go somewhere?” He asked softly as though he was offering candy to a sulking toddler.

Funny how I liked it in some way. I shook my head in response to his question, becoming even more sulky like a toddler he was dealing with.

“You wanna go home?”

I nodded. He smiled even more softly and soothingly. My heart just melted like wax.

“Okay then. Come on,” he pulled me up from the wall by my waist and we walked down towards the parking lot. Quietly.

We reached home but I didn’t wanna go in yet. I wanted to be with him for some more time, until the very last second of my curfew. He wanted to be with me longer too. So we took a stroll down towards the park, the same park where in a pond we fell into and ended up having one of the best make out session of the world.

As we walked hand in hand in the quiet street, he was still glancing at me time and again and he kept on smirking.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I said.

“Like what?” He grinned.

“Like that,” I said.

He chuckled and said, “You do have a temper, don’t you?”

“I have one horrible one that comes out not too often.”

He played with my fingers as he held my hand. We walked into the park. Just the two of us again but that fact didn’t make my mind reel off like an overused, breaking-down engine anymore. I had learned to feel more comfortable with him. I was gradually starting to get used to the intimacy we share after all those mind blowing make out sessions.

We sat down over the grass on the slightly sloping part near the pool, enjoying the serenity of the quiet night. We saw the water reflect the half moon. Although it wasn’t a full moon night, the reflection made me remember our date in Café du claire de lune. It was such a wonderful evening. We confessed our love and he told me so much about him. That night was a turning point in our relationship. From that night, our relationship grew more stronger and so did the connection between us.

Xavier lay down on the grass. I turned to him. He gently tugged at my wrist, signalling me to lie down with him. I met his eyes, deep and sparkling in the dim moonlight. I crouch down and lay my head over his chest. He instantly enfolded me in his arms and placed a tender kiss on my head. I wrapped my arm around his waist and settled into his embrace, my haven.

“Thanks for standing up for me, babe,” he said, stroking my back with strands of hair in between his fingers.

“I won’t let anybody insult you,” I replied, “Not ever.”

I felt him smile, “Just witnessed it half an hour ago,” and he chuckled, “To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to explode like that. It was a surprise for me too.”

“Well, what can I say. Even your Mongrel has some surprises up her sleeves.”

“You’re the best. I don’t wanna be with any other girl,” he said and kissed me deeply on my head again.

“I love the song. Thank you,” I breathed into his chest, breathing him in and relaxing into his comfort.

“Glad you do.”

“It’s my new favorite,” I looked up and grinned at him.

He let a low chuckle under his breath and pecked my lips. And then kissed it a little longer, softly and tenderly.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” I said lowly through the kiss.

He breathed for a moment and replied, pecking my lips delicately again, “Me too, baby. So damn much. I just wanna keep holding you like this.”

My arms tightened their hold around his waist, hating to let go, trying to get the thought of him leaving for a tour tomorrow out of my head. He wouldn’t be around for few days, not even a week, but I was already missing him like forlorn married women waiting for her husband to come back home from war. It’s funny how time had changed us. Few months back, I would’ve celebrated not having him around in school. And now? He’d sort of become my day and night. I giggled at the thought. He looked at me curiously.

“Can you believe this?” I asked, grinning comically.

“What?”

“Just look at what we are now. Looking back at how we met at the graveyard, it’s funny how things have changed,” I said.

He laughed, “I acted like a jerk. Or maybe I was.”

“What’s with the past tense? You’re still a jerk. The only difference is that I am now helplessly in love with this amazing jerk,” I smiled up at him.

With another laugh, he shook his head and said, “You’re a hard one to get, you know. Stubborn and obstinate.”

I giggled. He grinned and pinched my nose.

Caressing my face as he gently grazed my hair away from my face, he gazed into my eyes. Love and passion burned brightly in the gleam of his eyes as they locked with mine and gazed on at me.

“But I got you.”

His gaze deepened into mine and then his eyes widened.

“But. I. Got. You,” he drawled like he was still trying to grasp the fact, “Holy shit. Are you really my girlfriend now?”

I laughed and answered, “I am your girlfriend now, jerk.”

He rested back on his back, looked up at the sky, grinned and then whooped loudly, startling me. Seconds later, after gaping at him, I laughed out.

“I’m so happy we’re together. I love you much, baby.” He said, pulling me closer to his body.

“I love you too.”

“I love you more.” He returned. “I just hope and pray that all these isn’t just a dream. Sometimes, it really scares me that all these might just be a dream and when I wake up... Just gone. I still get this fear sometimes in the morning. Really.”

I rolled over on my front next to him, propping my upper body with my elbows.

“Close your eyes,” I told him.

“What?”

“Just close your eyes,” I smiled.

“Alright, ma’am.” He did with a little smirk on his lips.

I watched his face. He looked so calm and absent of any worry. I brought my hands on both sides of his face and with the pad of my thumb, I stroked his cheek bones.

“Don’t open them until I say so.”

He lay quiet. The tip of my index fingers trailed his eyelids, his thick and long lashes, his dark and defined eyebrows. His breathing eased as did mine, easing into the tranquility of the night air. He was too handsome to be true. He wasn’t the only one with the fear. I was too. I needed to feed my fear the assurance that he wasn’t just a dream, that my love wasn’t just a dream.

I cupped his face with both hands, leaned down and pressed my lips to his, my eyes fluttering shut. His hands slowly came around my waist and he kissed back. Our deep and soft breathings mingled. We felt, we heard, we lived in it. Everything about that slow and feeling kiss was amazing.

I pulled back and opened my eyes. His eyes were still closed. I moved my body up closer to him so that my face would be the first thing he would see when he open his eyes.

“You can open them now,” I whispered.

He opened his eyes and saw me. Our eyes met. But he didn’t say a word. He just looked into my eyes, searching and begging for assurance.

I beamed at him and said, “I’m still here. It was all real. It wasn’t a dream.”

He didn’t reply. His eyes darkened and sparkled at the same time. I saw his jaws clench.

“Oh Alana,” he gasped and within seconds, he quickly picked me and pinned me below him.

I squealed with laughter. He claimed my mouth the very next moment; something I would never get fed up of. I braced his neck and kissed him back, giving him the assurance he needed.

“Thank you for giving me a chance and loving me back, Alana. Thank you so much,” he said and kissed my forehead.

“Well, I guess that kiss at the club wasn’t meant to be the last for tonight,” I joked.

He laughed, “Definitely not.”

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