Black Sheep

I don't share my food, angel.

I stretch my sore limbs, shaking off the initial stiffness. I'd started pulling all-nighters in the library in a vain attempt of avoiding Xavier and abolishing his plans to get in every White sister's pants. 

The amount of studying I'd managed to do and the number of backaches I'd experienced this week were sky high but on the brighter side, I successfully avoided Xavier. Staying in my dorm room, eating lunches in the cafeteria with Stella, Sam, and Austin, and sitting in the back row during my classes increased the chances of a serendipitous encounter with Xavier. 

Arriving at my dorm room at 2 in the morning ensured that I would avoid Xavier at all costs. I stuff my belongings in my tote bag and trudge to my dorm. Xavier's vulnerability and intimacy have created an awkward atmosphere between us. I don't know how I feel about Xavier, yet. One minute he's a gentleman, the next he's the devil's spawn hooking up with my sisters. 

Regardless, his every affectionate move makes me grin and causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach whilst every hook-up rumor that spreads through our hallways like wildfire causes my heart to bleed. Impossible emotions, unless I was madly, hopelessly crushing on my cute dormmate and becoming the biggest cliche in the book. 

I stealthily tiptoe to my dorm and slide the door open. The silk of my sheets and the comfort of my bed instead of a hard table have me grinning like an idiot until a sight stops me; Caitlyn sitting on the dinner table with her back towards me, her clothes discarded onto the floor. Yet seeing my sister's naked back isn't as traumatizing as seeing your crush violently ram into her with his clothes on. Just shows how much he respects her. 

A painful tug at my heart causes me to stiffen and blink back the tears, Xavier catches my gaze and for a moment pain flickers through them before they harden and become two cold pools of ice. "So your sister", he speaks, his gaze transfixed on me, and from the looks of it, he's not really enjoying being with Caitlyn. She moans in response and he repeats himself, "your sister", he says louder, violently slamming into her to prove his point. She wraps her hands around his neck and his slide to her waist as he pulls her closer. A thin layer of sweat coats them both and my breath hitches in my throat. My cheeks may be flush but I wasn't embarrassed enough to turn away. I was broken. 

She freezes, clawing at his shoulder, "don't talk about them." Xavier smirks at me before lowering himself and joining their lips in a messy kiss. His eyes remain transfixed on me as runs his hand through her coffee brown locks and smear her lipstick across her face. "Noelle's a bitch and Brooks a brat." My eyes widen at her statement. What is her problem with every female on the planet who doesn't do her shady bidding? 

Xavier doesn't respond, only ramming into her harder as if he were punishing her and a pained moan escapes her lips. I wipe the stray tear that rolls down my cheek. What happened to liking me? Us not being a fling? Did it dissipate like water vapor? Empty words hurt more than broken promises.

Therefore, I won't be weak. I throw my nose in the air defiantly and walk into my room. Loudly slamming the door shut for good measure. At least respect my privacy. Assholes. 

I make a beeline for the bed and slam myself into the plush pillows. A pillow is a girl's best friend. It'll listen to your wailing. Won't judge you for your mistakes, choices, and regrets. Won't tell anyone your secrets and comfort you. 

If only all friends were like that.