The Ultimate Bad Boy

1 || Scars and Stripes

This story is a collaboration between @LearCho [Lavi] and @fierce_n_cute [Geo]. The authors will altenerate writing different points of view, with Lavi writing the boy's point of view, and Geo writing the girl's.

@rosace (aka @LearCho and @fierce_n_cute) presents:

THE ULTIMATE BAD BOY

Chapter 1 || Scars and Stripes

XANDER’s point of view

 

                I was in seventh grade when it happened.

                On the day I turned fourteen, my family and I went cruising in the Caribbean, one of the tropical places where we usually spent our holidays.

                The region looked as tremendous as always, its diversity being masked by people both inside and outside the zone. The sun hung heavy above us the whole afternoon while we took our time celebrating my birthday.

                “Je t’aime, mon petit amour,” my mother uttered, pulling a dark Pierre Cardin watch out of its ashen square-shaped box and putting it tenderly around my wrist. “Tu es ma vie. N’oublie pas, bien?”

                She smiled gently, stroking lightly a ruffled strand of hair on my temple, before my father stepped on the deck and approached us soon. He casted just a single glance in mother’s direction, then turned so that he could see the March sunrays burning far away on the sky.

                I couldn’t help but notice distantly that they didn’t look into each other's eyes a tinker's damn. However, the bad side of the entire situation seemed to actually be the fact that I didn't even find it strange that they'd barely changed a couple of words the respective day.

                Not until next morning when I woke up just to figure out that my mother had left, and everything that could have ever reminded me of her was missing, too.

                Except, of course, for the watch she’d offered me 20 hours before departure.

                I felt lost. I felt left alone at the end of the world, the mixture of sensations from underneath my flesh and bones not seeming like leaving me alone anytime soon. But then, there was also my father who’d been left behind, yet, instead of revealing at least some of the truth, all the while he hadn’t had the goodwill to tell me anything for a good couple of unbearable months.

                I cried like I had never cried in my entire life when I finally comprehended that she would not come back at all. My own existence would have, as well, a totally different meaning without her.

                Every so often, I still wished she knew how much I’d wanted her to be with me the past years, I wished she knew how much I came to abhor her after what she’d done to me, to my father, to my whole world which had used to adore her.

                Until now.

                I’d lived a plenteous life ever after, yet, what good was money when I hadn’t anyone to rely on?

*     *     *     *     *

                “Xander? Oh my God!”

                Standing near the drinks machine in the airport, my thoughts had been focused all the while on a past event of my life, which I’d kept coming back to lately, thus I didn’t notice the thin girl who’d stopped a few meters away from me.