The Badboy and the Sociopath

Chapter 6 - Sick Day

Four days. I'd been stuck in my house and more specifically my bed for Four days, driving my mom crazier by the second. Much deserved karma for grounding me without cause if you ask me. I was congested, everywhere ached, I swear my ears were blocked too, my stomach was in constant knots and my nose somehow decided to become the Niagara Falls . The only good thing I had going for me was that my fever was now at 100°F and I hadn't thrown up in about four hours.

I sat up in my bed, surrounded by used tissues, half eaten toast, empty cups that were once filled with orange juice and medication upon medication. Mom had kindly brought me everything she thought I would need before she rushed Grace out of the house; far away from my disease ridden soon to be corpse of course. Dad was on a business trip somewhere and James ran to Max's house as soon as he heard my first sneeze, being as involved in school related crap as he is, getting sick wouldn't exactly be a good thing for him. In short every one deserted me in my hour of need. I stretched to the foot of my bed to grab my laptop; I was stuck home so I might as well binge watch Lilo and Stitch -told you I had a thing for all things Disney-. Just as Stitch was about to jump on Gantu's face the doorbell rang. 

"Who rings someone's doorbell at 11 in the morning on a Sunday" I grunted to myself as I dragged my sweatpants and old soccer shirt clad body downstairs to the incessant ringing. "I'm coming! Jeez" I yelled to whatever asshole lay on the other side of the door.

'Thump, thump, thump!' They graduated from doorbell ringing to banging on the door. Cute.

I grabbed the doorknob and angrily swung the door open "For the love of G-" I looked up, still seething with anger, to see that smirk that has been so kindly etched in my brain since Tuesday. He leaned against the door and folded my arms, highlighting the muscles that stood beneath his red American Eagle sweatshirt all the more, "This is a whole new level of stalking Xavier and on my sick day no less" I deadpanned.

"It's nice to see you too" his smirk unwavering as he sauntered past me into my house like I had invited him in. If that wasn't bad enough, he had the nerve to sit across my couch and flip through the channels on my TV like he owned the place! The nerve of some people.

I glared at his head for a while willing it to explode, until I started feeling woozy from trying to stand and squint at the same time. "Bite me" I grumbled, walking lazily back to my room.

"Gladly" he whispered in my ear beside me, falling into step with me on the way to my room. That quickly from the couch to the stairs? Talk about Jedi teleportation sorcery.

I would have tried walking ahead of him or slamming the door in his face in a very London like manner, I even contemplated pushing him down the stairs to give myself a head start but I was too tired and the butt head probably wouldn't get the hint anyway. So we walked to my room and I fell into bed, curling up in my comforter next to my laptop that was still playing Lilo and Stitch.

He stood at the foot of my bed looking around my room. My walls were scattered with posters of football players -from real football where you the objective of the game is actually kicking the ball with your foot and not tucking it under your arm like a purse and running around like a headless chicken-, Disney characters that I drew and random quotes. His focus narrowed in on something to the corner of my room. I turned to see what he was staring at and atop my dresser, placed on its Katanakake was my Katana.

"Is that real?" he asked.

I shook my head in response.

He turned to me perplexed and pointed to the Katana "You were serious about that ninja thing?" he asked.

I raised a brow at him "You didn't believe me?"

"Well I don't know that many girls that own swords let alone know how to use them" he looked at me, impressed.