Chapter 12 Emergency
Lana’s Point of View
It was kind of hectic today at sports, because Xavier got so mad, which made me confused. Why did he defend me so much when we barely even talked? Though I realized he seemed focused on me since yesterday, and he talked more.
It was weird, and I have seen the way he hangs out around other people; he barely even talks to Noah.
So, why me?
I don’t want to believe he is doing this because he likes me.
I want to hope he is at least straight, so I might have a better chance with him when I go back to being a girl. I shut my eyes tightly as I knocked on the door to the dorm room.
“Come in.” I heard Christian’s authoritative voice from inside, and I swallowed my heart as I pushed the door open.
He was watching TV, sprawled carelessly on the couch, his long legs reaching the edge of the couch, and thankfully, this time, he was properly clad, and he had a throw pillow in between his legs.
“Good evening.” I greeted politely, walking towards the fridge, and arranging all the canned drinks he had sent for me to buy.
“Does your boyfriend know you work for me?” He hummed, and I heard the small noise from the TV stop. I glanced back at him, his blue eyes staring blankly at my face.
“What boyfriend?” I asked cluelessly, even though I had a hint of what he was talking about.
“Xavier, of course.” He answered, with a sly smile that made him even more attractive, and then I remembered just how hot his mouth was against my nipples, and how he kissed me down in my neck and chest. “Isn’t he your boyfriend?”
I shook my head, trying to dispel the dirty thoughts from my head, my cheeks getting hot.
“Xavier and I are not in that sort of relationship,” I answered, clearing my throat, but he didn’t seem fazed by my argument. “He is only my roommate, and a considerate human being, unlike someone I know. Perhaps, I am not obliged to tell him anything regarding my personal life.”
“Oh really?” He mused as he stretched lazily. “What if I want you to tell him you work for me?”
“Our contract doesn’t state you can get involved with my personal life.” I reminded him as I straightened my back from my hunched position and shut the fridge. “If you are interested in Xavier, I would be the wrong person to use against him. You should be confident enough to speak to him normally.”
He glared at me, and I looked around.
“Is there any other thing you would need?” I asked because the room was arranged, at least that was what it looked like.
“My clothes need to be folded, and you should take my sports wear to the laundry.” He ordered, as he resumed playing the movie. I strutted towards his room. His giant bed was rumpled, and his clothes were all over the place. I rolled my eyes.
He is doing this intentionally.
So, I got into work, folding and clearing.
“I am curious,” I heard his voice suddenly from behind, and I felt my heart jolt slightly. “Do you think Xavier is attracted to you?”
“Attracted to me?” I repeated only after I was able to calm my panicking heart; there was no way Xavier would be attracted to me.
“I have seen the way he looks at you, and the way he speaks to you, when no one is looking, and today is a perfect example.” He continued to explain. “So, it makes me wonder if you both are in some sort of illicit relationship.”
“I think you are overanalyzing this.” I blurted as I quickly gathered his dirty sportswear and socks in the basket.
Before I could walk past him, he grabbed my arms and slammed me into the wall.
“He might be into boys, who knows?” He pressed me into the wall, and my eyes widened, because he was too close, and being in this position often makes me so confused. “Are you sure you don’t look into each other’s pants? You don’t rub your wieners together?
This dude is crazy.
I thought boys aren’t comfortable with touching each other like this, so why was this bastard so different?
“Excuse me.” I tried to remain calm even though my heart had gone into overdrive. “I don’t know what it is with your obsession with Xavier, but I can assure you, he isn’t a creep.”
I pushed him away slightly, and I picked up the laundry basket from the floor, and dashed out of the room.
“I think God hates me to make me cross paths with a psychopath,” I mumbled to myself. “I cannot wait for my hundred days to be up, so I can finally have my freedom again.”
And I can’t believe I am attracted to someone like that.
‘Sexually.’ My subconscious corrected me.
Yes, it just had to be sexual, but it doesn’t take away the disappointment I felt in myself for having such immoral dreams about someone of such questionable demeanor.
I felt a deep, intense pain underneath my belly, and a slight mushy feeling in between my legs. I felt my heart stop in my chest as I figured out what that might be.
No, please, not today, any other day but today.
The pain intensified, telling me that indeed it is today, today was the perfect day in the month, my body thought to grace me with my period.
I quickly returned to Christian’s room, returning his sportswear. I can do his laundry tomorrow; he didn’t really care about me because his eyes were glued to the TV, which I was grateful for.
In lightning speed, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately, Noah and Xavier were in the room, but Noah had headphones in; he had been a little busy recently. Xavier was reading a book.
“Where are you going?” Xavier asked curiously as I picked up my bag and was about to exit the room.