Legacy

SIX

Chapter Six: Slender man type scary.

L U C A S

Xander wasn't talking to me and it wasn't because he was annoyed at me for not opening the door for him. It was because he was completely and utterly shocked by the only other person in the room.

"Dude..." he trailed off, the shocked expression not wiping off his face. I rolled my eyes at him, motioning him to continue. He pointed at Delaney, waving his other arm around the place. "Are you seeing her? How fucking high am I?"

"Jesus, Xan. Can't you just say hello and fuck off?"

Xander looked at me as if I was the crazy one. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "I shouldn't have done fucking that much shit last night. Fucking hell. What the fuck is happening right now?"

"Is your vocabulary limited to the word fuck?"

I glanced at Delaney, seeing an amused look on her face as she stared at Xander. I wasn't expecting her to talk to him, never even thought she'd insult him like that. Although, it wasn't malice, it was a joke. Something to lighten the mood that Xander had made much heavier than needed.

But she never left. Delaney stayed. I suppressed a smile at the fact and looked towards a flabbergasted Xander. He was once again waving his lanky arms around the place, but in the general direction of Delaney.

"Why the hell is she insulting me?" He turned towards me, "Did you tell her about my limited vocabulary?"

"It's not exactly hard to figure it out, Xan."

Xander shook his head, "You're dead to me, man. Dead to me. I'm never sharing my blunt with you ever again."

I rolled my eyes at him, watching him take the pink vape out of his pocket. He took a drag off it and then pointed it at Delaney, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. Pink lemonade, it was a nice smell.

"And for your information, Delaney. I tried to read the dictionary, but that shit is boring as fuck. The author has no imagination, just a bunch of words on the page. You can't expect me to sit there and read all them pages of big long words that I can't pronounce. Who the fuck needs to know what Pneumo-tramp-pee-croc-oesophagus-volcano-eye-sis is?"

I blinked at him, "What?"

"Are you trying to say Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?" Delaney asked him, an amused expression on her face.

Xander nodded, "That's exactly what I said."

"That is definitely not what you said. Maybe you should've got the audiobook."

I wasn't even going to question how Delaney knew that word. I knew that she was interested in knowing weird facts incase she ever got into a surprise trivia quiz, but honestly I have no idea how she got that from what Xander said.

"You both do know that the dictionary isn't an actual book you read, right?"

I blinked at her. Did she actually think we were that dumb. She couldn't possibly think that we were–

"Of course it is," Xander muttered out with the pink vape between his lips, "Some Collin dude wrote it. Everest gave it to me for my birthday. That shithead is the worst gift giver. He knows I'm dyslexic and he buys me a book."

"He gave you a signed guitar pic too, idiot."

Xander's mouth shaped into an 'o' and I rolled my eyes at his forgetfulness, turning towards Delaney who looked genuinely concerned. "You do know that–it's not actually–Xander you can't possibly–"