Belonging

Chapter Fourteen

Xavier Smith
His home, Atlanta, GA
4:27 AM
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Next Tuesday

Once Xavier woke up he was hit with a wave of nausea immediately. The aftereffects of the alcohol was settling into his system quicker than needed. He groaned as his head began to pound more and more, and he felt around his bed for his glasses or phone.

Instead of those two, he felt...skin? Wait no....IS THIS A FUCKIN ARM? Xavier shot up, and groaned even more.

"Awl fuck. This shi hurts." He winced as the headache intensified. Looking around the dark room, he couldn't see much.

Just a soft stream of light peaking from
under the bedroom door.

Xavier looked over to his left and saw the outline of the mysterious body. He looked to the right to grab his phone from the night stand, and proceeded to shine the flashlight onto the person.

"Jayce what the fuck."

The other man groaned and snuggled deeper into the thick, gray comforter. Xavier stood up out of the bed, and snatched the covers back.

Jayce let out a huff of air before turning over on his side and falling back to sleep.

The older walked further onto the left side, and leaned over Jayce's limp body.

He leaned further down before whispering into the sleeping man's ear, "Wake up ." Jayce grumbled under his breath before finally opening his eyes.

"Bro go back to sleep. Leave me alone." Jayce swatted at Xavier's face and turned back over.

"Go back to sleep?" Xavier looked around at his imaginary cameras to see if they heard the shit he heard, " Are you slow? You not even supposed to be here. I told yo ass to kick rocks yesterday the fuck!?"

Jayce turned his head to stare at the man for a moment. He continued to stare at his disheveled form before sitting upright.

Xavier observed as the taller slid his hand under the fluffy navy blue pillow and took the phone out from under.

He scrolled for a moment, clicking random things, before turning the screen around to show Xavier the messages.

"Ian lying. You asked me to come over, so I did, and now you're mad at me?"He asked while handing the phone over to Xay.

The older man skimmed through the messages before huffing and sliding a hand down his face.

"Okay now leave."

Jayce decided to stand up fully, successfully cornering the other. "Listen baby," He whispered into the heavy atmosphere, " We not done. This—what we got, what we've made, it's not done."

Xavier looked at him jarringly, "What the fuck are you on? There was nothing in the first place oh my fuckin god." He tried to shuffle past that males large body, but Jayce just caught his waist and maneuvered him towards the bed.

"Sit down and breathe." Jayce instructed.

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'A Boy Is a Gun' by Tyler, the Creator was blasting through my headphones as I kept a steady jogging pace along the cement trail.

The slight chill of the winter air was starting to make my nose redden, but I couldn't stop.

If I broke the pace of my running even a little, all the worries I've been trying to keep subdued would come out in waves.

The sky was starting to become progressively more cloudy, amplifying the coldness, so I pushed myself even harder.

Definitely wasn't using the weather as an excuse.