Teach Me How To Love *on hold*

Chapter 10

Xavier's POV

After taking permission from the school to leave and take Mia home, we made our way to the car. Mia was shaking uncontrollably. Seeing a girl cry or in pain really hurts a guy. Mia gets sadder and sadder every time I see her. Why does she always push people away? Thousands of thoughts about her race in my mind.

There is no sound in the car but Mia's heavy breathing. I want to ask her and comfort her about whatever is that happened but I can't She just shook her head whenever I asked her. She has her walls built up too high.

"Mia are you okay?..." I ask quietly for what seems like the fourth time. "What happened back there?" she didn't answer just continued to stare out the window as she tried to hold back her tears.

"Mia please tell me, I want to help you. I can't just sit here and listen to you crying." I pleaded. Still no answer. I pushed the car brakes and stopped on the side of the road. Mia turned to look at me with wide eyes. I shifted my body on the seat so I could face her.

"Mia what happened?!" I asked sternly. I now realized how fast she was breathing. She quickly turned to search for something in her bag. She pulled out...an asthma pump?...

Oh my god she has asthma. I watched her uncap her pump and press. Suddenly her facial expression changed. It was full of shock and horror.

"It's empty" she wheezed. "I need my pump and it's empty."

I cussed before starting the car and quickly driving back to the apartment as fast as I could go. Her breathing got more and more heavy. The panic and lack of air drove her to start gasping, breathing as if the oxygen had been sucked from the air around her.

"Hold on Mia, we're almost there" I tried to assure her.

By the time we got there she was half unconscious. Just by looking at her I could see that she was having too much trouble not breathing. I made my way to her side of the car and reached out to carry her out but she pushed me.

"Don't...touch...me...please" she said. Ugh she's so stubborn! On the verge of dying and she's going on about how I mustn't touch her. Sorry but not on my watch. Ignoring what she said I took her in my arms bridal style and quickly hurried to her apartment. She tried fighting me to put her down but she's too weak. I felt her ball my shirt into her fist.

"Xavier" she breathed out heavily tears now spilling. Just as I was thinking about how we were going to get in, Esmey came out.

"Esmey step aside!" I yelled. When Esmey saw that Mia was crying and wheezing, she immediately knew what was happening.

"Follow me," she said opening the door further door and making her way upstairs quickly. I followed her into what I guessed was Mia's room.

"Set her down on the bed while I look for her pump" she ordered and began searching around the room. I slowly laid Mia down, but she still had her grip on my shirt. Her eyes were now shut and her breathing was irregular. I had no choice but to lay down next to her. My heart is aching. Seeing her in this state is unbearable. The way she was gasping and breaking down in front of me made me mentally break down as well. There's so much about this beautiful girl that I want to know. How long has she had asthma? What's her favorite food and color? What does she do for fun? I become more and more intoxicated every time she's around. Who really is Mia Thompson?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Esmey stood next to me on the bed. She bent down and put the pump into Mia's mouth and pressed. She pressed about three times. Mia's irregular breathing slowly went back to normal, her crying stopped and the tight grip on my shirt loosened. Her eyes remained closed. After a full 5 minutes she finally spoke.

"I need time alone if you don't mind" she said. Her voice was hoarse.

"mia-" Esmey wanted to speak but I spoke before her.

"Of course we'll leave" I replied looking down at her. Our gaze was locked for about 10 seconds before she looked away. Those eyes. Filled with so many unreadable emotions.

Grabbing Esmey's arm we exited Mia's room.

"How long has she been like this?" I asked after we made our way back downstairs.

"Since she was a child." Esmey replied and made her way to the couch.

"I mean like how she is now. What or who made her the way she is?"

Esmey looked shocked by my question. Her face then softened as she looked at me.

"I...uh...I don't think it's my place to tell you and why do you care anyway?"

"I care about her that's why." I said.

"Well you shouldn't care. You don't even know her. And she isn't like those girls that you lure using daddy's money so don't bother wasting your time." she spat. Woah bipolar much. She must've also realized how rude she sounded and her face softened once again.

"I'm sorry Xavier." she sighed. "It's just that Mia hasn't had an attack this serious for almost 2 years, so the fact that she had one today worries me a little. I shouldn't have stayed absent today. What happened before you brought her?" Esmey asked.

"I don't know myself." I admitted. "She ran out of the hall and I went to look for her. She went to the art department and when Igot there she ran out of one of the classes and bumped into me. She was crying and begged me to take her home. She refused to tell me what happened" I shrugged.

Esmey rose up. "I'm going to go check up on her."

"uh yeah okay I'm going to leave then" I smiled weakly at her before walking towards the door.

"Xavier" she said. I turned to look at Esmey. "Thank you for bringing her here." she smiled.

"It's my pleasure. I'll drop by later to see how she's doing." I returned the smile. As I was about to go out, I turned to face Esmey once again.

"And I genuinely do care about Mia, Esmey. She's different and I like that. If she gives me the chance I'd really like to get to know her" I said softly. And with that I shut the door. I shut my eyes and leaned against their door. Mia needs help. And I'm going to be the one to help her. Why do I feel the need to help her? I don't know. I really don't. Like I said, She's different. And I like different.