The Ones For Him

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Xavier's POV: five months later, January...

"Alvaro! Felix!" I blacked out.

"Actually...now that I think about it, Xavier will find a way to kill me, so if I can't have him, nobody will."

"No-"

"I love you, guys..." I smiled.

I heard the loud deafening ring before blacking out a second later as I felt pain rush through my left side.

"No!" I gasped and sat up, looking around.

I turned the lamp on and looked around the room, realizing that I was still in the hotel room that I've pretty much lived in for the past month. I took the cup of water from beside me and drank the rest of the water that was left.

"Babe, are you ok?" I looked down at the blond beside me and nodded, "Was it another nightmare?"

"Yeah, but I'm fine. I'm just gonna step out to smoke."

"Ok, I'll be in here...asleep." He kissed my head and I smiled, moving out of the bed.

I looked through my backpack and searched for the tube that was filled with pre-rolls. I opened it up and took one of them out, grabbing my lighter and stepping out to the balcony. I sat down on the chair and lit the pre-roll.

I brought it up to my lips and inhaled, pulling my hand away as I exhaled and coughed a bit. I felt the familiar burn in my throat and sighed, looking around the city and watching the lights.

Las Vegas was definitely awake all day long. It didn't sleep at all. There were parties everyday, people celebrating, all types of things. One thing I didn't like about Las Vegas was the heat. You can be walking around the strip for five minutes and you'll be drenched in sweat. That's what happened to me the first time I arrived.

I left...the house five months ago. Two days after...Kai and Quincy's birthday. I was fed up with everyone asking me why I kept running away, so I stopped going to the flower field and started going to the beach by myself in the middle of the night. I would then be woken up in the morning by lifeguards who would send me home.

On multiple occasions, the lifeguards thought I was dead so I finally decided to drive away with the little bit of clothing I had in my duffle-bag and head to Las Vegas. The backpack was where I carried more valuable stuff like stacks of money since I left my card back at the house and some of my jewelry.

I met Cameron, the blond with brown eyes, a few days after I arrived here in Las Vegas. I had snuck into a bar and stole a few drinks, then danced. He came up to me and we danced for a long time. I invited him over to my hotel, not the one I currently was in, but to a different one.

We didn't do anything except knock out, but the second night, we had sex. It felt really good after not having it for a while, so I sort of just kept calling him over for more sex and have sort of been using him so he can buy me alcohol, but he became a good friend that I really enjoyed being with. He was twenty-two and he knew I was eighteen.

We spent our time together drinking, then he introduced me to the green, little nuggets you call weed. The first time I smoked was great. I felt so at ease and so relaxed that it made me forget about all of my problems. I've been smoking for four months now and it's everyday, if not, then every other day. I smoke to forget everything and it's been great.