Monster of a Mate (On Hold)

●Chapter 55●

"Hey! What's up?" I said and dropped the boxers on to the floor.

"What are you doing in my room?" he questioned sternly.

"For your boxers," I said.

"Why in the world would you want my boxers?" he asked again.

"Because of Britney," I said and shrugged.

"Britney?" he said.

"Yeah Britney. Well you see we were playing truth or dare and I was like dare and she was like I dare you to get Xavier's boxers and then I was like no but then she told me if I would rather kiss and lick the toilet 20 times and then I was like okay fine I'll do it and then-" I started off.

"Okay. Just stop your ranting. How did you get into my room? It was locked," he said.

"Yeah. Brits teleported me into the room," I said.

"I should've known," he said face palming himself.

I walked past him and continued walking trying to get out of the room.

But Xavier had other plans.

He appeared in front of me and said, "Meet me at 12."

"Where?" I questioned.

"Here," he said.

"Why?" I asked and put my hands on my hips.

"Because I said so," he said and crossed his arms.

"Because you said so? That isn't a good enough reason why you have to see me at 12," I said with my sassy voice.

He gave me a flat look. "Really?"

"Yes. Really," I said and crossed my arms.

"If you don't show up at 12-" he started off.

"You'll what? You'll do what? Hm?" I said.

He took a slow breath in and released it. "Just get out."

"I was going but you're the one who stopped me so it's not my fault," I said and started to walk.

I opened the door and was about to close it when a hand pulled it open and I stumbled back.

"What is your problem, huh?" he said with black eyes and a deeper darker voice.

"My problem is you," I said.

"Me? What did I ever do to you?" he said.

I laughed cynically.

Did he? Did he just ask what did he ever do to me?

Oh my god, I can't believe this.

"Am I missing something, Xavier?  Because I could clearly remember what you did to me. You did a lot to me, okay? A lot. You just had to come into my life and mess everything up, didn't you? You know what, I'm done with this bullsh!t. I can't do this anymore," I said and walked past him.

He held my wrist back and turned around to get his hand off.

"Let me go! I don't wanna ever talk to you," I said trying to restrain myself from crying.

"Paenitet," he mumbled.

I froze.

I didn't know what to say.

"What did you just say?" I asked.

It seemed as if he had apologized but in Latin.

"Nothing," he said and let go of my hand. "Just forget it."