Not my type of guy

Chapter 18

She looks out the window as I'm driving, not looking over once. Is she mad at me? I sigh and look over at her, once we reach a stoplight. "What're you thinking? Are you mad at me?" Running a hand through her hair she looks exasperated.

"You always make it about you Xavier. I'm not mad I am just anxious to see my ex boyfriend right now. If you haven't noticed he's in a critical state and I'm clearly the only one who cares about him. So I'm sorry if I seem mad at YOU when really I am mad at what happened to my ex."

I could lie and say that didn't hurt but it did. Was I really making everything about me? I'm not the type to get hurt but this girl just brings me on a journey with my emotions. Jealousy, unsureness and all these other things. Brooks really care about this guy more than I thought, and even though I know he's hurt, I still feel a coursing rage of jealousy run through me. "I'm sorry babe." Brooks bites her lip and touches my arm with sadness in her eyes.

Shaking my head I take her hand and kiss it. "It's fine. I'm sorry too. I don't want to make everything about me. You-you were just so quiet." I tell her as we pull up to the hospital. Getting out I walk over to her side and open the door. Taking my hand she gently slides out. "I love you Xavier. I chose you. Please don't think otherwise. Malachi is just a friend now and that's all he'll ever be."

Getting on her tiptoes she kisses my cheek. I give her a smirk and walk with her inside; her hand still in mine. "Of course you're mine...forever." I brush my lips against her ear and I feel a shiver rush through her which makes me smile.

"Please behave when you are in there please. No inappropriateness." A blush arises on her cheek as she tries to hide it by pulling herself closer to me. I roll my eyes but vow that I'll at least try for her. We reach the receptionist desk and ask them for Malachi Daley. After having to sign in, we make our way to section B of the hospital.

Brooks pulls me to a halt when we reach his room. "I-I don't know what to expect." Tears pool in her eyes and she looks up at me; gripping my hand tightly.

Using my free hand, I brush a stray tear from her cheeks. "Me neither but atleast we know he's not dead." She glares at me and punches my arm. Smooth Zav smooth. Maybe that wasn't the nicest way to put it. Pushing past me, Brooks walks into the room and shuts the door. I guess that's my cue to not follow.

I saunter over to the waiting room and my phone rings as I'm about to sit down.

"Hello?" A very familiar voice says and I almost feel my heart jump out of my chest. "Larissa?" I hardly squeak out with my eyes wide. Her thick British laugh comes from the other end. "Yes Xavier it's me!"

As quick as I can - I find my way to the nearest seat before I continue. "Are you okay? Is everything alright?" The words rush out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Im fine Xavier, I just missed you so much!" She giggles. "I am in California right now and I remember you reminded me a thousand times to remember your address and here I am!"

I feel a boyish happiness course through my body and I'm up and moving in no time. "I'll be there as soon as possible!" I smile even though she can't see me. "Oh Xavier I've missed you so much! I had to see you again." My smile spreads into a huge grin and as I turn around I see Brooks standing and watching me.

"I'll be right there as soon as possible Roxy." I chide and hear a slight gasp on the other end. "Ugh you know I hate my middle name loser!" A chuckle comes from my lips as I tell her I will be home soon and spare keys are hidden in the flower pot.