Fanatic

Ch.7 □ Shenanigans

Maybe that's all I will ever be - an incomplete sentence, a half written story. Finished, without an Ending.

Xander P.O.V

I was expecting her to be alone, maybe I'd drop her phone get a glance or two at her restless body. I undeniably caused it's distress yet; was not by any means alone. The boy I saw from earlier, was holding her hand creasing at her hair and face. I stood there watching him not uttering a word; the room wasn't silent classical music was playing. Soft yet loud; horrible taste.

Who even authorised this; who said Malia likes such music; I found myself critiquing every aspect. Angery at not being involved - actually I was furious I wanted to yet again kick things.

"Oh, Hey! You one of Lia's Friends?" He approached me, It took me a moment to wrap my mind up around the fact he calls her Lia!

Who is this Guy? He's good looking symmetric features at any other day would have made me race. But not today; not when he has his hands on my M!

"Uhm.. Yeah, I'm Xander." I extended my hand.

"Luke Hadyns," He introduced a smile playing on his lips? Is he stupid or am I on glue and my favourite girl isn't actually laying on a hospital bed. The fuck he's fanatic about!

"Z right, She calls you Z!" He shot at me. Now that made me even more pissed, he knows about us! she told someone about me? What did she say!

"Yeah, do I know you," I asked - wanting to hit bottoms with him.

"I do, I'm the Best Friend;"

"Ah.. nice to meet you. Well I'm just a friend." I tailed my hypocrisy. "How's she?" I asked.

"She's better," He said setting down.

"Do you know if she's gonna wake up, soon?" I asked him.

"She will be up in less than an hour if you're gonna wait. I need to go check on the kids and get her some clothes." He told me.

"Yeah sure, I will be here." I told him - thanking the lord he's leaving after minimising the stereo volume.

I sat there, looking at her restless face. She had a few bruises on her cheeks - and on her neck. Lashes resting on her smooth skin; her lips red like a cheery almost unreal.

I was losing my mind, not helping myself. Since when does she go on road trips with strangers and I've been asking for forever to come with me to my dad's beach house and all she'd always say was her 'photoshop body wasn't ready yet.'

I cried on the inside, my hands reaching for her skin. I wasn't sure she needed me there, I couldn't see why she made up a big deal of my sexuality I knew I should have told her - just the time did not seem right.

I heard her mummering making me set up straight, alert; "M.. Malia." I called her so softly.

She reached for her head, her eyes watering. Slowly fluttering; her eyes open, enamoured kryptonic slit through my soul gazing at me.

I did not say anything until she started her asult; that I didn't find offending at all. On the contrary, I found it fullfiling at least she was awake!

I smiled, "What's that smirk supposed to mean?" She asked, ridiculing my existence.

"Nothing, Are you feeling better?" I asked moving her hair to the side.

She did not even answer me.

"Luke?" She called.

"He left,"