Chapter 14

A/N: Hi my darlings! I’m terribly sorry for the delay for an update—the past week was filled with my exams *cries* So I tried lengthening this chapter as much as possible. Love you all. A great big hug to beloved DoubleA for her constant support and this awesome poem she wrote on the comments in my previous chappie. Cheers!

Chapter 14: Troubles, Rumors, and Detention.

Xander’s POV

Tastes like strawberries. ;)

I typed, smirking at the thought of Chip’s reaction as I flung my mobile onto the mattress, stripping down and getting ready for sleep.

I sighed, contented.

The taste of his lips lingered for what seemed like forever.

My phone buzzed.

His reply was fucking adorable:

!!!

Just that.

My thoughts began to wander—an image of a blushing mess named Chip surfacing easily.

“Xandie—why’re you smiling?” Giselle’s voice sounded beside the doorframe of my room. I sat up, startled.

“No. No I wasn’t.”

“Yes! Yesyesyesyes!” Giselle pouted, cradling a pillow in her arms.

I rolled my eyes. “Go to sleep lil’ girl, there’s school tomorrow,” Ruffling my sister’s soft hair, I gently propelled her towards her room.

“Nooo! Why Xandie smiling—“ Giselle grabbed the doorframe and dug her nails into it, “Why why why why whaaaiiii!”

I groaned.

“Go to sleep Giselle! Don’t you come complaining to me tomorrow about being tired—“

“It must be! Must be Chocolate Chip right?” Giselle pried stubbornly, clinging onto the doorframe.

I froze.

“W-What--?”

“Xandie and Chippie sittin’ under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g~” My sister sang.

“You lil’—“ I lunged at her.

“Gyaaahaha! Kiss kiss kiss!” She pranced around, singing at the top of her voice.

“Oi, come here,” I tackled the small figure, swooping her up in a bridal style as she laughed and screamed.

“Put me dooooown—“

“SILENCE!”

I froze, and Giselle ceased her playful squirming.

Our landlord stood at the edge of the stairs, fixing a heated glare at the two of us. He stormed over, puny eyes accessing the situation.

“What do you think you’re doing in the middle of the night?!” His face swelled up (like a puffer fish, Giselle would say) as it turned red with anger. The wooden floorboards creaked under his weight as he inched closer.

“Fucking ungrateful brats—I’m not forgetting your three months’ worth of rent you hear me?” He shoved a fat, ruddy finger right at my face, but didn’t get too close. I was one fucking head taller than him.

I frowned. “But your wife said—“

“Shut your fucking trap! You better cough up something by the end of this week. You got it?!”

My teeth clenched, holding back an avalanche of vulgarities at the tip of my tongue.

Gulping down what was left of my pride, I nodded slowly, watching him storm off whilst mumbling ugly words.

Giselle turned to look up at me. “Xandie? You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

I tucked my sister into bed, whispering the words that I dreaded.

“Just, fine.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Chip’s POV

Morning, Baby Angel ;)

Was what it said.

I stared, unbelieving at the tiny screen of my mobile while lying in bed.

First thing in the morning and I receive a text from Xander, making me blush so hard that my phone fumbled in my grasp, slipping from my fingers and dropping onto my chin painfully.

With weakened fingers, I managed to pull myself together to come up with a reply:

TThat’s not good for the hheart! ( /)u(\ )

After showering and dressing for school, I checked my phone once again—an unusual excitement in my heart.

It said:

Angel ;)

My heart raced again.

“Chip! Are you done? The bus is here—woah! Why is your face so red? You having a fever or somethin’?” Coco dashed across the room and placed the back of her palm to my forehead.

“I-I’m fine!” I grabbed her hand and yanked it away.

Coco crossed her arms across her chest in a strict manner. “Young man, I am being worried for you! If you’re not well then—“

“I’m off to school!” I scrunched my eyes tight, racing out of the bakery as fast as possible to avoid Coco’s motherly instincts. Somehow, she’s becoming like Rose.

Aaah, my heart’s too weak for all this!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kim grabbed a fistful of my shirt, yanking me closer.

“Tell meh NOW!” She demanded.

“A-Ah b-but I—“

“What happened after school yesterday? Didn’t Xander send you home or something? What did he do? Did you guys go on a date or something? Were there fireworks? Strawberry-flavored condoms?” She gasped, “Were there babies? I knew it—You’re pregnant!”

I was left with my mouth hung agape.

“Great—can I be the Godmother? Or or or I could make a good baby sitter! How many are you guys gonna have? 10? That’s wooonderful!”

Oh, Kim. Oh, Kim.

“W-WAIT KIM I DIDN’T EVEN—“

Jack appeared beside my locker.

“CHIP’S PREGNANT?!”

Several heads turned and stared.

I began to panic.

“Y-You guys, I’m not pregnant!” I whispered-shouted, flailing my hands miserably.

“Huh? You’re not?” Kim’s eyes widened, as if the news shocked her.

I looked at her as if she was mad. “Do I look like I am?”

Kim actually considered the question. “Yeah, you do. It explains the excessive amount of pheromones you’re secreting.” She waved her hands in the air—as if trying to swipe away imaginary fairy dust.

Jack squinted his eyes. “You’re right…Chip, you look…different. Like, more…eroti—“ Kim smacked him on the back of his head.

“Aaanyway, if you’re not pregnant then what’s up?” Kim raised her eyebrows—the look she always had when she was onto something.

I gulped, and quietly told Jack and Kim about Vicky and Xander, not leaving out dear Giselle of course.

As I filled them in on Vicky, Kim’s eyes got wider and wider—till the point whereby they could be compared to saucers.

When I was finally done, the girl turned to me with a smile. Not just any smile—the kind whereby it gave you the creeps. She grinned from ear to ear, cracked her knuckles, and stuck her middle finger in the air.

“I’ll be right back—just gonna get rid of some rubbish.”

“H-Huh--?” I reached out a hand to stop her but Kim had already skipped away. In an awfully cheerful manner.

I turned to Jack for help. “Jack, please stop Kim—Jack? Jack?” Jack’s eyes were glazed over. He lowered his gaze, as if noticing I was there for the first time.

“I think I need to clean.”

“W-What? Clean? Clean what?“

Before I knew it, I was standing alone in the empty hall—with only the shrill sound of the bell ringing.

Neither Jack nor Kim knew what I left out.

The real thing that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach:

The kiss.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Xander’s POV

As I passed a group of seniors in the hallway, I heard one of them snigger—whispering something to their group of friends.

I raised an eyebrow, recognizing them as a couple of Vicky’s friends.

“Got a problem?”

I directed the question at the guy who sniggered. He shrugged and smiled innocently, “No, nope. Just thinking how similar you and your sister are.” He joked, and the group laughed.

I felt my teeth clench and my knuckles tighten.

“What did you say?” My voice was dangerously soft, as I inched closer to the group.

The guy paled, but stood his ground.

“I-It was Vicky…Uh—she told us.” He tried to look confident, but I could already see fear eating away at his heart.

I smiled—it wasn’t a nice one.

“And? You believe every fucking word the fucking bitch says?”

I grabbed the collar of his shirt, and yanked it closer.

The rest of his friends backed away in fear.

“If you fucking say another word about my sister, I will cut your tongue.” I hissed into his ear. “You hear me?”

The guy gulped, and nodded.

I released my grip on his shirt and shoved him against the wall.

Fucking shit. That slut told her friends.

Definitely not a good way to start the day.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I was reluctant to proceed to Trigonometry. I felt like cutting class straight, but it was Wednesday. Which means I had detention with Chip.

And doesn’t that sound like a good idea?

I sighed, and took a deep breath.

Who the fuck do they think they are? I’m Xander. THE Xander. The rest of the world can just go fuck themselves up because I OWN this.

(A/N: I actually do this just before an exam XD Just that it isn’t so vulgar. LOL It’s usually—Who am I? I’m ME >:D)

I entered the class without giving a damn about everyone. Flinging my back onto the floor, I slid into my usual seat beside Blake.

“Hey dude, ‘sup? Why the face?”

I shrugged. “Just pissed.”

Blake raised an eyebrow. “Bout?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

He shrugged, and returned his attention to his mobile, just as the teacher walked in.

Neither of us spoke throughout the lesson, but just when the bell rang, Blake stopped me from exiting the classroom.

“If you’re worrying about Vicky, you’re crazy man.”

My eyes widened slightly. “You know about it too?”

“Yeah, so? What’s the big deal dude? Your sister is autistic, end of story. What the fuck is so amusing about that?” Blake frowned.

I was taken aback by his answer.

“Oh. Thanks.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t do anything.”

Maybe I’ve mistaken.

Maybe I was thinking too much.

Maybe the world wasn’t that bad after all.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I texted Chip to ask where he was.

He replied:

I’m in the conference room doing lines for Mrs Harry...

Oh great, I almost forgot about that.

Thanks Baby Angel. ;)

Making my way to the conference room, I checked my mobile again for the time, making sure that I still had time to pick Giselle up from her babysitter’s.

Plenty.

“Xander! What are you doing out here? You’re late young man, Chip was much earlier than you were!” I heard Mrs Harry’s voice, and my gaze landed on her, as she held open the door of the staff room.

“Ha, sorry ‘bout that,” I said, darting into the conference room as she called after me.

“A hundred lines before you go! Got it?”

I didn’t reply.

Chip looked small in the big cushion seat he was sitting in. He sat at the right end of the long table that stretched across the room.

His adorable eyes met mine as I entered the room, and he blushed, hurriedly turning back to the piece of paper he was scribbling on.

I got into the seat next to him, and suddenly realized that there was a young female teacher sitting at the seat farthest from us, marking her papers.

The room was awfully quiet, except for the shuffling of papers and the scrapping of pen on paper. There was an occasional whir of the air-conditioning.

“So…what are we doing?” I leaned over to glance at Chip’s paper, while he flinched from the close proximity.

I bit back a smirk.

“U-Um…write hundred lines of—this,” He pointed to the first line on his paper.

I will respect the precious ideas and creations of others and not attempt to copy or steal them.

Fuck this shit.

Reluctantly, I picked up pen and paper and began to write my first line.

At the tenth line, I was officially getting bored.

For starters, I wasn’t one to sit still at home to study or do homework. Give me ten minutes, and I’m outta here.

The only reason I was staying: Chip.

I glanced over at the small frame, diligently writing his lines.

His blue orbs were focused, and his pupils were dilated, making him look more appealing.

His gaze flickered over to mine, and when he saw me staring, he blushed hard, immediately lowering his head to stare at his lap.

Apart from the adorable pink of his ears, I could almost feel the heat radiating from his body.

Shit. I really wanted to touch him.

(A/N: Hellow beautiful readers, *coughs* the next section contains slight boyxboy action that might be disturbing. I-If you’re uncomfortable, well, I advise you to kindly close the window or press the back button ///./// It’s okay, it has no relation to the plot, so…it’s fine if you skip it. D-Don’t say I didn’t warn you! >____:D No worries ya?

Vote for Xander’s itchy hands ;D

-Cuppiecake   (8/3/14)