HELLO MY FINE LEPRECHAUNS!!!! HERE IS CHAPPY # 2! THE GUY ON THE SIDE IS XAVIER...🌚😍😉👅💦ULL UNDERSTAND AFTER U READ THE CHAPPY. ENJOY!...?😋
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Serenity's P.O.V.
"Ray!? What the bloody he\\ are u doing?!", I hear a masculine voice break through the silence.
I timidly open one clenched eye and try to peer through my lashes at what's happening.
I clamp them shut again as I see Rachael's red hand mere centimeters away from my cheek. My cheek with a hand print probably as red as the lip stick on Taylor Swift.
Rachael shakes and crumbles in front of the person at the door. As if her whole body is shutting down bit by bit. From the top of her platinum blond hair to the tips of her red painted toenails.
"X...X-Xavier."
My heart swells and starts to beat at a magnificent pace just at the very mention of his name.
"I-It's not what it-", she try's to begin with the cliche excuse in every novel, series, and film of all time. But she's cut off by his swearing and foul language that leaves a sting in the air. Although I'd rather the sting linger there than on my cheek.
Rachael is so caught up in her realization that her boyfriend has just found her hitting an innocent student, that she still has not moved an inch.
Her still red, right hand stays stiff in the air next to my cheek. She seems to resolve her difficulties of breathing and in a flash she is at the door, begging to explain.
Of course her excuse will be one that even a five year old can see through, but that's only if they agree to listen. And Xavier won't even let one syllable leave her blood red lips.
The sound of a strained voice yelling, "we're through" and crying soon surround my ears.
As I believe that I am alone after hearing the door slam shut, a let the salty flood of tears run streaks of black down my cheeks. My body shakes and my hands clamp around the sides of my face. The left side still stinging and throbbing from the hand that proved its meaning there. That hand that proved that I am nothing.
Suddenly a warm sensation spreads throughout my hands and I shudder to quiet my crying. What-
My thoughts are interrupted by a calm a shushing. The kind that you hear from your mother as a child when you've run to her room. Crying about a terrible nightmare that had once infiltrated your dreams.
"Shh. Shhhh...its alright. Dåmñ, that must've hurt like šhīt. I-I'm so sorry.", his voice is sincere and kind. Masculine, yet tender and gentle. Like the breezes that blow across a calm river on a hot summers day.
"Hey, can you look at me?", He asks gently. As if I could break into a million pieces right on the spot. Which I actually don't doubt could happen any second.
In response, I shake my head. Though it is difficult, due to his hands carefully cupping my cheeks behind my own hands.
What he speaks next sends shivers right from where his fingers caress mine, to where he kneels in front of my toes. "Please, Serenity?".
He knows my name. Well, that much is obviously apparent. But, the burning question resting in my soul is...how?
I meet his sky-blue gaze and forget everything else in the world that has ever existed.
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