Touch in the darkness

•𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2•

•Vera Morales

"I'm going to be late if this fucking fatass doesn't drive quicker." I mumble to myself sitting on the steps of Xavier's place in a oversized t-shirt and booty shorts, super small ones that you wear under skirts.

For some reason when I told Kenzo to pick me up a nice outfit, he took that as a pink mini-skirt and black top that might as well be my bra. Sighing I take out a pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket and light one of the cancer sticks putting it between my lips.

I'm not usually a smoker I only smoke when I'm upset, need calming or my mind is fucked; right now the answer is all. "Why are you smoking? It's not good for you." A deep voice comes from behind.

"No shit it's bad, if it was good then I wouldn't be doing it" I blow the smoke at him rolling my eyes. "You're going to be late to school. I can drive you." He says unlocking his car.

"No fucking way I'm getting in that car with you. I'd rather gouge out my eyes then drive to school with you." He shakes his head laughing slightly "Whatever you say but I'm not covering for you when people ask where you are and why your late." Xavier closes the car door and leaves.

A couple minutes later I put out the cigarette since Kenzo finally came. "Could you be any slower?" I groaned getting inside the car. You might ask 'if he's too slow for you then why not just drive yourself?' To answer that, I would but my car is always in the shop for reasons; *cough* runningpeopleovermultipletimes.

"Straight to school?" Kenzo asks once I'm buckled. "Yep" I say leaning my head against the cool window as the car drives off on familiar roads to the University. "Thanks Kenz" getting out I sling my backpack over my shoulder.

I walk into my first class right as the bell rings and sit down in my assigned seat beside none other than the idiot who's bed I used last night. "Told you I wouldn't be late." Dropping my bag to the floor I grab a pen to doodle on my hand with, school's boring anyways.

Xavier ignores me paying attention to the discussion going on by the teacher. Unlike me, he cared about school for some reason. He was still known as "the badboy" but he was also known as a nerd for always focusing in class.

"Shit" I mutter as the professor comes around with what I'm assuming is a pop quiz. My assumptions are proved to be correct when he places a paper on my table with the words 'pop-quiz' in bold letters on the top of the page.

"Miss. Morales I'd appreciate it if you stopped defacing your body and used that pen to write the pop quiz" The professor says sitting back at his desk with a mug of coffee in his hand.

Coffee, I wish I had an iced coffee right now, or at least something to drink, it's so fucking hot in this classroom, I'm pretty sure I could bake cookies on my desk.

In response to the professor I roll my eyes continuing to 'deface my body' until I get bored of that and actually do the quiz in front of me. I'm not dumb I just don't like school, so I'll do the work, but on my own time.

I get the quiz done and decide to go on my phone until the period ends. "Are you going to the gala on Friday?" Xavier asks while I rush out of the class. "Yes I have to." I sigh remembering the 'party' that I've been dreading since my parents told me about it. "Cool, sorry but I already have a date cupcake." He pats my shoulder.