To Fall or Fight?

Chapter 3

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"Xavier, have I ever told you how funny you are?" I giggled. I was drunk, very very drunk and I knew Xavier was enjoying this.

"No you have not. Tell me some more things," Xavier said with a smirk on his face. We were sitting outside on my front porch and Xavier was across from me but all I could focus on was his naked torso. The tattoo on it to be exact.

"Xavier?" I questioned.

"Yes, Jessica?"

"Can I touch your abs?" I stared intently at his tatted muscular chest, wondering how his muscles would feel. See, sober Jessica would never ask that question, Hell she would never voluntarily be around Xavier to begin with.

Even drunk I could tell that Xavier was trying not to laugh at my question but let out a few chuckles as he responded, "Go right ahead. Although you're going to have to come closer."

I could hardly make out the ground because it was so dark out and being drunk was not helping. As I tried to stand and walk the few steps to Xavier, I tripped over my dress and fell right on top of him.

"Ooph! Jeez Jessica, could you be any more rough?" Xavier said letting out a few groans. I however, could not respond as I was finding it hard to get comfortable lying on top of Xavier. The dress was long and so I pulled it up until my hips- hoping that the wind wouldn't pick up to show my red lingerie- and straddled Xavier.

"Now this position is one that I like." Xavier said while smirking. He always smirks, cocky bastard. I would never have felt this confident if I was not drunk and knowing Xavier, I would come to regret this night even more than I already did.

I chose to ignore Xavier and focused on his body instead. I was currently sitting right on top of his "friend". Time to have some fun, I think.

I start to wiggle on top of Xavier pretending like I was trying to get comfortable but really just want to get a rise out of Xavier.

"Whoa calm down Jess, you don't want to awaken the beast." he said as he put his hands on my hips to keep me from moving around.

"But I am just trying to get comfy." I said whining.

"Okay, okay. Just uhh-" he said stopping as I continued to wiggle. "-no-no wiggling!" he said as I could feel his friend start to rise. Bingo. Mission accomplished.

Knowing that Xavier was close to being aroused I put my hands on his chest bending my back forward so that my ass dung into his front and I started to touch his chest.

"Okay, Jessica. You have got to stop!" Xavier said as he put his hands on my waist to make me get off of him and put me to the side. I stared at his chest first then moved my vision south to see a boner. If I was sober right now, I would laugh at his expression and the situation except I was starting to feel sleepy and sick from drinking so much.

"Xavier, I am sleepy." I said while closing my eyes.

"God first a boner, now I have to carry you?" he replied breathless. But all I could do was put my arms around him as he picked me up bridal style and carried me towards his car. As he carried me I could not help but pass out.

Happy eighteen fucking Birthday to myself.

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Ever wake up feeling like someone was stomping on your head? No? Well then you have not experienced a hangover before and up until today neither did I. I was always dedicated to gymnastics and so I avoided drinking because doing a flip while hung-over is suicidal. Literally.

Was it all a dream? I ask myself while opening my eyes only to see an unfamiliar room. Confusion overtakes my face until the door opens and jackass walks through. Lovely.

"Good morning, sleeping -whoa screw the beauty, you look like shit." Xavier Roach for you ladies and gentlemen. He is such a delightful person.

"Where the hell am I and why are you here?!" I demand wincing as my head starts to pound again. Ugh, why did I drink again? Oh right, because its good for forgetting shit.

"Here, take these. It'll help with the headache," Xavier says as he walks forward with a small pill and a glass of water. While taking the pill and cup of water I turn to analyze him.

"Are you trying to drug me so that you can rape me?" I blatantly ask him.

"What, like you were not doing enough of that yesterday?" he fires back quickly with a smirk on his face. Yesterday? I don't remember anything.

"Xavier, I can't remember anything." I sigh with annoyance. Never drinking again.

"Yesterday was your birthday. You ran out crying like a baby so I accompanied you and you tried to rape me. Ringing any bells?" My birthday, the speech, my bedroom, finding them. Oh god, it was all real. The realization of the current situation I was in made my eyes tear as I stared at the comforter, not wanting to meet Xavier's eyes.

"I need to get home." I say rubbing my eyes to avoid the tears from falling.

"The least you could do is tell me what is wrong," Xavier says while running his hand through his hair.

"Why? So you can tell everyone and make me feel like shit even more? No fucking thank you," I said angrily, hating my life as the seconds passed.

"I could have let you rot on your front porch, so the least you can do is be grateful. Where the fuck was your boyfriend when you were crying your eyes out? Huh? Where was he Jessica? Not there." If looks could kill I would be dead already. Xavier was glaring at me breathing heavily as though he wanted to punch more than just the wall. However, he does not have the right to be mad.

"Fuck you, Xavier. I hope you rot in Hell," I say, wincing as I abruptly get off the bed.

"Where was your boyfriend, huh? Where was he when you were drunk and acting like a bitch?" He continued asking the same question over and over again. He wanted to know? I'll fucking tell him.

"He was FUCKING my best friend in my bed! Is that what you wanted to hear?" I reply breathily heavily feeling the tears ready to come out. I needed to leave now. Xavier was standing right in front of the door and as I went to go past him he grabbed my arm.

"Let me go." I whisper quietly. I was just so sick and tired of this, all of it.

"I'm sorry.. I-I didn't know." He says while running his free hand through his hair but not loosening his grip on my wrist.

"Well now you know. Go, go tell the entire world. I don't give a shit." I did not deserve this.

"Do you really believe I would do that," he whispers not at all sounding like himself. Well I never believed Luke would cheat on me but I mean there's a first time for everything.

"Clearly my judgment towards people needs some work," I respond, laughing sarcastically. "Now let me go Xavier. I don't have time for your games." I had to get home.

"Come, I'll take you," he says as his grip loosens and he walks past the door. So I was at Xavier's house. It looked like mine, but less lived in.

The car ride was silent as I tried to keep the tears from flowing and I could tell Xavier felt awkward about my confession and decided to stay quiet. Shocker.

"Thanks," I say quietly slipping out of the car still wearing my dress from last night.

"Luke doesn't deserve you. Nobody does," he says before he drives away. What? What did he mean?

I take baby steps towards the front door, not wanting to go inside, but knowing I have to. Once entering I could tell that the cleaners had come by early since the house was spotless. The headache I had was now a migraine from arguing with Xavier. All I wanted was to go to sleep, but I could not, not in my bed at least. Instead of going into my room, I stepped into the guest room and slept my tears away.