Unpredictable - Unbelievable

thirteen.

"Do you want to go home now?" Xavier asked me when everything was just ashes.

"I'm not ready to go home yet," I told him as I shivered. It was freezing outside, and I had forgotten to put on my jacket before I left home. He noticed, and in a gentleman way, gave me his leather jacket.

"You really don't have to do this," I assured him when he handed me his jacket.

"I want to," he said with a smile. "Anyways, my sweater is still pretty warm," he said, pointing out his black-knit sweater he was wearing under his jacket. As I put on the large jacket on, I felt immediately warmer and safer.

We sat on the frost covered grass, looking up at the shining stars, when my phone began to rang. I took it out of my pocket, noticing that it was now 3 am, and it turned out that Derek was calling me.

"Who is it?" Xavier asked me, not looking away from the sky. He was laying on the grass, his arms behind his head, looking extremely comfortable.

"It's Derek," I said quietly, not knowing what to do. The phone went quiet, but then started to ring again.

"Are you gonna answer it?" he asked, looking at me with concerned eyes.

"I don't have any other choice. He won't stop calling me," I said as the phone repeatedly rang again. I pressed answer and put it up to my ear.

"September? Why aren't you answering my texts or my calls?" he asked with a anger in his voice. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my hands shaking more than I could handle.

Putting him on speaker phone, I finally answered his question.

"Derek, I don't want to see you anymore. I don't want to see you, hear you, or even talk to you ever again," I said, my voice shaking with fear and anxiety. Xavier looked at me, nodding his head with approval, letting me know that I was doing the right thing.

"It's over, Derek," I said before finally hanging up.

I smiled, feeling happy that I was able to tell him to leave me alone, but then my phone vibrated.

Derek: i wont let u go this easy. ily still.

Tears began to well up in my eyes, and I felt incredibly dumb for ever thinking that I could get Derek to stay away from me easy like that.

"What's wrong, September?" Xavier asked me, sitting up. By this time, there were tears rolling down my face, so it was hard to lie and say that I was fine. I showed him the text on my phone, and he cursed under his breath.

"Why can't he just freaking leave you alone?" he asked out loud. He was angry now, because of Derek, and I still was upset.

"Hey.... it's okay September. I won't let him hurt you. You're my best friend," he said with a smile, pulling me into a close hug. I began to panic, remembering the night of the dance, and he pulled away quickly. "What did the jerk do to you?" he asked me again, his eyes begging for an answer, any answer. I looked away, refusing to say anything, and he sighed with despair. "I just want to help you September. You can trust me."

"I do trust you," I said, my voice cracking from the pain I felt within. My heart was broken, my head was screaming, and my hands were shaking with anxiety. Xavier reached his hand towards mine, and I grabbed on to it tightly, knitting my fingers together with his. I felt safer with Xavier; he could protect me in my hurt stage.

We lay together until maybe six in the morning, pointing out constellations in the sky and marveling at the sunrise. I sat up, and a rush of worry came over me.

"I didn't tell my mother I was going out," I realized out loud. "She is probably freaking out right now." I started to shake again, and Xavier looked at me with comforting eyes.

"Just call her and say that you went out for a morning run or something. No need to freak out over it. I do it all the time," he said with a smile. I took his advice and dialed my mother's number, who had been unsuprisingly freaking out since she got up. I assured her that I only went out for a walk and left for school early, and she believed me.

We walked to Xavier's house so he could get his car, and we drove to McDonald's to get breakfast.

While we were both eating, after Xavier had ordered for him and I, Derek walked in the entrance and gazed towards us. I ducked my head down some, but it was too late; our eyes had already met. Now he was making his way over.

"Out with your little boyfriend?" he asked mockingly as he walked over to the fireplace we were sitting by. I looked down, but he pulled a seat up next to the two of us and looked me right in the eye.

"I thought we had something special September. I gave myself to you, and you throw me away for him," he said, trying to make me look like that one that hurt him. That was when Xavier spoke up.

"Hey man, lay off. We were just hanging out, and now you're harassing her just because she dumped your ass," Xavier said, standing up for me. Derek's jaw moved, and I knew that he was real angry now. Instead of hurting Xavier like I thought he would, he simply stepped away from the seat and walked away. Before leaving, he looked right at us, and if looks could kill, I'd be more dead than I already felt.