♥ How to Live ♥

♥ Chapter Two ♥

♥ Chapter Two ♥

♥WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS PROFANITY AND SOME SEXUAL WORDS (PG 13 +) READ TO YOUR RISK!♥

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Xavier's P.O.V.

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* A week afterwards *

"I told you, I DON'T want to. Get the hell out of here," I hissed, one hand rubbing my temples from the headache I was getting and the other holding the door to block Ally from coming any further.

"Come on, I know you want to fuck me. You do it all the time with other girls. What's the difference with fucking the most gorgeous girl in Watford High?" she stated, crossing her arms over her chest making it obvious that her boobs were bigger than her damned face.

"Not really. Ally, I broke up with you about a year ago. It's over. Get the hell out of here. Besides don't you have your new jock to give you the good ole' hand job? I don't want anything to do with you at all."

Her expression changed immediately from smug to pissed as hell. It was almost hilarious.

"Fine, you've always been a bitch since your mom died." I flinched at the mention of my mom but she continued, "Ohhh, hit a nerve, did I? You'll regret not having me again." She finished, pulling her short skirt down, not that it was gonna make any difference. I still wondered how the fuck she managed to walk in something so tight. She walked down the lawn to her fancy car, her tall stilettos clicking on the pavement, gave me the finger as she got in her car and drove off. A lovely way to end my Sunday night.

I made sure she was gone for sure before closing the door and locking it well. I walked down the empty hallway, up the stairs and to my room. I didn't even bother to change as I flopped down onto my bed.

I let out a sigh of relief. Ally had ruined my day, not that it was good, anyway. I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I went out with her. It was probably just grief. I blamed grief for all my badass decisions I've made, as per usual.

I was tired of everything, to be honest. I lived in this fucking house by myself; Dad hardly ever came home; he was always traveling a lot ever since Mom died. He didn't even bother to call, not that I cared. At first we were just two grieving men but then I got hooked on drugs, gangs, fights, parties, and girls (that's where Ally came in) and I'm pretty sure he followed afterwards, but tried in vain to uphold that "strict father" image maybe for the sake of his business.

Anyways, I gave up. I cleared my mess off of the bed and slipped my vans, completely exhausted since I had just returned from work to have to deal with Ally right afterwards.

I pushed my shoes off, then pulled my shirt over my head, and threw it on the floor. I had to go to school, whether I wanted to or not. I soon after fell asleep to the ticking of my alarm clock.

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Stupid ass alarm, was the first thing I thought as I woke up. I hated it but it was the only thing that woke me up in the morning. I lazily got out of bed and grabbed a towel hanging on top of a chair as I made my way to the bathroom, and got into the shower.

After the shower, I changed into a white shirt, black jeans and my old pair of gray vans. I went down the stairs, not bothering to be quiet and into the kitchen. Just because I was a guy, didn't mean I was going to grab the cereal, eat, and hit the damn road. No, that was only when I was extremely late.