Truth, Lies, and the Space Inbetween

Chapter Eleven

Saturday finally rolled around after an agonisingly long week, and for once I wasn't spending the day with Xavier, or to be more apt, just Xavier.

Stopping my car, I let out a deep sigh. Ironically, the sky outside was overcast, threatening rain, much like my mood. I honestly didn't want to see Hunter today, much less have to talk to him, and even be near him to get this project done.

Eventually, I begrudgingly climbed out of my car and headed towards the front door of the boys' house. I take a deep breath and straighten my shirt before ringing the doorbell.

It takes a moment for someone to open the door, and I silently sigh in relief that it's Xavier not Hunter.

"Hey baby", he says, pulling me in for a tight hug, "You know you can just let yourself in yeah? You're more than welcome anytime".

"Thanks, I just felt a bit weird just walking into your house", I laugh slightly, pulling away after quickly kissing him.

"Come on", he says, pulling me towards the staircase, "Hunter's in the study".

I pull a face, but follow behind him, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder as we walk.

Entering the study, I take in the dark stained wood, with maroon accents and furniture complimenting it. Large bookcases span the length of two opposite walls, with expensive looking ornaments on shelves at intervals. A large desk sits in front of the window, facing the door. In the centre of the long room are two couches facing each other, with a large glass coffee table in between the two.

Hunter is sprawled across the couch on the right, tossing a ball in the air. As soon as we enter, he stops throwing it.

"Finally", he complains, standing up in one fluid motion, exposing a small section of his stomach as his shirt rides up. I have to concentrate really hard to not stare at it, which immediately seems weird. He's not that hot that I'd forget my boyfriend, so why was I subconsciously trying to look at him?

"You took forever", he continues, and anger sparks. How dare he?

"I said I'd be here at 11. Its 10.30", I reply coolly. Hunter rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Shall we do this then?" he says, doing a sweeping, obnoxious bow, ushering me into the room.

"Yeah, whatever", I mock, walking further into the room, still holding Xavier's hand.

"You can go now", Hunter says icily to Xavier, who boldly shakes his head.

"I think I'll stay, actually", he replies, sitting on the couch next to me.

Hunter pauses for a moment, daggers shooting towards Xavier, before he finally just shrugs and falls onto the other couch, stretched out with his feet propped up on the arm and his hands folded over his chest.

"So how do you want to do this?" he asks, strikingly blue eyes flicking over to me.

I shrug nonchalantly, pulling my sketchbook out of my bag and setting it on the table.