Unorthodox Love

》ChApTer fiVe《

"So you're saying that Axel is not a bad boy?" Cayenne drawled through the phone, a hint of incredulity in her voice.

"Yeah, I mean he did help me. He even defended me from Reese." I grinned at the memory.

"Woah, what? Defend?!" She shrieked.

My smile dropped to a line "Well, not really." I explained.

"Okay, okay. So he's been nice to you for some unknown reason?"

I nodded but then realized I was in a call "Yeah, that's basically what I've been trying to tell you."

"That's strange..."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "How so?"

"It's either he likes you or he has some ulterior motive. It could be both too."

"Ulterior motive?"

"Yeah that's the way bad boys work right? They do something good then you owe them something or they just used you for something and then you two end up together." She said. "At least that's what wattpad books say."

I rolled my eyes but then I remembered she couldn't see me. "Well, I have to go see you tomorrow!"

"Byeeee!"

I ended the call then dropped the phone on my bed. Ulterior Motive. Then I realized that I didn't really know Axel. I had no right to judge him right away. But it could only vary in two ways, he's the good guy, or not.
Maybe both.

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I didn't find Xavier in the kitchen this morning. In some way Xavier acted a lot like my mom, they both have somewhat awkward conversations with me, they both chose work over family, and they both tend to leave me.

Especially Mom.

No. She's actually gone now.

Xavier's no different from her. I just know that he'll choose work over me then when he finds a girlfriend he'll leave me like mom did. Come to think of it everybody left or will leave me someday. Take dad as an example, I just lost color then I lost my dad too, he's not permanently gone though, and that's the worst part.

He chose to leave me.

A gust of wind greeted me as I stepped out of the door but didn't affect me. The weather is still kinda moody, so I chose to wear a black quarter sleeved shirt with  and maroon skirt and a pair of Doc. Martens.

Yes, you read right. I said maroon. Don't get me wrong I still can't see or even figure out how it looks, I just looked at the tag. How did I know it contrasted? Easy, I read about it in the Internet.

I started to walk to school, like normal when I heard honking. I disregarded it, thinking it was simply because of the traffic. But when the honking carried on my mind came to a sudden jolt as my footsteps faltered along.

I live in the suburbs.  Traffic here is quite non existent unless there's an event (to which there isn't any) therefore the infuriating honks of the car could only mean one thing; someone was trying to catch my attention.

I spun around quickly in my brief realisation. My eyes met with a sleek red Bugatti and sitting in the passenger seat was the one and only Axel Maverick.

"Why are you just standing there in the cold?" He scowled, a tinge of annoyance seeping through his words harshly.

I frowned.

Not at the fact that he basically shouted at me in annoyance. Not at the fact he looked quite pissed at the thought. Not at the fact his beautiful car had the most annoying honks. And most importantly not at Axel.

I frowned because I expected someone else.

A part of me wanted it to be my mother waiting for me to get in the car, as if she was here and she always were. If not it could have been my brother who thought that the day was far too cold to walk in, being the concerned brother he is he decided to drop me off, but that's not it.

Not even my non existent father made an appearance.

Axel must've noticed my sudden change in mood since his eyes softened by a mere fraction and when he spoke his voice was softer than before "Get in the car." His voice was calm and smooth but his words still sounded like a command.

A command I didn't have plans to follow.

Instead I returned to my old direction and pace to school. I didn't want to stay in a confined place, I already felt like all the air was pulled out from me, leaving me gasping for oxygen. I needed air, and I mostly needed space too.

A car wouldn't be able to provide that.

I heard the whir of the vehicle die down then the click of a car door opening and a loud slam shutting it  close. After a few moments I found Axel walking beside me.

"What's... what's wrong?" He seemed uncertain of his words.

I sighed. "It's nothing really."

He surprised me with a quick answer "I know girls, when they say 'it's nothing' it's definitely something so, tell me."

I scoffed. "Even if you are right with your statement it still doesn't convince me to talk. Some things are better left unsaid, unheard, and most of all, unknown."

His response was only silence.

We drifted to silence, comfortable, that is. My mind went along with it. Only hearing the crunching of my boots on the gravel and the rustle of trees by the soft breeze.

"I would say sorry but frankly I'm not."

I raised an eyebrow at his unexpected words. He looked ahead with his hands in his pockets.

"I know pity is the last thing you need and want. Trust me, I know how it feels. I feel bad, though."

A long pause between us place us in a more critical situation. It was like the world stopped everything, no sounds, no rustling leaves, no prickling soft breezes, it was only his voice I could hear, and it was not that loud but still as clear as crystal.

"I can't help you." He whispered.

I didn't want him to. I never really expected anyone to help me with anything at that thought. Nobody could fix my eyes, nobody could bring my mom back to life, nobody could make my brother be the brother I want, nobody can help me. I knew that long before.

"Don't worry, Axel." I whispered back, my voice cracking at the end.

"Nobody can."