Not So Star-Crossed

Ch 13: Connections

3rd Person POV

Rothwell Private Academy Boarding School. Main Campus. Saturday, September 7th. 7:15am

Daxon sped walked through campus at an above average rate as he slung his Hershel Supply Co. backpack over his shoulder. He had intended to meet Ava at 7:20 in the parking lot but due to the restless night of sleep he endured he had woken up late. The only thing that seemed to ease his morning was that his roommate/sabotaging best friend wasn't in his bed when he got up. He had assumed T.J had stayed at the bonfire grounds last night but since Ava and he left the party after their recent discoveries he couldn't have known for sure.

He glanced down at his iPhone to check the time and picked up his pace to an almost jog. He hated being late, especially if it meant dealing with Ava who always seemed to be annoyingly on time. 

"Dax, what the bloody hell are you doing mate?!" Daxon stopped in his tracks knowing that not many people at Rothwell had a British accent. He slowly turned around to see T.J standing before him.  He was still wearing the same clothes from last night and his hair was a mess. Something that barely occurred with T.J.

"Hey man, are you just getting back?" Daxon asked in the most casual manner he could muster.

"Yeah, last night was brilliant! Not that you would know considering you disappeared after Cecily's idiotic game. What happened to you last night?"

Daxon swallowed, silently condemning himself for not telling anyone he had left.  After him and Ava decided on travel plans they both had walked back to campus through the woods not wanting to face their friends. Ava had texted Cecily, Shelby, and Brynn and told them she wasn't feeling well but Daxon didn't think to tell anyone.  He half-expected no one would care. Jeff was already hammered, T.J may secretly hate him, and his soccer buddies were too busy trying to hit on half the girls on the dance team to notice he was gone.

"I wasn't feeling well so I went back early." Daxon responds. It wasn't a total lie.  He did feel sick to his stomach after hearing Cecily and T.J's heated conversation.

"Where are you going now?  It's 7 in the morning on a Saturday?" T.J eyed Daxon's well put together appearance and the backpack over his shoulder and Daxon inwardly cursed himself. 

"I'm spending the day with my dad in the city." Daxon hated the lies that he was letting slip through his teeth but saying he was going on an impromptu trip to Florida with Ava St. Xavier to talk to Maya Copeland was out of the question.

"That sounds awful! Have fun mate." T.J patted his roomie on the back before departing himself, back to their dorm. 

Daxon exhaled a breath he wasn't aware he was holding in as he watched his friend leave. He wanted to believe that what he had heard last night was a misunderstanding. T.J and him had been friends since the age of 8.  He hadn't known him to ever do true harm to anyone. He hoped that included Kam.  Maybe Maya could help clear things up for them.

Daxon finished the rest of the walk to his car, uninterrupted and now at a normal speed. He was already late, what was the point. Once he stepped in front of his silver Aston Martin db11 he took in the leggy brunette that was casually leaning against it with an iced coffee placed in her left hand. The other was securely holding onto her iPhone as she scrolled through. 

Daxon watched her, semi-amused. Somehow, without even trying, Ava St. Xavier looked like she was modeling his car.  He begrudgingly ran his eyes over her body, hating the fact that she wasn't  hideous. Her chocolate waves were hidden under a large black sunhat but with the sun starting to rise, her scattered highlights started to show. Her tan legs crossed at the ankles showing off the Tory Burch wedges she wore on her feet and her NYC spaghetti strapped romper held her delicate curves in all the right places. Her pillowy lips were slightly pouted as she read something on her phone but he couldn't be too sure because her eyes were shaded with a pair of Gucci sunglasses.