Trust Me

Chapter 2

2:17 am

He shoved his phone back into his pocket before taking another swig of the warm, cheap beer in his hand. Its affect were finally beginning to kick after the third bottle, but he was—sadly—, still nowhere near to being drunk. He could barely consider himself being 'tipsy'.

"Ian," Eric slurred, leaning dangerously into Xander's personal space. "Are you even listening?"

Ian was his cover name every time he hung around. There wasn't much of a special story behind it, other than him not wanting an edgy street name.

"Yeah...I am."

"Then what did I say?" He pouted his lips and crossed his arms like a toddler.

Xander was starting to become irritated. He wasn't one to ramble for hours about absolutely nothing, and he wasn't much of a listener either. He was a loner. A drifter. An anti-social freak. Whatever people may call it. He didn't enjoy speaking to others for long periods of time, in fact, he rather sit in stifling silence than make useless small talk. He had an internal timer for interactions with each individual and Eric over here, was way past his limit.

But he didn't want to risk his free provider of alcohol—as his mom counted every bottle each time she drank and he could never successfully steal one from her—, so he kept his harsh words for himself and forced a reply.

"Some girl named Alex." He muttered, leaning further back  into the worn, shit-colored leather couch.

"Some hot girl named Alex," He corrected with a pointed look. "If you want to meet her, I can take you to meet her."

You don't want me to meet her, Xander smugly thought to himself but instead he said: "Nah, that's quite alright."

Xander wasn't willing to risk another obsessive chick stalking him. He had enough blocked numbers on his phone, plus he had a feeling this Alex was taking a place in Eric's heart where his wife was supposed to be by the dumb grin he had on his face, and he definitely wasn't about to mess with that.

"Are you sure?" Eric drunkenly smiled as he placed his arm around Xander's shoulders.

The violent thought of butchering Eric into small dices with a kitchen knife that've been persistently sitting at the back of his mind became more and more reasonable as he sat there in the humid, musky living room, so he stood up and faced the middle-aged man before he actually executed his thoughts.

"I'm leaving now."

He turned around without giving the man a chance to respond and exited the one-story house.

He didn't have a place in mind to be heading to next, so he drank the last bit of contents in his bottle before dumping it in a nearby trash can and walked without a destination.

***

Lana Brown.

The only woman that ever kept Xander returning after the third night. Not only was she breathtakingly gorgeous—with a fit, hourglass body, long brown hair, and soft blue eyes that reminded him of the sky on a rainy day, she was undeniably the hottest woman he ever hooked up with—, she was also the sweetest person too.