From Mystery to Romance

An Emily Chapter: Xander?!?

I went inside Starbucks and found Xander at the checkout.

Shoot.

So this is the Starbucks he works at.

Xander used to always come to our house with his dad until we got North. His dad thought it was best for him to not come with him when there was an adopted baby around. He said it would be hard for him to understand that North's biological parents had some hard times and couldn't take care of her so they gave her to us. In other words: They didn't want North. My question here is why did they not want North? Why did it have to be North?

I got to the checkout, and Xander groaned, "What do you want?"

"Carmel frappuccino. And maybe a brownie." I said.

"I meant what do you want from me?" He told me.

"Exactly! Carmel frappuccino and a brownie." I repeated. 

"Ugh. Fine," He groaned, "Were you crying?"

Dang, it! He noticed.

"Why would you care?" I gave him a cold glare.

"I don't. I'm just wondering." He said.

I rolled my eyes, "Just get me my order." 

"Will do," Xander said as he got me my brownie.

I sat down at a table. Xander and I have never been the slightest to friends. He hated me. I guess it's because I was so clingy to him. Especially when Judith died. I guess all I wanted was a friend. And I knew he needed one. So, I tried. And I tried my hardest. But it didn't work out. Every time I tried to start a conversation with him, he would hate me more. Everyone did. I was useless. 

Unwanted. 

Lonely.

Dumb.

Hated.

My lips started to tremble. This would happen every time I'm about to cry. I didn't want to cry in public.

I looked up and found Xander staring at me. He gave me one look in the eye. He knew what was about to happen.

He took over making my drink so I wouldn't embarrass him at work.

"Emily," He had my drink in his hand.

I got up and grabbed the drink. I was about to say thanks, but I was about to cry any second now. So I walked out of the building. He wouldn't even care if I said anything.

I got to the park and was already sobbing. I cried. And I cried a lot. I was such a horrible person. With no use in life.

I stayed there for hours. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want my family to see me cry. Not like they would care.

After a couple of hours at the park, I realized my parents might start getting worried about me. I went home and left a puddle of tears on the playground.

I hoped that whoever came here next, would understand someone was hurt today.

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I went home and as I was parking my car, I noticed there was a huge white car there. Was it Mr. Gerkins? No. I doubt it. Because there was screaming inside.

Shouts.

Kicks.

Noises.

Crying.

I groaned. The Rogers were here again.

The Rogers were my parent's friends when they were a bit younger. High school years, I think.