Bull-shit, I Don't Do Love

Chapter 15 - In which we get a little backstory.

I know what you're thinking.
What the actual fuck.
Is she an idiot? Or just stupid as fuck?
Well, I'm neither. Thank you very much.

I quickly found the bathroom down the hall from Xavier's room and locked myself in it. My reflection, eyebrows drawn, tight lipped stared back at me. What the actual hell.
I shook my head, trying to get Xavier's husky voice out of my system. I could still feel his words on my skin.
I want to kiss you.
Damn it! No! This is un-fucking-believable. Who the hell even says that? No one actually says things like that outside TV shows and teen romance novels. It's just not done.
I want t-
Fuck what you want. I want a life without stress and void of cliches. Yet here I am in the small town where could not be more fucking cliche should be the town motto.
In case you haven't realized I can't stand the idea of a cliche. Cliche town, cliche people, cliche romance. It never ends well. Because all those cliches lead to happy endings, which from what I've seen are just screenshots before the absolute destruction of everyone's hopes and dreams.
I know what you're thinking; she's a cynic, she's crazy, she's been hurt one too many times, excuses, excuses.
Well, hate to break it to ya, but it's none of the above.
If you sat there for 16 years and watched your high school sweetheart parents' very own cliche marriage go down in blood and fire, you'd probably have a similar opinion.
That's right. Cliche hater of the year was born from the very cliches she despises. A tale I'd heard one too many times said over the dinner tables with guests my father was trying to impress, told with overly happy tones, tones I never heard outside the context of the story. The epically romantic tale of new girl turned valedictorian cheerleader and her fearless bad boy who turned good because he loved her oh so much. The cliche happy ending with the cliche white house, a little cliche white picket fence and two lovely little girls to wrap the whole cliche story up in a nice little cliche bow.
Lovingly cliche smiles exchanged over the fancy silverware, silverware later turned into weapons as Mommy and Daddy fought over the newest set of problems.
Those dinners, that story, the exclaims of "That's so adorably cliche!" quickly became my life, reprise from the reality where my parents' marriage was little more than a battleground with no love left in it's borders.
Mommy and Daddy's perfect cliche love story came to an end a year ago with the long lines of a signature and the sound of a moving truck taking Daddy's stuff away.
So yeah, you could say I'm a little cynical of anything remotely cliche.

I glanced again at the mirror and sighed. Outside the small window of the bathroom, thunder rumbled and I realized that it had started to get dark. Britt and I should get back home.
I was headed back into Xavier's room to tell him such when I ran into Jason and Brittany coming up the stairs. Knowing Brittany's fear of thunder, I understood the look of worry on her face, but as I looked at Jason, I realized Britt might not be the only one uncomfortable by the storm. His right hand was wrapped tightly in Brittany's left and his other hand gripped the stairway railing tightly. I stepped toward them about to ask what was happening when I heard a deep voice from behind me.
"-re. Yeah. We're fine." I turned to see that Xavier was talking on the phone. "It's my dad," was his response to my raised eyebrow. He then nodded in response to something his dad said, "Yeah. That's fine. I'll let them know. See you soon."
He glanced at Jason and Brittany and smiled, but I noticed how he avoided my gaze. "Hey guys. I see you noticed our little storm outside." He ignored Jason's glare and turned to me, "So my dad says that I84 is flooded, do you know any other routes back to your place?"
I shook my head and felt my eyes narrowing, "No. Why?" Of course, I knew why. But it was too damn ridiculous that I refused to believe it was happening to me.
Xavier nodded his head and sighed, "That's what I thought." He rubbed the back of the neck with his hand. "Do you have a friend who lives around here you could stay with?" 
We'd only been here a few weeks. I glanced at Brittany, but her face was as blank as mine probably was. I shook my head. Fuck my life. Just fuck it. 
Xavier nodded again, "Well then, guess you ladies are stuck here for the night."
Just fuck.
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I know, I'm the absolutely worst. In every way possible. I apologize for my absence and the lack of length, and for the lack of Xavier (we all love him, I know.)

Short chapter, I know but I wanted to get something out, and I'm also all about the cliffhangers. I'm actually going to keep writing tonight and if I get some replies (or if I finish a good chunk, I'll put up the new, very exciting stuff.) 

Also, this chapter is pretty damn heavy. I should probably put some kind of warning, but I have no idea what to tag. Also, there's a lot of language. For both offenses, I apologize. I love input so if you have an suggestions or comments (or grammar/spelling corrections) that's fab. Also, if you like the book, that's awesome too! Lemme know!

Thank you for everything. <3