𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙖𝙙

Chapter 22: Fake relationship

♦ ♢ ♦ Xavier ♦ ♢ ♦

We come to my room and Kaitlyn sighs a huge breath as she sits on the edge of my bed. "Wow," she says, looking at the ceiling. "I could have killed her."

I smile to myself as I put the bag down.

Wait.

I'm smiling?

I school my expression as I turn around and lean against my desk. "Yeah," is all I say.

She looks at me, her eyes a mixture of emotions. "How are you feeling now? Any pain? Have you eaten well?"

"Less pain, and didn't feel like eating."

Kaitlyn glares at me. "You didn't eat?"

I gulp, looking away.

I had no one to feed me. Is that a good reason? I don't think so.

Kaitlyn sighs tiredly. "What do you want to eat?"

"Pop tarts?"

"Xavier," Kaitlyn chuckles. "You're a child. Sit."

I do as she says. She picks up my landline and calls someone. "Hey Luca, mind bringing in some food?"

In less that ten minutes, the door gets a knock and Luca is let in by Kaity. "Thank you."

"How are you feeling, sir?" Luca asks.

"Better, thank you Luca," I smile.

"Wow, and no thank you's to me? You see how ungrateful he is, Luca?" Kaitlyn mocks.

I get up and I pinch her side making her yelp. I smirk at her glare. "Thank you, Sharpie."

"Whatever," she grumbles and closes the door. "Come here."

I follow her back to the bed like a little duckling and sit back down. "Now eat," she says.

I shake my head.

"Xavier," she glares.

"Feed me?" I ask. I meant to make it a mock, but it turned out to be a plea.

Shit.

Her glare wavers, then she sighs and picks up the spoon. "What will I ever do with you," she mumbles, and I suppress a smile as she brings it to my mouth.

♦ ♢ ♦ Kaitlyn ♦ ♢ ♦

Xavier insists that he's doing a lot better, so he can go to his evening practice today. I told him he shouldn't but he said he's got a match this Saturday and he's already missed a lot of practice. And that he was going to lose his form.

Are you kidding me right now?

You know how hard it was to focus on feeding him without ogling his abs? His broad shoulders?

I had to stare at his mouth for too damn long.

And it's got me fucked up.

Like... come on, this guy has a sinful mouth. Hell, his words are sinful, his face is sinful, his body is sinful. Basically? He's a fricken fallen angel. And it's crazy that he looks this good now that he's older.

How come I've never noticed before? I mean... when we were best friends, I never looked at him like that. Most of the times. But now, when we have become completely different people, I'm seeing all kinds of things.