The Badboy and the Sociopath

Chapter 9 - Xavier's P.O.V

Xavier's POV

I strolled up to the house around 11 after leaving school right before lunch had finished. I looked at the front door, it's once dark brown paint lightening with every passing season. As I looked at the irregular shades of brown that were scattered at the upper left side of the door I went over my earlier conversation with Trey; Was I asking for too much? Hadn't I sacrificed enough and done everything that he's asked of me? Didn't I deserve a break if you could even count this as one?

As those thoughts ran through my mind, I became angry all over again. I stamped my way up the dingy white stairs to the door and roughly swung it open. I looked around to see if it alerted Trey and seeing as he was no where to be found I proceeded to slam the door and turned to make my way up the stairs to my room. 

"We need to have a chat Derek" he said appearing from the kitchen with a beer in one hand and his cell phone in another.

I turned to him glaring  and answered gruffly "Don't call me that." I took in his appearance; he was wearing a grey Emory sweatshirt and Nike shorts, his short jet black hair was disheveled with a stray lock of hair hung loosely above the permanent crease between his brows. He looked visibly stressed. My anger slowly dissipating I turned to him and spoke evenly "What?" 

He sighed heavily and made his way to the TV room and gestured for me to follow. He sat in the large cream la-Z-boy recliner, I sat across from him on the matching sofa. He sighed again and looked up at me "Your principal called today, says you've been skipping school again" he said. 

"I took an academic recess" I answered nonchalantly.

He placed his head in his palm and rubbed both temples simultaneously, "X, you're a smart kid, so much so that you could skip half of the term and still make honor roll-"

"Exactly, so I don't see what the problem is" I interjected.

"The problem is that just because you can do something doesn't mean you should, you of all people should know this. You know that it's not just about grades, your attendance is important too, how do you expect to graduate? You wouldn't want to squander you're education like this" he looked at me more seriously this time, looking straight in my eyes "not to mention you could warrant unwanted attention this way and that's not something  we need; it's for your own good" he finished.

"Does what I want even remotely matter to you!?"my anger resurfacing. How dare he talk about what we want and my own good!? How would he know, has he ever asked me! No all he does is walk around giving out orders like some kind of dictator. I got up from the sofa and started making my way to the stairs.

"You're safety is the most important thing and you can't be taking off to who knows where with your phone off or without you're tracker!" he yelled, now standing directly in front of me.

"Safety from what! It's been three fucking years Trey! When are you going to let me start to live my life!" I seethed, I balled my hands into fists trying my best to not blow up and punch him square in the jaw.

"You know what! And live you're life and do fucking what Xavier! What the hell life am I stopping you from experiencing to the fullest? Parties, drugs, drinking? Because last I checked you do that anyway so, what Xavier!?"

"You've got to be kidding me! ME? DO DRUGS! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!" how dare he! He knew how I felt about drugs, I might drink and party occasionally but drugs? Is this dick bag serious.

"Then where do you keep disappearing to, huh! And what kid your age turns off their cellphone!?" he demanded.

"To take a break from this!" I gestured between him and I and then to the air around me "The constant lying and arguing! This 'Derek' bullshit! Sometimes I need to clear my head and just be me for once!" I yelled, the unhappiness evident in my voice.