Behind the Disguise

Chapter 19: Confession

"No." No hesitation, no consideration. More like a reflex.

He looks surprised and hurt as if he thought that I would say yes. I mentally scoffed.

"So Aryana, when did you say the wedding was again?" I ask ignoring Xavier. Aryana looks uncomfortable before she says the one thing I wish she didn't.

"You should go talk to him, Lyssa," she whispers.

"No, I've said no and that's a final." I turn to look at Sheena and Ashley and they are trying to hide their laughter. Which makes no sense, like what are you laughing about?

"What?" I demanded before they stood up, perfectly coordinated like they practised it and said,

"Got to go. Bye babe." And they sprinted off. I sighed and look back at Aryana only to see her gone as well.

"What the heck..." I muttered and look in front of me again, at Xavier.

"Please sweetheart. 5 mins, that's all I ask for," he begs, Woah what? The bad boy never begs for something. My heart twinges when he calls me sweetheart and I frown as I unconsciously scan Xavier.

To say Xavier look like a mess compared to yesterday was an understatement. He had huge bags under his eyes and his eyes were bloodshot red. His hair was all over the place and he was still wearing what he wore yesterday. There were little stumbles on his cheek, so he didn't shave today and his body sags downwards. Even as a mess, he looks incredible.

"5 minutes." I agreed and his eyes turn hopeful.

"Let's go somewhere else." He says and I stand up. The cafeteria seems to be following every one of our movement which makes me even more uncomfortable, I feel glares at me but mostly curious eyes.

Xavier grabs my hand and pulls me out. Once we are out I start to pull my hand back but he whispers.

"Please, just let me hold on." He sounds so broken I almost forgot why I was mad at him and I just wanted to hug him. Almost.

We go to an empty classroom and he finally let's go of my hand. And I feel disappointed.

"Speak," I command and he did. He explained everything that happened at the bar. And he apologizes for calling me a whore again and again.

"Xavier," I sighed, "That's not why I'm mad. It's just, you had no right to call me a whore. I've never had a boyfriend or slept with anyone before. You were my first kiss. And you didn't even give me a chance to explain, if we were to be in a relationship, it wouldn't work because you don't trust me. You didn't even think about anything else. I knew I was being dramatic, so I went to apologize. Do you know what I saw? You kissing another girl. What do you want from me? "

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, "I know Alyssa, I know. I messed up big time. I wasn't kissing her, I swear. Well, not exactly. She was bugging me and I keep telling her to fuck off."

I winced slightly at his choice of language.

"Sorry," he said, noticing my wince, "but she would budge, and then she just came onto me suddenly. I pushed her off right afterwards but you already left. I know I should have trusted you but I'm insecure okay? I'm sorry," his voice cracked at the end and I look up at him, only to see tears streaming down his face.

"You're right, I should have trusted you."