Xavier's Confession

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15. Something deeper and genuine

“What?” She asked me.

I took time to check her out. She had make-ups on, highlighting her eyes and cheekbones and it looked good on her. Her lips looked even extra appealing with that light dab of lipgloss, if I may add. I dragged my eyes down till her toes, taking in her outfit; a nice dress with floral prints and pumps. A small sling bag hanging sideways across her bodice.

She looked really good.

“You look good,” I said.

“Oh. I . . . Um. It’s . . .” She stuttered bashfully, cleared her throat and replied, “Brittany and Kendra’s hard work.”

I felt my eyebrows furrow together as I watched how uneasily she was handling the honest compliment. It saddened me that some girls really didn’t know how to just accept compliment we give them, especially about their looks. And I definitely didn’t want Alana to be one of them. She should know she’s beautiful too. I wanted her to know.

“I said You. Look. Good,” I said again, word after word so that she knew I meant it and that I didn’t just say it for the sake of just saying. Then I smiled at her.

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” She replied, looking down on her shoes with dashes of pink shades brushed across her cheeks.

Honestly, sometimes it was really hard to fathom how anybody could be so cute.

With every moment I spent with her, I seemed to be getting more and more lost in her charm. At times, she still seemed just like a little kid; the kid I met and fell head over heels for in elementary. I could still remember the tiny, bow hairpins she wore to school when I saw her for the very first time. She looked really pretty.

She brought her eyes back at me some seconds later; those rosy cheeks not as red as before but her eyes, still bright and beautiful as ever, blinking like the glimmer of stars . . .

“It was an awesome gig,” she said and it snapped me out from the enchantment I was drowning in.

I realized I’d been having a weird smile on my lips the whole time as I stared at her.

“Glad you could show up.” I quickly replied with a shrug and drank my beer to hide the weird smile.

Then noticing the mask in her hand again, I chuckled faintly, “A mask. For real.”

And she laughed back. Now she was finding the whole thing silly.

Yeah. She’s one of a kind.

“Why were you running away from me?” I asked lightly with a smirk so that she knew I wasn’t going to murder her for that.

“I didn’t want to deal with your narcissism which is clearly ten times the size of Texas, that’s why,” she replied without a bit of hesitation.

Oh, really?

I laughed, shaking my head, and flirted, “It seems more like you were afraid you would fall in love with me.”

Her lips parted a bit in surprise but she soon answered back, “This is exactly why I was running away.”

I chuckled in return.

Let’s just say you win.

“I wasn’t expecting you here.”

“Neither did I. But even more, I didn’t expect you on the stage.”

“Come on. Doesn’t this face spell rock star clear enough?” I replied cockily.

She rolled her eyes, making me laugh again.

“Who did you come with?”

“Kendra. Brittany. Connor.”

I nodded. “I didn’t think you would be interested so I didn’t tell you. But even if I had asked you to come, you would’ve only refused anyway, wouldn’t you?”

She thought for a moment and shrugged. “Probably. But that depends on either it’s a party or a concert. I might’ve agreed for the concert but not the party.”

“But here you are. In a party after the concert.”

She shrugged it off again.

I stared at her again. There was something about her that was so attractive and addictive. She was like the diamond in the rough, the spotlighted one. I could just watch her all day and never get fed up. Told you I might have Alana Fetish.

If only she’d give me a chance.

I didn’t only want her. I wanted to be with her.

By now, I could feel that my feelings for her weren’t just a crush. Let’s not get too far for now but, I could really feel . . . something more beating within me, something deeper and genuine.

“Ouch!” She winced when somebody knocked on to her side.

I instinctively pulled her towards me so that she dodged half the impact. I threw my beer down, grabbed the collar of the guy and pushed him away from her.

“Watch it,” I rasped at him, pissed and irritatedly.

“Sorry, man.” He put his hands up.

I felt like snapping his head off for hurting my Mongrel. But since he looked sincere enough with his apology, I grant him the generous mercy to return home with his ass in place.

Nodding apologetically to Alana, he walked away with my glare burning into his back.

“You okay?” I asked, looking down on her.

She stared up at me with her big eyes in a kind of surprise. Only then did I realized I was holding her close to my body, like real close.

She cleared her throat a little again and discreetly moved out of my hold, “Yeah. Thanks.”

It felt amazing to hold her but it was pretty much awkward at the same time considering the situation and our not-so-close relationship, so I just blamed everything on the guy.

“Asshole,” I grumbled as I continued to watch his retreating back.

“How often do you that?” She smiled at me.

“Do what?”

“That don’t-mess-around look.”

Sending a hand through my hair with a soft laugh, I answered, “Only when it’s necessary.”

“Did you see me in the kitchen?”


“Then how did you know it was me?”

I could’ve straight answered I just saw her but, me being the kind of jerk who liked teasing her, I replied a completely twisted answer with a naughty grin, “I didn’t have to look anywhere else but the pair of original bottoms.”

She widened her eyes with a gasp. I laughed out loud.

“Pervert!!” She laughed out too.

What the fuck?!

My laughter just disappeared all at once.

“What did you just call him, bitch?” Alexis suddenly appeared in front of me.

Holy shit.

Before another second, I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her away from Alana.

Alexis screamed, “Put me down, Xavi!! I’ll teach this bitch a lesson!!!”

“She didn’t mean it, Alex!” I said, dragging her away from my Mongrel.

Alexis and her anger combined together literally equalled to an atom bomb explosion. She screamed and kicked in my arms, throwing her arms towards Alana so she she could just rain hell on her.

I wasn’t going to let that happen.

All the while, Alana just stood there like a statue, shocked and stunned. She had no idea what was going on. She didn’t even know what she should do. She just blinked and stared at Alex like a scared little kid.

I was handling a raging Alexis, but even then when I caught glimpses of my Mongrel as I dragged Alex out of the room, I thought my Mongrel looked even more adorable as she stood there wide eyed, blinking rapidly and looking just so lost.

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