The New Kind of Quiet

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 17

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"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"Cause I forgot" I admitted, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror.

"How do you forget that you have a date?"

"I don't know. I was busy with the private dances and I wasn't with my phone" I responded.

"You better find a way to make him forgive you" She sighed.

"I know, Kat. I'll call you if he answers"

I hung up the call and dialled Xavier's number.

"Xavier, I'm so sorry for ditching you. I swear I didn't mean it"

My voice faltered towards the end of the voice message before I hung up, draping the towel on my shoulder.

This was the tenth voice message I had sent to him and he hadn't responded; granted it was a few minutes past 1 in the morning.

I cursed entering my bedroom as I felt angry tears run down my face.

I don't know if it was because he was ignoring me or the stress of the week, plus everything that had been going on with Mila dawned on me at that time but I felt more and more tears pour down my face.

I fumbled with my phone, dialling his number again and it rang before going straight to voicemail.

"X-Xavier, fuck, I'm sorry. Just hear me out" I cried, more tears running down m

"So fucking adorable"

I jumped, startled by the voice before grabbing the nearest object to me - my hairbrush - and throwing it in the direction of the voice.

"Nice to see you too, princess" He said, rubbing his forehead as he came into view.

The moonlight coming from the window blinds made his face glow. His black hair was dishevelled, flying in all directions, his eyes were bloodshot and had bags under them and his clothes were dirty and torn.

He still looked as handsome as ever though.

"Stop looking at me like that, I'm not mad at you" He smiled as he walked towards me, cupping my face in his hands.

My mouth fell open as his fingers wiped away the tears from my face.

I don't know what overcame me at that particular moment, but the next thing I knew, my arms were wrapped around his neck, burying my face in his neck.

His body froze at first before his left arm quickly wrapped around my waist. I pulled away from him, keeping my arms around his neck as I sniffled, staring at him.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Are you okay?"

He flashed me a small smile, pulling away from me completely.

"Xavier, what-"

My eyes fell to his right hand which was firmly placed on the side of his stomach, a deep red stain very visible on his dirty black shirt.

"S-sorry" was all he said before he collapsed on the floor, his blood flowing onto the ground.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My legs moved on their own as I ran to Miles's room, clasping my hand firmly around my mouth to prevent myself from throwing up.

"What do you want so early-"