XAVIER ROCKWELLIt wasn’t until I got far away that I started to feel exceedingly ashamed of what I just did. I just kissed Jordi Adkins and ran away like some coward who does not want to face any of the consequences of their own action. Talking to him was the whole intention and maybe kissing him too. Yes, I did get what I want when I kissed him but I felt like I never really got to have an open conversation about what happened. Though I managed to clear things up with him, that’s not enough for me. I know I wanted some more.I got scared and maybe I would call myself a coward for that. I just recalled the first time that Hector landed his fist on me and my mom, it was also the same day that he called me a worthless faggot. And I thought the world has already cast that derogatory word into oblivion. Apparently, not.I thought that day was only a one-time kind of thing, that he just got pissed about my mom, that he’s just tired from work, that he’s just acting up out of pure rage but
JORDI ADKINSThe weekend went in a flash; it seems like us students don’t deserve to rest on weekends just like every adult. My mom’s pitchy pissed off voice woke me up which just reminded me that Monday has finally arrived. Well, that’s not actually my mom, it was the alarm clock that my dad gave me during my fifteenth birthday. He got it from his business trip in France a few years ago and he was the one who uploaded mom’s pissed off voice on it. I don’t have any idea why he did it but apparently, it’s working. Also, I don’t know how he got mom’s voice—he obviously recorded it—but I don’t remember my mom shouting at me like that. It must’ve been one of those times where she was freaky mad at dad for overdrinking.I jumped out of my bed feeling much rather lazy and drained. I don’t know what’s wrong with Mondays and why it has this crazy effect on people, and apparently, everyone hates it too. Including me of course.I went straight to the bathroom and as I looked into the mirror, I
JORDI ADKINSThis has got to be another fear that I have to add to my long list of phobias. I should’ve already added it to the list but I just had the utmost confidence that I will never be paired up with him in any way, however, the odds don’t seem to be backing me up right now.To be paired up with Xavier Rockwell for this stupid babysitting assignment was just a rock salt to my already bleeding wound. I would rather sell my soul to the devil than be partnered with him. I don’t want to be around him for the entire damn week because that’s not just a nightmare but it’s more like I’m going to burn at the bottom pits of hell.Avoiding him for the entire week was not because of the fact that he’s my bully but it’s because something has changed within him. I thought I already knew him as this shitty person who always take pleasure by picking on me. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a shitty asshole but his utmost unpredictability was the one thing that’s frightening about him as of right n
JORDI ADKINS“No effin’ way!” Nikki exclaimed expressing her utter shock when I got to lunch with them. The first thing I did was to reveal to them that I’m paired up with Xavier Rockwell for our sex education assignment.“Ugh, can you fucking believe that I was paired up with him of all people?” I trailed off.“Did you at least asked Mrs. Harding for a switch?” Jane inquired. Her bag of flour was just sitting idly right beside her food as if it was an actual baby but really, it was just a bag of flour.I lazily stared at my own food. “I did and she wasn’t budging at all.”“Well, that’s unfortunate.” Nikki chimed in. “You are definitely going to be a punching bag, Jordi.” Nikki added and perhaps she’s forty percent right about that. I don’t think this new Xavier’s planning on poking fun at me which was hard to believe but that’s what I’m seeing right now. Forty percent’s still a huge number if we are going to talk about percentage rate and math shit but Xavier’s acting weirdly differe
XAVIER ROCKWELLThe pang of embarrassment finally took its toll on me and I ended up running away from the house party. This was the very first time that I declined a very consensual offer coming from a fuckable chick and I’m surprised about that. Nixon knew my type when it comes to a woman and I’m pretty sure that’s the reason why Nixon introduced me to her. Francine was really hot and wild. I would totally smash her down but I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me. When she pulled me upstairs, I was under the impression that I was into the moment. And then I just realized that I’m not even having a simple hard-on even when she’s already jiggling her bosoms in front of my face.When I finally got home that night, I found my mother and Hector having their very own intimate session inside the one bedroom that we all share. Luckily, the door was shut closed that I didn’t have to accidentally witness both of them touching each other. My mother’s a screamer and Hector really cuss a lot
XAVIER ROCKWELLStriking a conversation with Jordi alone was insanely difficult even when the odds essentially paired me up with him. Not only that I’m feeling a sense of tension every time I’m looking at him but I also feel like he’s itching to slit my throat or probably disembowel me or maybe push me off a cliff. I most probably deserve all of that.I sat with him right after we got our little bag of flour and everything seemed awkward between us. He doesn’t even want to talk to me, let alone smile at me that I had to take a few seconds to muster enough courage.“Ahem...” I don’t have any sort of phlegm or lump in my throat but I purposely cleared my throat loud enough just to gain the confidence that I needed in order to begin this conversation. I already knew I had his attention since he’s been looking at me dead in the eye for quite some time.“What?” He spat.I couldn’t even look at him straight in the eye for a hot minute. Maybe because I was afraid that I might just make thing
JORDI ADKINSThings happened way too fast that I wasn’t given the chance to react or even budge. Xavier pinned me against the locker and the next thing I know; he was already kissing me. Xavier’s wet tongue skillfully slithered all the way inside my mouth. In the depths of my head, I was critically thinking of resisting him yet my body doesn’t seem like it wants to exhibit some sort of resistance. Am I starting to become a slave of this?To be perfectly honest, I haven’t kissed a lot of people before mostly because I haven’t met anyone who’s truly interested in me. As a matter of fact, Xavier was the only person that I’ve kissed so far and I will say, he’s got the skills. His mouth and tongue were aggressive and yet gentle at the very same time.He sucked my lower lip and I am just letting him devour me as if my mouth’s a sweet and slushy mango fruit. It seemed that I am losing oxygen and I don’t know why I’m starting to feel like I’m into it again. Apart from gasping for air, I feel
JORDI ADKINSAm I in a hazy fever dream or everything’s happening in reality? Is Xavier really apologizing for all of the shitty things that he’s done to me? Is he really regretting making my life a living hell? I have never thought of that kind of scenario, not in a million human years but here he is, sitting all calm and serious right in front me.“I’m going to start by saying I’m sorry. I really want to apologize for making your life a living hell.” The words echoed back and forth inside my head. Although I should feel good that he had decided to swallow whatever bull crap his having and finally stepped down from his asshole high horse, I’m still in great shock. I couldn’t bring myself to grasp the situation. I don’t know exactly if I’m more than willing to forget that I wanted to slit his throat, that I wanted to feed him to the lions, that I wanted to just pop him off to existence.“I don’t exactly know how could I make up to you but I’m really really sorry for every single horri