Proof

Bella

“What are you doing here?” My voice came out in a breathless whisper, shock rendering me immobile.

Xander was in my apartment, perched on a chair as if he'd been waiting forever. His disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes told a story of their own. He was still wearing the shirt from earlier, now stained with sweat, as if he’d thrown it on in a rush after our... encounter. But if he was in such a hurry, why hadn't he followed me? Why was he here now, looking like someone I barely recognized?

He didn’t answer. Instead, he toyed with a loose thread on his sleeve, eyes cast downward.

“Answer me, Xander!” I demanded, my voice rising. I wasn’t in the mood for one of his games, but there was something off about him. Something... different.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “As you were running after David, I asked you something. You never gave me an answer.”

My shoulders relaxed, just a little. “His name is Daniel.”

“And I don’t give a fuck what his name is,” Xander snapped, his voice sud