Stuck between two bad boys

Xavier knows how to ask the most annoying questions. I wasn’t even sneaking around, I just wanted to check what it was. He was the one sneaking around and stalking me.

I flung open the door and turned to my bed. I forced my eyes to close, I was trying hard to sleep but the moment I opened my eyes, I met Xavier’s stare on me. His eyes were fixed on my face and I just fretted.

A furrow appeared on my forehead but he didn’t move, he just kept staring. I wasn’t looking attractive, I knew because I was always conscious whenever he was close to me. I still had dark circles beneath my eyes because I cried for nothing earlier today. I wouldn’t really say it was nothing, my feelings can’t be regarded as nothing. I just had a mood swing that got triggered by speaking to James.

Why the hell is Xavier staring at me like that? “Cunt,” I cussed in an undertone.

I used my blanket to cover my face and shortly after that, I fell asleep under the blanket.

Now I was dreaming about Xavier. I have no idea what he’s saying but he’s gently huffing my stubborn hair away and smiling at me. I want to tell him I’m so mad at how he’s been ignoring me and then act as if nothing happened. I attempt to open my mouth but he closes them with his hands on my lips. I swallow the lump in my throat and the butterflies all dance in my tummy. He’s asking me to be quiet and I nod because I do not want to spoil the mood either. I remain calm looking back at his dark eyes. He raises his brows and a strand of his brown hair covers his forehead.

He says I look beautiful and wants to kiss me. I smile knowing how much I’ve wanted him to say it. I give him permission to and when he brings his lip close to mine, I open my eyes.

“What the heck, Jesus. Duck!” I screamed the moment I opened my green eyes.

Xavier was laying down on my bed and he was faced to me just the same way I saw it in my dream.

“You must be kidding me.”

I sprawled up, kicking my feet in the air.

“What the actual duck? you’re a freak, Xavier.”

“I know but why the hell are you talking in your dream? You called my name.”

Oh no! Did I?

Even if, I can’t admit that one bit.

“Hell no, I didn’t,” I huffed at him. I was already away from him but still close to the bed.

“Sure?” He was still in the position I found him, talking effortlessly.

“Look, even if I did. I was probably screaming at you to leave me the fvck alone. Why are you on my bed?”

I tried pushing him out of bed. The moment I realized my strength couldn’t match his weight, I grimaced and walked away.

“I was only checking if you’re alive.”

What the…

“Of course I am but guess what? Now I’m scared you’d stab me and suffocate me in my dream sometime,” I replied hands crossed on my chest.

“Maybe.”

“Why would you be staring at me while I’m asleep? And on my bed, right in my face!”

“I already told you,” he reluctantly replied. “To check if you were still alive.”

“Jesus! just get lost!” I blurted and stormed out of the room. He was unbelievably the most annoying person I ever met. I walked to the sitting room and waited there to cool off. When I gulped a glass of water and relaxed, I figured he didn’t come after me

If I’m being honest, I thought he was going to come behind me but he didn’t.

Who gets a girl angry and fails to follow her to apologize? Definitely my brother.

Stepbrother.

I doubt he had the slightest idea he got me scared and pissed. It all looks normal to him when in reality that was a freaky thing to do.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

When I waited in the sitting room for some extra minutes, I decided to check what he was doing. I tiptoed back to the room and peeped through the unlocked door. Xavier was still on my bed with his face pressed on it. He used the blanket I threw on him to cover his legs. The moment I got inside and touched him, he flinched.

He presumably wasn’t expecting me back in the room but it was our room for crying out loud and he was on my fucking bed, sleeping.

“What the fvck?” He flinched the moment I touched him.

“No, what the fvck??” I screamed back.

If there was anyone who needed an explanation, it was me. Why was he acting all calm, dovey, and whatever when he was ignoring my ass and giving me monosyllabic replies all day?

He didn’t move, he just looked at me and turned his head back to my pillow.

I should tell Mom I needed my privacy as a girl. We should probably move to another apartment so Xavier and I don’t need to share a room. Sharing the room with Xavier was already enough stress for me and I couldn’t afford to share my bed with him.

Our room was plain, I only had a few pictures of me hung on the wall and that was it. Two beds positioned opposite each other, a ceiling fan and a bulb we hardly used because we both preferred to sleep with the lights turned off.

Mum may not understand how much space I need as a girl but I think Dad will. I’ll just discuss it with them and have us move out.

Xavier wasn’t deeply asleep. If I said anything, I was very sure he’d hear it and smirk like the jerk he is!

I moved around the room thinking of an alternative. The couch in the sitting was an option but the temperature there was high and I don’t think I could cope.

I took the bare floor and had a sheet spread on the floor. I took one of my pillows from the bed and dressed it on the floor. It was going to be a night longer than usual but I’d rather sleep here than stay on the same bed with a guy who I hate and love.

He almost kissed me in my dream or was it my imagination? Whichever but the point is I couldn’t resist and I couldn’t stand my ground that he annoyed me. At that point, all I wanted was him and if I stay on that bed, it won’t be any different.