𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐈𝐒

SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN HIS➖EIGHT

I feel at peace being this close to Xander, for the fact that he wasn't pushing me away and how warm his embrace felt made me feel safe, I could already feel my snot plastered all over his shirt, basically one of the reason I haven't pulled away from him.

I could feel him tense and tremble occasionally as I continue to cry on his chest, I snuggle even closer, feeling a little nervous to pull away and look at him, I couldn't look at his face... I didn't want to.

The queer sensation of being this close to him was not the only thing messing with my senses, his smell also added to it, he eluded the airy scent of rosewood... Which almost made breathing impossible giving him a more manly essence.

Slowly he pulls me at arms length to look at me observantly before dropping his arms down.

He frowns staring at his shirt then to me, "Mari!."

I sigh feeling even more ashamed of myself as I wiped my tears off, I shouldn't have cried in front of him, I should have at least held it in,  he definitely think of me as weak, "I'll wash it off." I inform.

He snorts, "What are you some kind of washing machine, that all you do is wash my clothes."

I conceal my laughter when memory of me washing paint out of his jacket comes to mind.

"So what do you want me to do?" I question quirking a brow.

"Forget about it," he utter narrowing his eyes at me, "why were you crying?"

I shake my head smiling at him assuringly, "Nothing."

He frowns, "People don't cry for nothing Mari, there's always a reason, I know it was something that happened outside and I don't want to find out my self because if I do you won't like the consequences."

I scowl at him, "nothing happened." I insist hiding my trembling hand behind my back, "I was just practicing for a play..........it's for church."

He stares at me skeptically before leaning closer to shake his head.

"You don't go to church Mari!"

I could feel his hot breath, minty and fresh when he spoke, "How would you know that." I quickly ask, he sighs moving away from me heading straight to the door.

"Where are you going to." I ask as if it's my business, I inwardly face palm my self when I realize he doesn't like me questioning him.

But he proves me wrong by answering, "mind your business Mari." He replies softly.

The moment he steps outside, I sink down to the floor feeling heavy hearted, i can still feel bullets of pain shooting around my body, I'm even surprise that I'm only feeling pain and that I'm not wounded physically.

I've never been this scared before, Liam was ready and willing to use his belt on me just for sex, if Josh didn't show up it would have been another scenery right now, what was he thinking that I wouldn't report him, that I'll let him walk with two legs after beating me up.

Gaining a semblance of strength I get up, turned on the sink and washed my face, averting my gaze to stare at my swollen bloodshot eyes in the mirror.

"Last year Mari!. Soon all this will be over. I promise you." I perk myself up holding back the tears begging to fall out again.

I patiently waited inside the washroom till the bell rings and when it did I gathered enough bravery as I step out of the restroom heading to my locker.

The moment I open my locker, I grab my mathematics textbook... Heading straight for math class.

The math teacher Mr Leonard rumble back and forth whilst writing on the marker board about Vectors and Mechanics...