Chapter 20 ((Part Two))

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Hello Children. Welcome to the third part of my marathon and part two of two chapters. KISSES!! Enjoy Shippers. 💟

-Xavier's POV-

My sister eventually left my room swearing under her breath. I was scared until my phone buzzed. I hoped it was Jerome or Dan but I soon became petrified. 'You were late. Your punishment? Your friends' trust has perished. And Jerome knows too, you little bitch. M'. My breathing quickened. Of course I liked Jerome. And M knew! But how the fuck. Does he have access to my thoughts? Ok now I'm paranoid!

I argued with myself for ages. I eventually broke down digging my fingernails into my legs that were now attached to my chest. My head rested on top. "Why am I such a stupid, ignorant, selfish bastard!" I whisper crying harder. "I wish I could take it back, I wish I could take all of it back!" I sit sobbing.

Dan was my best friend, and now he probably thinks I'M M.. Jerome probably won't speak to me, Phil must hate me more... I sit in my thoughts going through scenarios, frozen in my thoughts. I only stopped when a scenario so stupid, that it could solve everything, played in my head.

I pull out my phone and open up Jerome's contact, I open it and press the 'call' button. It rang three times before he picked up, "Jerome...." I whispered my voice sore from crying. "I'm sorry," I whisper my head resting on my knees. "What for? Xavier what's wrong?" He sounded slightly worried but I knew better.

"Everything! The fact that D-Dan and Phil know I put t-the box there.. And t-they told Y-you everything!" I start sobbing again, hiccuping on my words. "Xavier calm down and come the their's. I'm at their's and we can sort this out.." Jerome's voice still in that same worried tone. My reply was a sobbed no, I mentally slapped myself for that.

"I-I'll come tomorrow!" So I can tell you that I fixed it. Jerome goes to speak but I hang up.  I wipe my eyes and slap myself to stop crying. I take a deep breath, open up
my bedside drawer, take out a pocket knife and walk outside and start my car.

Smaller but more cliffhangers. Sorry it's late.

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