If We Ever Meet Again

9. Again

Xeria’s P.O.V

The photoshoot ended before dusk, and the sky was also looking exceptionally beautiful today, like a pink and yellow sky. I think that's why they scheduled it at that time.

"Your parents are going to think that I'm going to starve you with me, so have dinner with me today, ok?" Khaos says, walking beside me in the garden.

After he walked off, I helped Potato get out of his tuxedo, but before I could change, Khaos asked me to accompany him.

"Are you going to move in with me?" He asks.

"No," I bluntly reply, wrapping my arms around myself. It is getting cold now.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." he states, offering me his jacket, which he was carrying with him.

"That's good; at least I will be free from some drama." I smile, accepting the jacket.

Oh, the material is really nice; that's why he is always wearing these suits.

"And I have work here; till I figure out how to adjust everything, I will be staying here only." I add.

Or never; I will find a way until then to get away from you.

"You know you should just discard these thoughts." he chuckled, halting and pulling his hair back and then holding them.

"What thoughts?" I ask him, taking a dramatic turn to look at him.

"The same thoughts in which you think that you will get away from all this," he smirks.

"What makes you think that these are just thoughts?"

"I will put them into action, don't you worry," I retort, stepping towards him until we are inches apart.

"Futile efforts," he says, sliding his hands in his pockets and then leaning in.

"It must feel really bad losing, right, but develop a habit now; it's going to be like that from now on." I whisper in his ears, tip-toeing.

~

It was Saturday today, and I drove over to Quentin's place with Potato.

"How was it?" He asks, holding out the game controller to me.

"We need to think about a way to get away from all this." I say, pushing the keys.

"How much time do we have?"

"Like, when is your wedding scheduled?" He asks me, and I wonder when that is going to be.

I mean, looking back at the series of events, I had literally no control over any of them.

I did as I was asked to do. It's been what, like, four days since the shoot, and I haven't talked to Khaos ever since.

"It's Jake's wedding today." Quentin says, munching on the nacho.

"Are we invited?" I ask him, taking his bowl of nachos from him.

"Tarquin is attending." He says, snatching the bowl back.

Tarquin is Quentin's friend, the same age as us. I don't know much about him, but from the two-three times I have met him, he's one of the sweetest guys, unlike the ones I'm surrounded with.

"But I have an invitation too." Quentin announces.

"I also have it; you know, I'm acquainted with the bride's father." I tell him, and he gives me a wow look.

"Then what're we waiting for? "Let's go," He exclaims, standing up and taking the game controller from my hands.

"Quentin, we're not in school anymore." I groan, taking the controller back.