"You slept with Morgan?!" He shouts as he bolts up.
I quickly sit up and cover his mouth.
Why is he shouting, I thought he had an idea.
"Yes, I did." I slowly release his mouth.
"Can you not announce it to the world, which my mom is in," My voice is low.
He shifts back and rests his back on the hardboard.
He's not saying anything and his expression is hard to read.
What's with him?
"Why Did you do that?" His voice is small as he asks in a disappointed tone.
He's making me feel like I've done something wrong, something terrible.
"Because I wanted to," I say audibly.
He widens his eyes, with parted lips, looking at me like I've said something stupid.
"And I don't regret it." I sound defensive.
He shouldn't be acting this way. I thought he would be happy or make a joke out of it, but instead, he's judging me with his undescribable reaction.
He nods severely before lying back down. He turns off his lamp after saying 'good night,' which I could barely hear.
Wow, maybe some things have changed.
I thought we were going to stay up all night blathering and laughing.
I scoff and lie down.
I turn off the lamp. I close my eyes forcing myself to sleep.
Minutes later as I'm unable to go deep into sleep, I turn to Xavier.
I don't like the fact he's sleeping so peacefully and I'm not.
If I can't sleep then he doesn't get to have any either.
I raise my head and tap on his arm. "Xavier. Xavier." I call him in a hushed voice, but he seems to be deep in sleep.
"Xavier." This time I shake his arm, but still.
I rest my hand on his arm, accepting my failed attempt. But then the think ink bulges under my palm.
I peel up the clothing covering it.
I trail my hands on the writings.
Suddenly I'm filled with curiosity about what the writings may be.
I could easily check it out on the Internet, but I didn't because I thought he would tell me if he wanted me to know.
"Fuck this," I say under my breath, as I climb down the bed.
I sit at my desk and turn on my laptop. I search for its meaning on the internet.
I let in a fast breath. Shocks strike down my body like an electric wave.
Many thoughts flashed across my mind.
"It probably isn't me."
Just as I try to calm my nerves, I see Xavier rolling slightly on the bed, muttering something.
I rush to him.
"Xavier, Xavier." I smack his arm and his legs, but he isn't waking up.
He keeps on rolling on the bed muttering my name.
"Xavier wake up!" I shake his shoulders.
"Sam!" He shouts my name as he bolts up.
He's breathing heavily.
"Hey, it's just a dream." I touch his forehead. He's sweating a river.
"Oh my God." I drop down my hand, shocked.
The temperature is towards twenty degrees. how can he be sweating like this?
He places his hands on both sides of my face.
"Are you okay?" He struggles to say.
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Mystery / Thriller"I watched as my fifteen-year-old best friend stabbed his dad. Xavier wouldn't stop. He continued stabbing his dad. Blood splattering his face didn't stop him and he was done only when his dad was dead. Xavier looked at me and smiled. I could tell h...
