Hunted

Chapter 5

Sunday, September 24th

Yesterday he - Xavier, that is, I still have to get used to calling him by this - kissed me.

In my dream.

(Only on the cheek, though. Don't sound so disappointed. At least not as disappointed as I am.)

He's the best part of all the time I spend at night.

"Are you quite alright?" He asked, stroking my hair gently.

I smiled up at him, dazzled by how handsome he really was. "Yes, of course."

His grip on my hand tightened as he looked deeply into my eyes. "No one's bothering you? Nothing on your mind I should know about?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine." I could become used to getting lost in his eyes.

He released his grip, and I felt a slight chill where his hand used to be. But then his hands crept up to my face, and I lost all my senses.

I felt really dizzy today at work. Carlene agreed for me to take a break because I nearly fainted while making that triple blended frappe thingy. (Or more like blended for a million times; do you know how much extra work that is for us baristas? Well, if you didn't, now you do.)

Anyway, I'll be going to sleep now. It was a tiring day. 

Tuesday, September 26th

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep...

Anyone remember that song?

Well, it's definitely me right now. Not so much for losing sleep, but just for getting more and more tired everyday. Probably the Crappy School Syndrome; you know, that thing where you fall asleep, lose focus, eat like a pig, and try to drown out your sorrows with coffee? Oh, and don't forget the part about disappointing everyone in sight; parents, teachers, friends, yourself, even.

I could just imagine the look on Mom's face when I tell her that I'm not even planning to go into business at all.

Oh wait, I already did that.

Oopsies. Dear mother's going to be so displeased. She was, summed up in one word, pissed off.

(Two words. Two. Not one. I know how to count.)

Anyway, I'll go off doing my homework for whatever-subject-I-don't-remember. Right now I don't care about any homework, to be honest. I'm just really, really tired.

Thursday, September 28th

Got so lazy today that I didn't even want to write in this book. I just want to sleep. Perhaps some pizza would be nice too, but I can't afford falling asleep on the delivery guy again. (Don't ask. It was a long story. Also one that happened a long, long time ago. Too long ago to tell now.)

Good night. Or rather, good afternoon.

Friday, September 29th

Just here to say that Levi and Penelope broke up. But I don't give a damn now.

"To be frank, my dear, I don't give a damn."

Sunday, October 1st

It's officially the month of rain, leaves and autumn. Life is too moist to be true.

Plus, Xavier kissed me last night. Kissed me everywhere. There's a hickey on the side of my neck.

This is how it started:

Creak.

I sat up in my bed, looked across the room and saw him, hands folded, watching me with an impenetrable gaze.

I smiled. "How did you get in?"

He gave me a smirk. "From inside your head, of course."

I asked him something I had wanted to know for a while, now. "Are you real? Or are you just a figment of my imagination?"

His response was nonchalant. "Why can't I be both?"

After that - well, it was a blur, but I remember that it involved a lot of kissing. Lots and lots of kissing, all in the nicest places.

Friday, October 6th

It's a long weekend because Thanksgiving is on Monday. Another year, another time to spare a turkey and watch Netflix on the couch. #couchpotato #sh*ttyparents

I'll leave you to guess the word with the asterisk.

Sunday, October 8th

My parents haven't called to say anything. It's somewhat expected; Thanksgiving isn't till November where they are right now. I doubt that they will celebrate it with me anyways, even if they did remember. It's just who they are, as much as I wished they weren't.

Well, at least I have him. Xavier. He's never going to leave. I don't know if he is actually real - sometimes I feel that he is, but someone like him can't be real. He's too good to be real, too good to be true. No one, no one could ever compare to him.

Monday, October 9th

It's Thanksgiving and I'm still miserably alone. Other than Xavier I haven't seen anyone, alive or dreamwise. Like they've all gone somewhere they don't want me to be.

Kat invited me to dinner with her family tonight, but I politely refused. All her extended relatives from way out of the city are coming together in what? A decade? I didn't want to intrude on this, not when she doesn't even know half the people at the reunion. She didn't even ask Josh - but then, again, what are boyfriends compared to girl-friends?

Tuesday, October 10th

Yesterday Xavier took me out for dinner at a place I don't even know the name to. The outside view looked awfully like the skyline of Tokyo. It was a good night - probably the best Thanksgiving I have ever had. Here's, well, let's call it an excerpt:

"...can we order, please?" He signaled for the server, who took out a notepad. No, wait; it was actually an iPad Mini, except that it seemed much more expensive.

"I would like... foie gras, please. Also anything with truffles in it, the white ones, like Alba, you know? Add a bit of caviar to go with whatever that is, thanks."

"Champagne?" Xavier asked, his eyes barely skimming over the menu before he closed it with a snap.

"Chardonnay, Barolo, and Burgundy with the caviar; I don't really care, as long as there is wine."

"I'll have some Kobe steak, rare, with a 1990 Red Bordeaux," he told the server. "See to it immediately."

He and I are alike; we both have exquisite taste but we've got horrible ways of showing it. A distinct characteristic of ours, I'd like to think.