Chapter 29

XAVIER'S POV

     From where I sat, I saw Emilia shake. Her face went colorless as she fumbled with her table before turning back to look at Eva and Nili with tears in her eyes.

    As I stood up and pull off my shirt, Ignored the teacher's shocked face. She gulped as she opened her mouth and closed it back without saying anything a word.

   Emily looked drenched in her own sweat as I walked close to her and stood directly behind her chair.

    "Fuck off!".

  I slapped Eva's phone as she kept struggling to get the full footage of Emily's stained dress as she got up.

    Let's say I expected a bit of it but it's just so crazy as Eva didn't respond. She just stared at me with her mouth open and licked her lower lips.

   My hands went around Emily's slender waist as I tied both hands of my short sleeve shirt on her waist.

    "What is going on there?".

  Oh! So she can talk?

I looked up from Emily's hips to see the blank face of the lady in front of me.

   Wow! How did she leave her seat so fast without making a sound? Even Emily flinched in my grip as she noticed the closest of something that isn't supposed to touch her.

    I feel so guilty and at the same time, more aroused.

    "How come?" The teacher asked.

  "Miss Vanessa, this pig forget to check her date" Nili chuckled.

    Normally I would want to blame Emily, all the girls I have dated know their dates, even I know them. What is it that she could not remember?

    I looked at Miss Vanessa who looked towards the door and smiled at me. Without hesitation, we hurried out. Or let me say

   She has a cute smile but not as cute as my gumdrop.

  Wait! Did I just personalize Emily?

Yeah, she is my gun drop but making her mine is forbidden and I want it.

     "Breath, Emily, breathe".

  I reminded my stepsister as I walked after her out detention. She had obviously forgotten how to breathe as her chest stayed up more than required.

   Normally I know that it's supposed to rise and fall but it's not. It's a huge surprise that she could hold her breath for so long.

     "I am done!" Emily muttered, "I am done".

     The best thing to do is ignore her because at this point, I know she is not feeling well. Her brain is not even working well at this point that as soon as we entered the female toilet, she rushed and start banging at the occupied doors which were only two.

    My brows flinched as I witness a boy and two girls walk out the door.

    "Wow" I smiled looking at the sweating dude "This is crazy" wiggled my brows.

   Bet he would understand, because for a few seconds he look a bit proud until he saw the person coming out from the second toilet alone with her phone.

    "What's up with kids and recording these days?" I rolled my eyes.

    With my lower lip in my mouth, I watch the door bang. I can't tell if Emily said anything but...

    I felt a sting on my left chin.

   "Ouch!" I held my face "What was that fo...".

  Before I could finish, Emily slapped me again on the same chin but because my hand was there, her soft palm met my hard knuckles.

    She moaned painfully as she watched her palm for a few seconds before growing mad again.

     "Fuck you!!!" She yelled as she rain punches on my chest.

   The fact that she is cussing for the first time baffled me to the point that I could not even hold her wrist together without laughing.

     If she really wants to fuck me so badly, she should have said it long ago.

    Damn it! My stepsister is in...should I call it pain or confusion?

     "Emily, Relax" I finally got both of her hands in one of my palms "Relax".

     Emily coughed out a dry laugh as a sly grin appeared on her face. With her eyes red and swollen a bit, her nose also red, and a weird smile on her face.

    "What are you doing?" I asked with my arms crossed my chest.

    "Relaxing" Was Emily's straight response.

     My brain was puzzled. I dropped my arm and shrugged totally speechless.

    All she did was look at me...and I look at her.

     A few seconds have passed and it seems like forever.

     "You gat to be fuc-kidding me" I half yelled in frustration "That doesn't look like relaxing to me" I began to walk around "That face looks broken".

     To my surprise, Emily giggles for a few seconds before bursting into tears. Frozen on a spot, I placed both palms on my waist and stare.

    "You get the point. You get the fucking pOINT!!!".

    Oh! That's my innocent Emily cussing again.

    "I am really broken!" She yelled.

  From where I stood I can see saliva spilling out her mouth. Kinda gross but that doesn't mean I will not kiss her again.

  I will kiss her till her pink soft small lips go red and swollen. I will kiss her till she gets addicted.

    "I am just sick and tired of everything, Xavier" Emily slapped her forehead "I am sick of you, of school, if dad!" She paused to swallow saliva "Of my dad, not yours and I just wish I can end it all and you know the first thing I want to do? It's to delete you from my goddamn life".

    She didn't just say that!

  With my left palm now on my chest, my jaw dropped. I stared at Emily wondering why she would say something like that.

     This isn't the first time someone so dear to me is telling me this and it hurts.

    "You don't mean that" I chuckled trying to hide the pain stabbing me.

    "Oh yes I do" She proved me wrong "I want nothing more at the point but to delete you in my fucking life!!!".

    Now she means it.

  I bit my teeth together hard as both sides of my jaw moved. Even with my eyes clear, I knew how broken I am and how bitter I will be after here.

    I recall the day my birth mother yelled this to me. The fact that she gave birth to me when she wasn't ready doesn't mean I should be deleted.

     "Emily, you are just seeing your period and I understand it comes with mood swings but...".

   "No, but Xavier" Emily scoffed as she walked close to me and poke me with her index finger on the chest "I want lots of things in my life now but the most important is to delete you," she said to my face "With that, I can tell there would be 60% possibility of you not banging me in the bathroom one day".

    Leaving me shattered, she removed my shirt from her waist, walked into one of the doors, and yelled.

     "I wish I never meet you!".