Fire And Ice (Lost&Found Series)✔

48. LIKE OLD TIMES

XENIA'S POV:

I was floating in the pool on my back, peacefully at night time when the thoughts of Xander invaded my mind.

It had been five days since his return and I have not communicated much with him. Or at all.

It feels as if my life has been restarted from the scratch and I am just getting to know Xander. Just like I did when we were kids.

"Hi." someone says and sits down next to me on the wooden bench.

I look at their shoes and I know it's a boy.

"What are you doing here alone? Don't you want to have lunch with everybody else?" he asks again.

I shake my head and my lips pull downwards in a small frown.

"Hey, what's wrong Xenia?"

I gasp and look up at the stranger only to see that it's Xander.

He's mean.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I ask.

"I am always nice to you." he replies looking surprised.

"You don't even talk to me." I say confusingly.

"That does not mean I am mean to you. We live in the same house, how can you say that just because I don't talk 'much' to you?" he asks cupping the side of my face.

I shrug with one shoulder and look away from his odd yet very pretty eyes.

"Did someone say something to you, Princess?" he asks holding my chin and angling my face so I could look at him. Tears gathered in my eyes and I eyed his face.

"Sarah, at school, said that everyone loves me because mommy and daddy has money. They befriend me because I am rich and don't care about me. She even called me ugly." I tell with those tears cascading down my cheeks.

His features contort in an unpleasant scowl, just like Sarah's, and I whimper moving away from him.

"Hey, hey, baby, I did not mean to scare you. I am just very angry at that girl. But you don't listen to nobodies like her. She's saying that just because she's jealous of you. You're prettier and richer than her." he tells me.

"Really? I'm pretty?" I ask looking at him with wide eyes.

"Of course, Princess. She's mean to you because she knows it too. But don't listen to her, don't react and just smile at her everytime she throws a tantrum." he advises.

"Oh. So you are mean to me because you're jealous of my prettiness?" I ask as he gets up.

He freezes for a second before shaking his head and I see a small smile playing on his lips.

"Do you think I am not pretty?" I frown.

"Of course you are, baby. But for the last time, I am NOT mean." he replies.

He extends his palm to me and I take it. Happy that he called me pretty. Because secretly, I thought of him as pretty, too.

"Pst. Xander." I tug at his hand as we walk away from the garden.

"Yeah?" he throws me a look over his shoulder.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"Three years older than you." he replies stepping inside the house.